SORRY! I really meant to get this up right when we received ten reviews but
Easter got in the way. Sorry, I'm late and here's the update! (Hey, that
rhymes!)
Responses:
Got-lotr: The guards have to hurt Legolas or we wouldn't have our nice angsty story. Arathorn will never be nice in our story so no luck there. I guess you'll have to read and find out after you get back on the world.
Hiei-Rulez: They're being evil mortal guards of course. Aragorn had to deliver the very important message. Maybe he'll come back...
Hot elf babe: Poor Legolas! Hope he survives! *wicked grin*
GollumGirl: We may have to make it more next time. Hmmm....
Kept-Secret: No offense taken. We know it was short. We just wanted to leave it at the cliffie! There are so many possibilities...
Mrs. Ekeena Greenleaf: We love leaving cliffies! It brings in more reviews.
Yavie Aelinel: You'll find out what happens now...
Riva van Dyk: Here's the update!
OSparrow: Legolas what?
Lazuli-rain: He can't do that. It'd be too easy. *Covers mouth with hand to shut herself up*
Elven-Star-of-Gold: How did we surprise you?
Immortal-grace: We're glad you liked the cliffie! Yours don't suck. *Plugs ears so we don't hear you putting yourself down*
Yugijouoh: We're glad that you reviewed, but STOP HITTING US WITH THAT FAN!
Nobody: Ten different reviews to make us update? All right, let's see them.
Celebrean: Thanks for reviewing, umm thanks to Aragorn and Legolas too.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
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Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 9
The guard produced a dagger and slit the back of Legolas's tunic and leggings, exposing the newly healing wounds.
The guard brought out a jar and opened it. Restraining the weakly struggling Legolas, he poured the dry mixture of salt and herbs onto Legolas's back and legs.
Legolas's vision erupted in stars. His wounds burned with ferocity. It felt as though his backside had been laid upon hot coals. He tried to scream only to have the gag catch the sounds in his throat. He twisted and thrashed. The guard letting him go, seeing as how Legolas would only do himself damage.
Legolas thrashed against everything: the floor, the walls, his grimy pallet, and his shackles. By the time he calmed down, he had bruises and cuts everywhere, and the chains of his shackles were twisted around his battered frame at odd angles. The floor was covered in the salt mixture, dirty water, grime, and blood. Legolas was now hanging from the wall, feet not touching the ground, and body limbs twisted by the hold of the chains.
The guard laughed at the pitiful sight of the elf. "Where's your so called 'elven beauty' now, hmm?" the guard mocked as he prepared to leave.
"Oh yes" the guard smiled again "I almost forgot."
Legolas was in so much pain that he didn't comprehend anything the guard had said. Unfortunately, that meant he had no idea more pain was coming.
The guard pulled out another large syringe that was filled with the same liquid they had given him in the Torture Room. The guard held Legolas's arm and injected the venom so slowly that Legolas couldn't stop the tears that he had held in for so long. Legolas could do nothing to help himself as the guard finished.
He could now hear the guard talking. "You won't be able to pass out for a long while, elf." The guard smiled and slammed the cell door shut behind him, leaving an empty syringe on the ground.
Legolas closed his eyes and tried to block out the pain, as time dragged on slowly. Hours passed. When darkness finally took him, Legolas's last thought before being dragged in was: Why didn't Aragorn save me?
*Gates of Minas Tirith, 11:30 am*
Aragorn rattled off the passwords and the gates swung open. As he rode in, he prayed that his worries were for nothing.
*In the chambers of King Arathorn, noon*
"Here is the reply, father." Aragorn handed him the sealed parchment.
"I thank you, my son." Aragorn said excitedly. "Guess what I have?"
"My order from the smiths?" Aragorn asked hopefully.
"Here it is. Take some food, then you may go to the dungeons." Arathorn told him. He turned to leave when Arathorn's voice sounded behind him. "And Aragorn, don't forget to have fun."
Aragorn smiled as he exited the chambers of his father.
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Sorry this is so short. I hope to post again soon. I have had a lot of family business to attend to, so please forgive me. ~galadriel evenstar
Responses:
Got-lotr: The guards have to hurt Legolas or we wouldn't have our nice angsty story. Arathorn will never be nice in our story so no luck there. I guess you'll have to read and find out after you get back on the world.
Hiei-Rulez: They're being evil mortal guards of course. Aragorn had to deliver the very important message. Maybe he'll come back...
Hot elf babe: Poor Legolas! Hope he survives! *wicked grin*
GollumGirl: We may have to make it more next time. Hmmm....
Kept-Secret: No offense taken. We know it was short. We just wanted to leave it at the cliffie! There are so many possibilities...
Mrs. Ekeena Greenleaf: We love leaving cliffies! It brings in more reviews.
Yavie Aelinel: You'll find out what happens now...
Riva van Dyk: Here's the update!
OSparrow: Legolas what?
Lazuli-rain: He can't do that. It'd be too easy. *Covers mouth with hand to shut herself up*
Elven-Star-of-Gold: How did we surprise you?
Immortal-grace: We're glad you liked the cliffie! Yours don't suck. *Plugs ears so we don't hear you putting yourself down*
Yugijouoh: We're glad that you reviewed, but STOP HITTING US WITH THAT FAN!
Nobody: Ten different reviews to make us update? All right, let's see them.
Celebrean: Thanks for reviewing, umm thanks to Aragorn and Legolas too.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 9
The guard produced a dagger and slit the back of Legolas's tunic and leggings, exposing the newly healing wounds.
The guard brought out a jar and opened it. Restraining the weakly struggling Legolas, he poured the dry mixture of salt and herbs onto Legolas's back and legs.
Legolas's vision erupted in stars. His wounds burned with ferocity. It felt as though his backside had been laid upon hot coals. He tried to scream only to have the gag catch the sounds in his throat. He twisted and thrashed. The guard letting him go, seeing as how Legolas would only do himself damage.
Legolas thrashed against everything: the floor, the walls, his grimy pallet, and his shackles. By the time he calmed down, he had bruises and cuts everywhere, and the chains of his shackles were twisted around his battered frame at odd angles. The floor was covered in the salt mixture, dirty water, grime, and blood. Legolas was now hanging from the wall, feet not touching the ground, and body limbs twisted by the hold of the chains.
The guard laughed at the pitiful sight of the elf. "Where's your so called 'elven beauty' now, hmm?" the guard mocked as he prepared to leave.
"Oh yes" the guard smiled again "I almost forgot."
Legolas was in so much pain that he didn't comprehend anything the guard had said. Unfortunately, that meant he had no idea more pain was coming.
The guard pulled out another large syringe that was filled with the same liquid they had given him in the Torture Room. The guard held Legolas's arm and injected the venom so slowly that Legolas couldn't stop the tears that he had held in for so long. Legolas could do nothing to help himself as the guard finished.
He could now hear the guard talking. "You won't be able to pass out for a long while, elf." The guard smiled and slammed the cell door shut behind him, leaving an empty syringe on the ground.
Legolas closed his eyes and tried to block out the pain, as time dragged on slowly. Hours passed. When darkness finally took him, Legolas's last thought before being dragged in was: Why didn't Aragorn save me?
*Gates of Minas Tirith, 11:30 am*
Aragorn rattled off the passwords and the gates swung open. As he rode in, he prayed that his worries were for nothing.
*In the chambers of King Arathorn, noon*
"Here is the reply, father." Aragorn handed him the sealed parchment.
"I thank you, my son." Aragorn said excitedly. "Guess what I have?"
"My order from the smiths?" Aragorn asked hopefully.
"Here it is. Take some food, then you may go to the dungeons." Arathorn told him. He turned to leave when Arathorn's voice sounded behind him. "And Aragorn, don't forget to have fun."
Aragorn smiled as he exited the chambers of his father.
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Sorry this is so short. I hope to post again soon. I have had a lot of family business to attend to, so please forgive me. ~galadriel evenstar