A note on names, they are not supposed to mean any thing or have any true significance, they are just names that I tried to make sound like they were from Middle Earth.
Chapter 2
Who is the Traitor?
His scream had left him gasping for air as the burning iron was at last removed from his already wilted back. The brand had actually cauterized some of the wound, causing Legolas extreme agony which he was unable to conceal. Seeing that they had found the mast torturous device so far, the orcs placed the red hot iron across his back again, this time near his spine. It felt worse than being stabbed and hotter than the fire that it had been heated in, and Legolas, to his horror let another scream escape from his bruised lips. The orcs relished in his pain and continued to brand their captive's back until it had turned almost completely black and the elf had lost consciousness, and no attempts to rouse him succeeded.
The elf had been a pain in their behinds ever since they had captured him and killed that kid that kid. He had done nothing but break their limbs, spit in their faces, curse them to Udun and back, and attempt escape anytime he was it enough to do so. His most recent attempt had resulted in the loss of five of their number and three more injured. This was one of the reasons the torture had been especially cruel that night.
Their master had been especially annoyed with them for their slow progress, if there was any, in breaking he elf do that it would be ready for questioning when they made it back to their hideout, as well as the fact that they had let their prisoners to escape and alert the King of Gondor before they were ready to begin their attack. The fear they had of their master's wrath and the knowledge that it was the elf's doing had caused them to tale their anger out on their newly reclaimed captive, and they took pleasure in every moment of it.
"Why do we have to trouble ourselves with this pest?" an orc whined, kicking the elf lord's prone form as he passed on his way to the fire.
"'Cause the master wants 'im for questioning, you oaf," said another as he inhaled some meat of unknown origin.
"Well what's so special 'bout him? 'Sfar as I can see, he's the same as the rest of them elves, the first orc continued, gesturing towards their prisoner.
"Well, you see, he's an elven lord, and a close personal friend of the king Ellessar, whose land we are waging war on. Isn't that correct, Lord Legolas?" a smooth voice said, taking the orcs by surprise.
Knowing he had been caught, Legolas reluctantly opened his eyes o face the one that had seen through his ruse. "Voldaril, you traitor! Legolas cried, seeing the last person he had expected.
"Oh come now, My Lord, you've not see me since you left your father's kingdom and that is all you can say to me?" the elf sneered at his former prince. "And besides, My Lord, I have no alliance to these people so I betray no one."
"But what of your alliance with my people, Voldaril? Have you no loyalty to your own kin, or have you been relishing in their slaughter?" Legolas challenged angrily.
"Don't preach to me of loyalty, Your Highness, if any one here qualifies as a traitor it is you. You are the one that abandoned your people during their time of need to fight in the wars of man not I. I was not the one that wasn't there to lead his people into battle alongside his father, who, instead of having his son to back him up, spent his time worried to death over him. And, as if that weren't enough, you had to come back only to take half of our people and move them into the heart of the mortal's kingdoms!" Voldaril ranted before regaining his composure.
"No, My Lord, I am not the traitor here, you are, you and all of those cowards that fled here so that they may be protected by those men that you have befriended. It's to bad, really that they came here," he said in mock regret. "Had they not, they wouldn't have to be a part of this as it is a war against men, not elves."
" But why?" Legolas asked, his anger unabated. "Why wage war against Aragorn, what good may come of it?"
"What good?" Voldaril's surprise actually seemed real when asked the question. "It gives Middle Earth back to our kind, of course, and the elves would have free reign over the land once more as it was in the time before their wretched race defiled this land!" Voldaril shouted, his excitement at the elves reigning over Middle Earth again getting the better of him.
"And you, young prince, are not going to stop me, nor are you going to delay my progress any more." Standing up, he turned his eyes to his faithful servants and then back to Legolas's charred back. "Make his back red once more," he gave the order with a cruel smile as his orcs rushed to do his bidding.
"Enjoy you last night in the woods, Legolas, tomorrow will be the last time you see them for a while." With that he left the camp, chuckling when he heard Legolas's cry of pain as his burned back was sliced open once more.
Okay, there you go, another chapter to feast on. I hope I gave you another torture to wet your appetites, but didn't make it take over the plot of the fic.
WHO IS VOLDARIL? WHY DOES HE HATE MEN SO MUCH? WHY IS HE COMMANDING ORCS? IS HE NUTS? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE OTHER ELVES? ALL WILL SOON BE REVEALED IF YOU REVIEW!
Peace
Hobbit Killer