Next chapter is here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And will the reviewers that are rather
over come by emotion please stop crying! You're getting my keyboard wet!!
Bare with me on this chapter, I have get back to everyone who is looking for those two in this one. But don't worry plenty more of elf torture! And I don't if I want to kill him or not, all those in favor of him being tortured to death please signify by saying aye, all those apposed please say nay.
And he's not staying with his mom chels because I'm not killing him in this one; I'm cruel most of the time, but not really that cruel. Besides, my master can't stand fics where he dies.
(P.S. Keep in mind the instruments of torture, there will be references to them later. Got it? Good. There will be a quiz later! hehe)
And I'm really, really, really super sorry for not updating soon, I've been in the hospital for a while have been unable to add to any of my stories for a while.
How could they have been so brainless?
That was the question Ran and the other searchers kept on asking themselves. Did they really expect Legolas to do what he was told and stay at home, waiting to see if his father would be brought home dead or alive?
Now besides a missing king they had a missing prince to look for too. The band of searchers followed the slight trail they had picked up
It was not long after their impromptu "nap" that they knew who sat it up, and had lit out. Fire in the back of the kitchen indeed! Now not only did they have a missing king to look for, but a missing prince as well.
Legolas had left only a slight trail for them to follow, knowing that if he left more then one they would drag him back if it came to that. The weather had turned against them many times since they started looking, and the muddy paths discouraged the trails, making them almost impossible to follow, and it slowed them terribly. They only hoped they could find them before anything could happen.
~*~
Harnach looked the steady rain that fell and was accompanied by monstrous booms of thunder and quick blazes lightning.
Smug satisfaction was bountifully written on his face. Along with a small numbness.........
But what matter, even if his son was gone the taker of his life now knew the grief of a parent that buries their only child. He was satisfied with that knowledge. But also, the murderer was immortal, and he would truly never see his son again. When Harnach died he would see his once more.
That was the most satisfying thought there.
~*~
The cell's dark dampness only added to the weight of Thranduil's hurting heart. He didn't know how long he had been in the small cell just holding Legolas for the last time.
His body had grown so cold and lifeless it seemed unmanageable, He long raised his hand and closed his son's eyes. He couldn't stand looking into them now; they were dead.
Cold and flown. The only time he had seen another pair of eyes like that was when his wife had died............
The weight of the immense pain threatened to crush the Elven kings heart, when his beloved wife had died there was that one child that had kept him sane, now............that one child was gone.
Thranduil reflected bitterly that if Harnach wanted to punish him he could have done no better then force the Elvin king watch as he tortured his son, and have him die in his arms.
Thranduil cradled Legolas in his arms, his hand laid on the younger's face, and his thump gently caressed his cheek. His skin was so cold.
His eyes closed, Legolas only looked like a sleeping mortal, but it was no so............
Legolas was dead.........nothing else mattered.
~*~
Legolas felt a rush as his sprit fled back from Mandos' Halls back to his near broken body.
There was a numb throb in his head, and it grew as he came back to the land of living. There was lightheaded feeling then a rush as his blood began to flow again. A throbbing in his head began, numbly at first, then it became more vigorous, and he sucked in a quick gasp of breath.
Thranduil was afraid to hope as he heard the sound, but his sprit regained its hope.
"Legolas?" He whispered, hoping that it just wasn't a cruel dream.
"Father........." No it was no dream.
"Shhh" he hushed him, "Don't try to talk, just rest now, just rest." The king now hoped with all his heart that he had enough strength to save his son.
~*~
"Rima! Over here, quickly!" The scout called to his partner. The other elf sprinted over to the other.
"What is it Silloss?" She asked, but didn't need an explanation as she saw what Silloss had uncovered by merest accident. At the edge of a small cliff Aratada had stumbled slightly as an unseen root had caught his foot. He had fallen to his knees and in doing so had looked over the side of the cliff. And he found to his surprise and horror, that there blood on the ground at the base of the rock.
"Go get the others! Hurry!" Rima said.
~*~
"Do you think that the people that took the king could have Legolas too?" Rima asked Ran. The searching party had quickly followed the trail that had been left by the blood, and the markings on the earth suggest struggle.
"It's possible," Ran said to his second in command. "The king thought they wanted something more then just him, that's why he wouldn't let Legolas search with us." Ran drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. "We'll stay together and see if we can follow what they left behind, and maybe with luck we can find them both, lets move out."
TBC
I know, I know, you're thinking: What the hell is she doing?!! Why isn't there more??!!!"
Well, with this story I am now battling writers block and my muse is being held captive by it, but don't despair, I will free her as soon as I can and I go into battle this very night!! Wish me luck!!
Bare with me on this chapter, I have get back to everyone who is looking for those two in this one. But don't worry plenty more of elf torture! And I don't if I want to kill him or not, all those in favor of him being tortured to death please signify by saying aye, all those apposed please say nay.
And he's not staying with his mom chels because I'm not killing him in this one; I'm cruel most of the time, but not really that cruel. Besides, my master can't stand fics where he dies.
(P.S. Keep in mind the instruments of torture, there will be references to them later. Got it? Good. There will be a quiz later! hehe)
And I'm really, really, really super sorry for not updating soon, I've been in the hospital for a while have been unable to add to any of my stories for a while.
How could they have been so brainless?
That was the question Ran and the other searchers kept on asking themselves. Did they really expect Legolas to do what he was told and stay at home, waiting to see if his father would be brought home dead or alive?
Now besides a missing king they had a missing prince to look for too. The band of searchers followed the slight trail they had picked up
It was not long after their impromptu "nap" that they knew who sat it up, and had lit out. Fire in the back of the kitchen indeed! Now not only did they have a missing king to look for, but a missing prince as well.
Legolas had left only a slight trail for them to follow, knowing that if he left more then one they would drag him back if it came to that. The weather had turned against them many times since they started looking, and the muddy paths discouraged the trails, making them almost impossible to follow, and it slowed them terribly. They only hoped they could find them before anything could happen.
~*~
Harnach looked the steady rain that fell and was accompanied by monstrous booms of thunder and quick blazes lightning.
Smug satisfaction was bountifully written on his face. Along with a small numbness.........
But what matter, even if his son was gone the taker of his life now knew the grief of a parent that buries their only child. He was satisfied with that knowledge. But also, the murderer was immortal, and he would truly never see his son again. When Harnach died he would see his once more.
That was the most satisfying thought there.
~*~
The cell's dark dampness only added to the weight of Thranduil's hurting heart. He didn't know how long he had been in the small cell just holding Legolas for the last time.
His body had grown so cold and lifeless it seemed unmanageable, He long raised his hand and closed his son's eyes. He couldn't stand looking into them now; they were dead.
Cold and flown. The only time he had seen another pair of eyes like that was when his wife had died............
The weight of the immense pain threatened to crush the Elven kings heart, when his beloved wife had died there was that one child that had kept him sane, now............that one child was gone.
Thranduil reflected bitterly that if Harnach wanted to punish him he could have done no better then force the Elvin king watch as he tortured his son, and have him die in his arms.
Thranduil cradled Legolas in his arms, his hand laid on the younger's face, and his thump gently caressed his cheek. His skin was so cold.
His eyes closed, Legolas only looked like a sleeping mortal, but it was no so............
Legolas was dead.........nothing else mattered.
~*~
Legolas felt a rush as his sprit fled back from Mandos' Halls back to his near broken body.
There was a numb throb in his head, and it grew as he came back to the land of living. There was lightheaded feeling then a rush as his blood began to flow again. A throbbing in his head began, numbly at first, then it became more vigorous, and he sucked in a quick gasp of breath.
Thranduil was afraid to hope as he heard the sound, but his sprit regained its hope.
"Legolas?" He whispered, hoping that it just wasn't a cruel dream.
"Father........." No it was no dream.
"Shhh" he hushed him, "Don't try to talk, just rest now, just rest." The king now hoped with all his heart that he had enough strength to save his son.
~*~
"Rima! Over here, quickly!" The scout called to his partner. The other elf sprinted over to the other.
"What is it Silloss?" She asked, but didn't need an explanation as she saw what Silloss had uncovered by merest accident. At the edge of a small cliff Aratada had stumbled slightly as an unseen root had caught his foot. He had fallen to his knees and in doing so had looked over the side of the cliff. And he found to his surprise and horror, that there blood on the ground at the base of the rock.
"Go get the others! Hurry!" Rima said.
~*~
"Do you think that the people that took the king could have Legolas too?" Rima asked Ran. The searching party had quickly followed the trail that had been left by the blood, and the markings on the earth suggest struggle.
"It's possible," Ran said to his second in command. "The king thought they wanted something more then just him, that's why he wouldn't let Legolas search with us." Ran drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. "We'll stay together and see if we can follow what they left behind, and maybe with luck we can find them both, lets move out."
TBC
I know, I know, you're thinking: What the hell is she doing?!! Why isn't there more??!!!"
Well, with this story I am now battling writers block and my muse is being held captive by it, but don't despair, I will free her as soon as I can and I go into battle this very night!! Wish me luck!!