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reviewers* We'll try to update as much as possible. The responses...
Steven Lynch: Here's the next chapter! Hope ya like it!
Viresse0: DON'T HARM LEGOLAS OR ARAGORN. Here's the update! Please don't hurt them!!! If you hurt Legolas or Aragorn, we won't update. *Smiles at scary threat*
ObsidianRaven: Thank you!
Tsuki no Lomelinde: We update as much as we can. *Curses stupid law that says we have to go to school*
Immortal-grace: Cliffies are not flaws. They make you review more. *Smiles because it worked* You need to update your stories or we won't update. So there. From Galadriel Evenstar - I loved it. Now you need to update "I remember trusting once". I type and post the stories so if you need to beg anyone, it would be me!
Foxgurl: We're glad that we got you hooked. Please keep reading! Lord of the Rings rules!
Kept- Secret: We're trying to make them longer. Please bear with us!
Got-lotr: WOW! What a long review! We can't answer too many of your questions. If we did, we'd run out of cliffies. 1. We're in the process of making them longer. It's slow but steady. 4. We're considering that. Thanks for the idea. We just can't figure out who would kill him. 6. See below. Can we please help with the torturing though? 8. OK OK.
Disclaimer: We own many Lord of the Rings things: calendars, posters, DVD's, CD's, books, games, etc... Unfortunately, we do not own LOTR itself. This story is purely for our entertainment.
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 5
*In the Dungeon*
A guard passed by the cell of the elf. He was still out cold. His body was covered in welts and bruises, not to mention the sprains in his wrists from the shackles. None of the guards had bothered to shackle him to the wall. He was weak enough to control without that. His body was going into shock and his body was starting to shut down. He would not last much longer.
*Meanwhile, on the first floor of the castle*
Aragorn was heading towards the dungeons of the castle, to inspect his charge when he was joined by another.
"What brings you this way, Father?" Aragorn asked in a carefully neutral tone.
"I've decided to see how you will handle this situation. I will not interfere with any of your decisions unless strictly necessary." Arathorn said, glancing behind him at the servant Aragorn was bringing with him.
They made their way to the dungeons where they were met by a guard. He nodded in respect to Arathorn, then Aragorn. He motioned for them to follow him. They were led through many passages until they arrived in the oldest part of the dungeon. The walls were made of thick stone that was covered in grime and mold. The floor was wet and rats went to and fro throughout the cells.
They stopped at a cell that was separated from the others. It was its own wing of the dungeon and had one guard just for that cell. Aragorn could tell that this was the most important prisoner his father had ever captured. The guard unlocked the door, and stepped aside so that Aragorn could enter the cell.
He walked into the cell, calmly. His face paled at the sight of the elf. He was glad his father couldn't read his expression. He motioned to his servant to come to him.
"I will require: bandages, water, blankets, fruit, rags, small pieces of straight wood, and the herbs: athelas, lavender, pipsissewa, and valerian," He told her quickly. "And be quick about it!" She darted around the corner and out of sight.
He could feel his father's eyes watching him as he examined the scene. He was glad his father knew nothing of herb-lore. Aragorn then turned to his father and said, " These wounds were not here before. The only wounds from capture were blows to the head."
Arathorn surveyed the elf, and then turned to the guards, furious. "WHO DID THIS?" he bellowed. He grabbed the guard who was there, then stomped off to find the other guards. Aragorn breathed in relief but stopped short. The elf!
He knelt at the elf's side, running fingers over his wrist and down the side of his neck, searching desperately for a pulse. He found one, so slow it was barely discernible. The elf's body was shutting down, he realized. The marks on his body indicated he'd been whipped. His father didn't order that. His father was finding out the answer to his question at that very moment.
*Meanwhile, in the torture room*
Arathorn smiled. " I'm pleased that you found this." He said. " I will keep you informed on the usage of this room."
The guards bowed and left the room, heading towards Legolas's cell.
*Back in Legolas's cell*
Aragorn whispered something he didn't understand to the elf before rising to greet his father. "Aure entuluva." (Day shall come again) Legolas found consciousness as Aragorn said that and thought he was still dreaming.
His father told him the elf had been whipped because he had disobeyed. The guards were now under orders to do only what Aragorn said pertaining to the elf.
Arathorn stepped back, watching what his son did. He wanted to see whether his son would be a worthy heir. This would be a good test, he thought to himself.
Aragorn kicked the elf. "So, are you awake yet, elf?" he said, his tone mocking. The elf's body twitched in response.
"ANSWER ME!" he commanded. "Yes" was the soft mutter he received.
"Maybe, you need to be taught another lesson." Aragorn started. Aragorn had found the sore spot.
"No, please... don't hurt me." He half sobbed, lying in the filth of the dungeon. His silvers tears falling and mixing with the grimy water made Aragorn's heart break. His father was still there though. Aragorn marched over to the elf, and gave him a swift kick in the side. Before the elf could react, Aragorn grabbed the chains from the ground and looped them back onto the wall, so the elf was again cuffed by the mithril shackles. The elf cried in pain and looked at him with such sadness in his eyes. Aragorn gulped down a sob and returned to his father, outside the cell.
Aragorn turned to the guards, "Why wasn't he chained up? This is our most important prisoner. What would happen if he was lost?" he questioned fiercely.
Arathorn smiled and clapped his son on the back. "I'm glad to know that my heir treats elves as they should be treated. He is right." He turned to the guards. " He's our most valuable prisoner. By my orders, he shall be shackled at all times. Now that he has proven capable, I will leave the key with my son. My son will treat the worst of his injuries, so he can suffer as long as possible. Be extra nice to our guest, now I'll leave him in your hands, my son." With that, he handed the key to Aragorn and strode off, taking the guards with him.
The servant had returned in the meantime and left the requested items in a basket at the door to the cell. Aragorn immediately grabbed the materials and began getting ready for the worst diagnosis of his and the elf's life.
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AN #1: It's me again, Galadriel evenstar. Is this chapter long enough? Many of you have requested longer chapters and if you notice, they're getting longer. I'm trying! We're trying to update about once a week, but don't kill us if we can't. High school life is hectic, and we barely survive. So I'll do my best for you guys. Thanks to all who have reviewed. Please keep reviewing. We try to incorporate your responses! I probably won't update this story again until I've worked on my other stories. Please review those, even if you hate them!
AN #2: This is Legolas19 here, you have been very good reviewers, but you haven't reviewed my friend's stories! Please read them, she needs more reviews or she won't update and they're such good stories. They will go to waste if she doesn't update, please read her stories!
Steven Lynch: Here's the next chapter! Hope ya like it!
Viresse0: DON'T HARM LEGOLAS OR ARAGORN. Here's the update! Please don't hurt them!!! If you hurt Legolas or Aragorn, we won't update. *Smiles at scary threat*
ObsidianRaven: Thank you!
Tsuki no Lomelinde: We update as much as we can. *Curses stupid law that says we have to go to school*
Immortal-grace: Cliffies are not flaws. They make you review more. *Smiles because it worked* You need to update your stories or we won't update. So there. From Galadriel Evenstar - I loved it. Now you need to update "I remember trusting once". I type and post the stories so if you need to beg anyone, it would be me!
Foxgurl: We're glad that we got you hooked. Please keep reading! Lord of the Rings rules!
Kept- Secret: We're trying to make them longer. Please bear with us!
Got-lotr: WOW! What a long review! We can't answer too many of your questions. If we did, we'd run out of cliffies. 1. We're in the process of making them longer. It's slow but steady. 4. We're considering that. Thanks for the idea. We just can't figure out who would kill him. 6. See below. Can we please help with the torturing though? 8. OK OK.
Disclaimer: We own many Lord of the Rings things: calendars, posters, DVD's, CD's, books, games, etc... Unfortunately, we do not own LOTR itself. This story is purely for our entertainment.
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 5
*In the Dungeon*
A guard passed by the cell of the elf. He was still out cold. His body was covered in welts and bruises, not to mention the sprains in his wrists from the shackles. None of the guards had bothered to shackle him to the wall. He was weak enough to control without that. His body was going into shock and his body was starting to shut down. He would not last much longer.
*Meanwhile, on the first floor of the castle*
Aragorn was heading towards the dungeons of the castle, to inspect his charge when he was joined by another.
"What brings you this way, Father?" Aragorn asked in a carefully neutral tone.
"I've decided to see how you will handle this situation. I will not interfere with any of your decisions unless strictly necessary." Arathorn said, glancing behind him at the servant Aragorn was bringing with him.
They made their way to the dungeons where they were met by a guard. He nodded in respect to Arathorn, then Aragorn. He motioned for them to follow him. They were led through many passages until they arrived in the oldest part of the dungeon. The walls were made of thick stone that was covered in grime and mold. The floor was wet and rats went to and fro throughout the cells.
They stopped at a cell that was separated from the others. It was its own wing of the dungeon and had one guard just for that cell. Aragorn could tell that this was the most important prisoner his father had ever captured. The guard unlocked the door, and stepped aside so that Aragorn could enter the cell.
He walked into the cell, calmly. His face paled at the sight of the elf. He was glad his father couldn't read his expression. He motioned to his servant to come to him.
"I will require: bandages, water, blankets, fruit, rags, small pieces of straight wood, and the herbs: athelas, lavender, pipsissewa, and valerian," He told her quickly. "And be quick about it!" She darted around the corner and out of sight.
He could feel his father's eyes watching him as he examined the scene. He was glad his father knew nothing of herb-lore. Aragorn then turned to his father and said, " These wounds were not here before. The only wounds from capture were blows to the head."
Arathorn surveyed the elf, and then turned to the guards, furious. "WHO DID THIS?" he bellowed. He grabbed the guard who was there, then stomped off to find the other guards. Aragorn breathed in relief but stopped short. The elf!
He knelt at the elf's side, running fingers over his wrist and down the side of his neck, searching desperately for a pulse. He found one, so slow it was barely discernible. The elf's body was shutting down, he realized. The marks on his body indicated he'd been whipped. His father didn't order that. His father was finding out the answer to his question at that very moment.
*Meanwhile, in the torture room*
Arathorn smiled. " I'm pleased that you found this." He said. " I will keep you informed on the usage of this room."
The guards bowed and left the room, heading towards Legolas's cell.
*Back in Legolas's cell*
Aragorn whispered something he didn't understand to the elf before rising to greet his father. "Aure entuluva." (Day shall come again) Legolas found consciousness as Aragorn said that and thought he was still dreaming.
His father told him the elf had been whipped because he had disobeyed. The guards were now under orders to do only what Aragorn said pertaining to the elf.
Arathorn stepped back, watching what his son did. He wanted to see whether his son would be a worthy heir. This would be a good test, he thought to himself.
Aragorn kicked the elf. "So, are you awake yet, elf?" he said, his tone mocking. The elf's body twitched in response.
"ANSWER ME!" he commanded. "Yes" was the soft mutter he received.
"Maybe, you need to be taught another lesson." Aragorn started. Aragorn had found the sore spot.
"No, please... don't hurt me." He half sobbed, lying in the filth of the dungeon. His silvers tears falling and mixing with the grimy water made Aragorn's heart break. His father was still there though. Aragorn marched over to the elf, and gave him a swift kick in the side. Before the elf could react, Aragorn grabbed the chains from the ground and looped them back onto the wall, so the elf was again cuffed by the mithril shackles. The elf cried in pain and looked at him with such sadness in his eyes. Aragorn gulped down a sob and returned to his father, outside the cell.
Aragorn turned to the guards, "Why wasn't he chained up? This is our most important prisoner. What would happen if he was lost?" he questioned fiercely.
Arathorn smiled and clapped his son on the back. "I'm glad to know that my heir treats elves as they should be treated. He is right." He turned to the guards. " He's our most valuable prisoner. By my orders, he shall be shackled at all times. Now that he has proven capable, I will leave the key with my son. My son will treat the worst of his injuries, so he can suffer as long as possible. Be extra nice to our guest, now I'll leave him in your hands, my son." With that, he handed the key to Aragorn and strode off, taking the guards with him.
The servant had returned in the meantime and left the requested items in a basket at the door to the cell. Aragorn immediately grabbed the materials and began getting ready for the worst diagnosis of his and the elf's life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN #1: It's me again, Galadriel evenstar. Is this chapter long enough? Many of you have requested longer chapters and if you notice, they're getting longer. I'm trying! We're trying to update about once a week, but don't kill us if we can't. High school life is hectic, and we barely survive. So I'll do my best for you guys. Thanks to all who have reviewed. Please keep reviewing. We try to incorporate your responses! I probably won't update this story again until I've worked on my other stories. Please review those, even if you hate them!
AN #2: This is Legolas19 here, you have been very good reviewers, but you haven't reviewed my friend's stories! Please read them, she needs more reviews or she won't update and they're such good stories. They will go to waste if she doesn't update, please read her stories!