Ok sorry for the wait but here we go again.
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The mortal's fingers twisted in the elf's hair with menace, Harnach could seem to read the young elf's thoughts. Legolas heard a voice inside his head snarling,
"Yes my pretty, you will be your father's bane, and it won't be quick...or pleasant."
The dagger came off Legolas' throat, and Legolas drove his elbow into the Wilderlans' Lords midsection. It stunted him and Legolas broke free, but the guards were on him before he could barely take two steps. He fought with, there were too many; tried squirming out of their grasps, but in vain.
Harnach came up to him again, grabbed another handful of his hair and slammed the prince's head into the stonewall; dazing him, his eyes flickered, blood leaked from a bruised cut on his temple.
Harnach easily dragged the youth over to a set of chains on the opposite wall, not far from Thranduil's spot. The half conscious elf was on his knees, his face to the wall. Two heavy iron cuffs hung from separate chains on the wall, they weren't that long, about a half a meter long.
Legolas' wrists were locked into the manacles, his senses would not clear. The last thing he heard before darkness took him was his father's voice....in a final appeal for his son.
~*~
A dim light flickered in front of his eyes, shadow turned to shape. Legolas slowly opened his eyes; he shivered his head pounded, he was leaning against the cold stone of a damp cave wall his head turned, facing the right. A shadow was blurred on the wall he looked at. It slowly turned into a shape.
"Father." he whispered, it was barely audible.
There was a hollow sound of a lone footstep on the stone ground that echoed around the room.
There was then a shrill of something cutting through the air, and a lash feel crossed the young elf's shoulders.
Legolas sucked in a quick gasp of pain, remembered Harnach's threat; he repressed his wanting to moan.
"Harnach let him alone!" Thranduil roared, "I'm the one you want! You want to punish me; take my life but leave Legolas alone!"
Harnach glared at the king, "I swore to my vengeance, and death is too good for you!" He let more blows fall on the young elf's helpless shoulders and back. He continued beating the elf ruthlessly. The back of Legolas' tunic was torn into strips as each blow fell, and his blood began to turn the green fabric red.
Legolas turned his head, resting his forehead on the wall in front of him; he breathed deeply.
'Elbereth', he said in his mind, 'help me, I can't let him do this to Father.'
She must have heard him, for black slowly began to enclose his vision. Harnach noticed that elf's body was beginning to go slack he had prepared for this.
He went to a table in the room that was hidden in the darkness and brought forth a hollow needle. He lent to the elf's left side and twisted his wounded shoulder; tearing the wads of bloodstained cloth out of the arrow wound he pushed the spine into the wound.
"What are you doing?!" Thranduil demanded.
"Oh its nothing, just a little concoction that will keep him awake, it can have some nasty affects on people, but you're elves, lets see what it will do to him, shall we?"
Legolas opened his eyes. What happened?
"Now just this thing isn't very fun is it?" Harnach said as he picked up something else. It looked like another thing that looked like a whip, but it was very thick and pinpoints of light seemed to glow off it.
Harnach struck Legolas with it and he felt as if something penetrated his skin and was buried in the mussel just under the pale flesh.
Legolas' breathing picked up as welts were layered on top of welts and fresh agony fired his back, yet he stayed silent, which just angered Harnach more.
Harnach went to the door, spoke to the guard quietly, and went back to beating his victim. Legolas' tunic was torn and bloodied, his back bled more and more, the world was now slightly blurry from blood loss.
The drug in the elfs system began to wreak havoc on him; he felt the world begin to spin and his temperature to rise. It also seemed to heighten the pain he was feeling, it now felt twice as agonizing as before, but he would not let this vengeful, hate-filled man use him as a tool against his father.
The guard came back again; he held a pan of hot coals. Four rods stuck out of it. Harnach smiled and the was set on the floor by the mortal lords feet.
Harnach set his whip down and took the first rod and pulled it out of its fiery bed. At the end of the rod was a flat slab of iron, now a red-orange color from the searing heat.
Legolas could not see what was happening, but felt as the hot iron was maneuvered through a rip in his tunic and pressed into his right side.
Fiery pain ripped his side and the smell of scorched flesh invaded the air. His eyes widened and his mouth opened, but still no sound came, just deep sobbing breaths.
Harnach's eyes showed his ire, at the elf resolve against him, he drove the iron harder into the elf's side, still no sound.
"Harnach stop!! Please...if you want be begging for his life I will, please let him go." Thranduil barely stand it anymore.
Harnach ignored him, but removed the iron. He replaced it and took another; its tip was sharp and glowing. Harnach was determined to have this elf scream. He took the hot, sharp, hot tip, and drove it into one of the many bleeding lacerations on Legolas' back.
This time he could suppress his moans. Ahhh...results. Harnach drove it deeper into the elfs back, Legolas then began to make sounds he couldn't help.
It may have been hours, but Harnach had finally heard his victim moan. Not much longer now...again and again Harnach drove the hellish irons into Legolas' back, his moans slowly began to turn into thin cries.
Harnach could see the immortal's light fading. Just one final thing, he took a dagger and drove it into Legolas' injured shoulder. The cruel steel ripped up the flesh and mussel more, making blood gush from the wound.
Harnach felt triumph as the scream he so longed to here fill his ears. It was now nearly over, he knew it. He unlocked the shackles that held the elf. He dragged the half conscious elf a few feet and dropped the bloody, dieing prince at the feet of the Elvin King.
"You..." Thranduil lunged for his son's torturer, the chains that held him clanged against each other. "You'll pay for this."
Harnach smiled cruelly as he went to leave, "Thranduil, when I die, I'll see my son again, unfortunately for you, you won't, you have eternity to morn for yours."
He left leaving the Elvin King to take his son in his arms and nourish vain hope.
Ohh, sucky chapter.
Terrible torture seen. Lynch me at dawn.
~*~
The mortal's fingers twisted in the elf's hair with menace, Harnach could seem to read the young elf's thoughts. Legolas heard a voice inside his head snarling,
"Yes my pretty, you will be your father's bane, and it won't be quick...or pleasant."
The dagger came off Legolas' throat, and Legolas drove his elbow into the Wilderlans' Lords midsection. It stunted him and Legolas broke free, but the guards were on him before he could barely take two steps. He fought with, there were too many; tried squirming out of their grasps, but in vain.
Harnach came up to him again, grabbed another handful of his hair and slammed the prince's head into the stonewall; dazing him, his eyes flickered, blood leaked from a bruised cut on his temple.
Harnach easily dragged the youth over to a set of chains on the opposite wall, not far from Thranduil's spot. The half conscious elf was on his knees, his face to the wall. Two heavy iron cuffs hung from separate chains on the wall, they weren't that long, about a half a meter long.
Legolas' wrists were locked into the manacles, his senses would not clear. The last thing he heard before darkness took him was his father's voice....in a final appeal for his son.
~*~
A dim light flickered in front of his eyes, shadow turned to shape. Legolas slowly opened his eyes; he shivered his head pounded, he was leaning against the cold stone of a damp cave wall his head turned, facing the right. A shadow was blurred on the wall he looked at. It slowly turned into a shape.
"Father." he whispered, it was barely audible.
There was a hollow sound of a lone footstep on the stone ground that echoed around the room.
There was then a shrill of something cutting through the air, and a lash feel crossed the young elf's shoulders.
Legolas sucked in a quick gasp of pain, remembered Harnach's threat; he repressed his wanting to moan.
"Harnach let him alone!" Thranduil roared, "I'm the one you want! You want to punish me; take my life but leave Legolas alone!"
Harnach glared at the king, "I swore to my vengeance, and death is too good for you!" He let more blows fall on the young elf's helpless shoulders and back. He continued beating the elf ruthlessly. The back of Legolas' tunic was torn into strips as each blow fell, and his blood began to turn the green fabric red.
Legolas turned his head, resting his forehead on the wall in front of him; he breathed deeply.
'Elbereth', he said in his mind, 'help me, I can't let him do this to Father.'
She must have heard him, for black slowly began to enclose his vision. Harnach noticed that elf's body was beginning to go slack he had prepared for this.
He went to a table in the room that was hidden in the darkness and brought forth a hollow needle. He lent to the elf's left side and twisted his wounded shoulder; tearing the wads of bloodstained cloth out of the arrow wound he pushed the spine into the wound.
"What are you doing?!" Thranduil demanded.
"Oh its nothing, just a little concoction that will keep him awake, it can have some nasty affects on people, but you're elves, lets see what it will do to him, shall we?"
Legolas opened his eyes. What happened?
"Now just this thing isn't very fun is it?" Harnach said as he picked up something else. It looked like another thing that looked like a whip, but it was very thick and pinpoints of light seemed to glow off it.
Harnach struck Legolas with it and he felt as if something penetrated his skin and was buried in the mussel just under the pale flesh.
Legolas' breathing picked up as welts were layered on top of welts and fresh agony fired his back, yet he stayed silent, which just angered Harnach more.
Harnach went to the door, spoke to the guard quietly, and went back to beating his victim. Legolas' tunic was torn and bloodied, his back bled more and more, the world was now slightly blurry from blood loss.
The drug in the elfs system began to wreak havoc on him; he felt the world begin to spin and his temperature to rise. It also seemed to heighten the pain he was feeling, it now felt twice as agonizing as before, but he would not let this vengeful, hate-filled man use him as a tool against his father.
The guard came back again; he held a pan of hot coals. Four rods stuck out of it. Harnach smiled and the was set on the floor by the mortal lords feet.
Harnach set his whip down and took the first rod and pulled it out of its fiery bed. At the end of the rod was a flat slab of iron, now a red-orange color from the searing heat.
Legolas could not see what was happening, but felt as the hot iron was maneuvered through a rip in his tunic and pressed into his right side.
Fiery pain ripped his side and the smell of scorched flesh invaded the air. His eyes widened and his mouth opened, but still no sound came, just deep sobbing breaths.
Harnach's eyes showed his ire, at the elf resolve against him, he drove the iron harder into the elf's side, still no sound.
"Harnach stop!! Please...if you want be begging for his life I will, please let him go." Thranduil barely stand it anymore.
Harnach ignored him, but removed the iron. He replaced it and took another; its tip was sharp and glowing. Harnach was determined to have this elf scream. He took the hot, sharp, hot tip, and drove it into one of the many bleeding lacerations on Legolas' back.
This time he could suppress his moans. Ahhh...results. Harnach drove it deeper into the elfs back, Legolas then began to make sounds he couldn't help.
It may have been hours, but Harnach had finally heard his victim moan. Not much longer now...again and again Harnach drove the hellish irons into Legolas' back, his moans slowly began to turn into thin cries.
Harnach could see the immortal's light fading. Just one final thing, he took a dagger and drove it into Legolas' injured shoulder. The cruel steel ripped up the flesh and mussel more, making blood gush from the wound.
Harnach felt triumph as the scream he so longed to here fill his ears. It was now nearly over, he knew it. He unlocked the shackles that held the elf. He dragged the half conscious elf a few feet and dropped the bloody, dieing prince at the feet of the Elvin King.
"You..." Thranduil lunged for his son's torturer, the chains that held him clanged against each other. "You'll pay for this."
Harnach smiled cruelly as he went to leave, "Thranduil, when I die, I'll see my son again, unfortunately for you, you won't, you have eternity to morn for yours."
He left leaving the Elvin King to take his son in his arms and nourish vain hope.
Ohh, sucky chapter.
Terrible torture seen. Lynch me at dawn.