AGH! STUPID FF, STUPID! *kicks site* I swear I put up the right chapter, I checked. STUPID SITE!! IF I DIDN'T LIKE LOTR SO MUCH… *shakes fist*
Newsflash: Ok, my last post was a cute one. Here's a warning for ya. *yells* THIS IS NOT CUTE! Sorry. Just had to make that clear.
I'm gonna up this chapter to R, and before you ask, no rape, just violence. More flashbacks. *looks terrified* Uh-oh. Please bear with me and don't flame me if you think I should be nicer to Las.
Hope you enjoy it! *Geez, I still said that after THAT lead in? We-ird.*
*****
Elrond looked up from the elf that was telling him of the news they had received of the Turs' movements. Legolas walked in, looking slightly nervous, but determined all the same. He walked forwards until he was standing just behind the other elf. "Lord Elrond, I have a request."
Elrond waved his hand to the other elf. "Give me a moment, please." He asked, and the elf bowed his head and retreated to the far end of the room. "What is it, Legolas?" Elrond asked.
Legolas took a deep breath. "Actually, I have two." He said softly. Elrond nodded his acceptance. "First of all, I would like to have dinner with you tonight. Alone." Elrond's brow creased, but he quickly nodded. Legolas barely paused. "Second of all, I would like you and your family to ride with me to Mirkwood." He looked up hesitantly at his second request, seeming to be afraid to ask. "If you don't mind…" He began.
Elrond cut him off. "Of course not! We will be glad to go with you whenever you wish to return home. I am sure my children will be glad for the change in scenery. As for the dinner, I will be with you in an hour or two." He tried to withhold his joy at Legolas' expressing a desire to return to Mirkwood. He did wonder why Legolas wished him to go along, but perhaps the elf wanted support.
Legolas seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "That would be wonderful. Thank you." He bowed his head respectfully and quickly left.
*****
Elrond entered the small dining hall, smiling at the room's only occupant. Legolas smiled back, hesitantly, as the other elf sat. Elrond did not know what to say, and so remained quiet. The silence hung heavily between the two as their dinner was served, and Elrond began to wonder if Legolas had even had a point to this request.
Suddenly, Legolas spoke. "I know that you must have many more questions about what happened before I ended up in your realm." He said, obviously not asking a question. Elrond was quiet, instead taking care to make it obvious to Legolas that he was listening. "Revenhal was not happy with his daughter's death. The experience was not a good one." Legolas shuddered as he remembered the horrible time after his outburst of anger.
*****
Legolas had not struggled as he was dragged away from his sister's body by the hands of angry guards. Everything became a blur, as his one purpose was now meaningless. He had promised to save Luminal, and now it would do her little good. Nothing mattered now. He had failed.
He became aware of angry voices, but paid them little mind until he was thrown to his knees and his head jerked up by the hair so that his eyes met Revenhal's. The man was smoldering, his face nearly exploding with rage, and dimly Legolas knew that he was in trouble, but he no longer cared.
"What happened, you elf filth?!!" He demanded, seeming to want to hear it from the elf himself.
Legolas wearily let his eyes drop, only to have his head jerked violently up. "Your daughter was quite drunk this evening, and tried to force herself on me, and when I rejected her, she took her anger out on my sister. I could not allow that." He said without remorse.
Revenhal let him go no further, striding quickly over and striking him so hard that Legolas saw stars, and blood ran from the corner of his lip. "If you will speak lies, then you will not be allowed to speak!" He screamed, and leaned in. "You will suffer for this." Standing up, he turned away. "Flog him, and then return him to me."
Legolas was dragged outside brutally. His wrist and ankles were tied together, and he was thrown to the ground. A booted foot landed on his bindings, preventing movement without serious injury, but Legolas did not struggle, even when he heard the whip being unfurled.
With a quick hiss, seven lines of fire danced across his back. Legolas jerked, and made a small sound of surprised pain in the back of his throat, but the beating did not even pause. For a long time, the whip descended on his back, roaming from his shoulders to hips until blood streamed from countless cuts and welts covered every inch of his back. Legolas was barely aware of the pain. In the distance, he could hear someone screaming in agony, and felt pity for them. //They must be in such pain.// He thought sorrowfully for the person, unaware in his detached state that the screams came from his own abused throat.
He was allowed no respite, instead, his ankle bonds were cut and he was dragged to his feet and hauled back inside to face the man causing him such pain. Revenhal's anger seemed to be cooled slightly by seeing the glazed look of pain in the elf's eyes, and the blood pouring from his back and ruining the pants he wore.
He was not done though. No, far from it. He had promised the elf that he would suffer, and suffer he would. "Good." He said, lacing his fingers together behind his back and looking down to the elf. An evil grin came to his face as he thought of something. He gestured to a servant, a young girl of perhaps 13 or 14 years who scurried over and listened as Revenhal whispered some instructions to her. Her eyes filled with horror as she drew back, but she ran to obey him. "Take him to the east wall and hold him firmly against it." He ordered, and the men holding Legolas did so, forcing the Mirkwood elf's chest to be pressed against the cool stone.
The servant girl was trembling as she returned and handed Revenhal a poker, bowing and scurrying away, practically running to escape what she knew was about to happen. Revenhal smiled as he looked into the fire the girl had started, the flames reflecting off his face and making it almost glow, and held up a hand in the girl's direction as she reached the door. For no reason other than the pure cruelty of wanting to spoil the girl's innocence, he called out. "You will stay in case I have further need of you." The girl froze, her long red hair swaying, and trembled as she slowly made her way back. Revenhal ran his fingers along her chin with a grim smile, and turned away.
Approaching Legolas, he watched the muscles under the abused skin twitch as the elf's arms were pulled harder. Without warning, he laid into Legolas, the poker colliding with Legolas' back. Legolas gave a loud moan of pain, and the girl whimpered and covered her eyes. Revenhal seemed to be driven on by the sounds, striking again, but harder. Again and again, the metal struck Legolas, bringing immediate bruises to the skin. The poker found Legolas' rib that had been broken and had barely mended itself, and the rib cracked again. Legolas cried out, and Revenhal put all of his strength into a blow aimed for the same spot.
Legolas gave a gut-wrenching scream of pain, his whole body shaking from the force. The rib had punctured his lungs. He trembled as the scream trailed off.
Revenhal lowered the poker, and grabbed the abused being by the hair, yanking him from the men's grips and throwing him to the floor. Legolas moaned, and turned on his side, coughing up blood.
The girl gave a shriek of horror as she saw the blood draining out of the elf's mouth, feeling quite faint. Revenhal looked at her and grinned, before trudging to the fire and thrusting the poker into it. He pushed the embers around that had been warmed by the flaming log, before withdrawing the poker and walking back to Legolas. Calmly, he tore open the delicate pants, revealing one muscular thigh (AN: And ONLY one muscular thigh!!! Pick your minds up out of the gutter and wash them off, girls. ;) Without hesitation, he gently laid the poker down on the thigh, making the burn as long as he could, stretching from Legolas' hip halfway down his thigh.
Legolas jerked, and his spine arched. The girl shrieked loudly, tears running down her face, and forgetting that she had been ordered to stay, turned and fled, sobbing., unable to watch. Legolas screamed as well, finally pulled back completely to what was happening by the horrible pain, the stench of burnt skin rising into the air. Revenhal smiled, and pressed down harder, making the scream rise in intensity, before removing the poker and throwing it down. Legolas shuddered and fainted.
*****
*wipes sweat off forehead* Whew, that was horrible!!!! *Hugs Legolas* I'm sorry honey-baby-dearest-elfie boy. *Legolas looks at her as if she is crazy (which she is) and backs away. Jacinta looks hurt* Fine! Don't accept my comfort!
Anyway, what did you think? Gonna kill me yet? Sorry, warned ya it wouldn't be pretty! Read on, I assure you it'll get better.
Oh, BTW, for those who were saying stuff about Thranduil not being hard on Legolas or thinking it, I'll say this: I'm not a Thranduil-is-an-evil-man-who-hates-his-son writer. I love reading those stories, mind you, but I don't write them. If you do write them, please know that I love your stories and want you to keep writing them!!! :D
Sorry about all the mix-ups. See you in the next chappy!
Newsflash: Ok, my last post was a cute one. Here's a warning for ya. *yells* THIS IS NOT CUTE! Sorry. Just had to make that clear.
I'm gonna up this chapter to R, and before you ask, no rape, just violence. More flashbacks. *looks terrified* Uh-oh. Please bear with me and don't flame me if you think I should be nicer to Las.
Hope you enjoy it! *Geez, I still said that after THAT lead in? We-ird.*
*****
Elrond looked up from the elf that was telling him of the news they had received of the Turs' movements. Legolas walked in, looking slightly nervous, but determined all the same. He walked forwards until he was standing just behind the other elf. "Lord Elrond, I have a request."
Elrond waved his hand to the other elf. "Give me a moment, please." He asked, and the elf bowed his head and retreated to the far end of the room. "What is it, Legolas?" Elrond asked.
Legolas took a deep breath. "Actually, I have two." He said softly. Elrond nodded his acceptance. "First of all, I would like to have dinner with you tonight. Alone." Elrond's brow creased, but he quickly nodded. Legolas barely paused. "Second of all, I would like you and your family to ride with me to Mirkwood." He looked up hesitantly at his second request, seeming to be afraid to ask. "If you don't mind…" He began.
Elrond cut him off. "Of course not! We will be glad to go with you whenever you wish to return home. I am sure my children will be glad for the change in scenery. As for the dinner, I will be with you in an hour or two." He tried to withhold his joy at Legolas' expressing a desire to return to Mirkwood. He did wonder why Legolas wished him to go along, but perhaps the elf wanted support.
Legolas seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "That would be wonderful. Thank you." He bowed his head respectfully and quickly left.
*****
Elrond entered the small dining hall, smiling at the room's only occupant. Legolas smiled back, hesitantly, as the other elf sat. Elrond did not know what to say, and so remained quiet. The silence hung heavily between the two as their dinner was served, and Elrond began to wonder if Legolas had even had a point to this request.
Suddenly, Legolas spoke. "I know that you must have many more questions about what happened before I ended up in your realm." He said, obviously not asking a question. Elrond was quiet, instead taking care to make it obvious to Legolas that he was listening. "Revenhal was not happy with his daughter's death. The experience was not a good one." Legolas shuddered as he remembered the horrible time after his outburst of anger.
*****
Legolas had not struggled as he was dragged away from his sister's body by the hands of angry guards. Everything became a blur, as his one purpose was now meaningless. He had promised to save Luminal, and now it would do her little good. Nothing mattered now. He had failed.
He became aware of angry voices, but paid them little mind until he was thrown to his knees and his head jerked up by the hair so that his eyes met Revenhal's. The man was smoldering, his face nearly exploding with rage, and dimly Legolas knew that he was in trouble, but he no longer cared.
"What happened, you elf filth?!!" He demanded, seeming to want to hear it from the elf himself.
Legolas wearily let his eyes drop, only to have his head jerked violently up. "Your daughter was quite drunk this evening, and tried to force herself on me, and when I rejected her, she took her anger out on my sister. I could not allow that." He said without remorse.
Revenhal let him go no further, striding quickly over and striking him so hard that Legolas saw stars, and blood ran from the corner of his lip. "If you will speak lies, then you will not be allowed to speak!" He screamed, and leaned in. "You will suffer for this." Standing up, he turned away. "Flog him, and then return him to me."
Legolas was dragged outside brutally. His wrist and ankles were tied together, and he was thrown to the ground. A booted foot landed on his bindings, preventing movement without serious injury, but Legolas did not struggle, even when he heard the whip being unfurled.
With a quick hiss, seven lines of fire danced across his back. Legolas jerked, and made a small sound of surprised pain in the back of his throat, but the beating did not even pause. For a long time, the whip descended on his back, roaming from his shoulders to hips until blood streamed from countless cuts and welts covered every inch of his back. Legolas was barely aware of the pain. In the distance, he could hear someone screaming in agony, and felt pity for them. //They must be in such pain.// He thought sorrowfully for the person, unaware in his detached state that the screams came from his own abused throat.
He was allowed no respite, instead, his ankle bonds were cut and he was dragged to his feet and hauled back inside to face the man causing him such pain. Revenhal's anger seemed to be cooled slightly by seeing the glazed look of pain in the elf's eyes, and the blood pouring from his back and ruining the pants he wore.
He was not done though. No, far from it. He had promised the elf that he would suffer, and suffer he would. "Good." He said, lacing his fingers together behind his back and looking down to the elf. An evil grin came to his face as he thought of something. He gestured to a servant, a young girl of perhaps 13 or 14 years who scurried over and listened as Revenhal whispered some instructions to her. Her eyes filled with horror as she drew back, but she ran to obey him. "Take him to the east wall and hold him firmly against it." He ordered, and the men holding Legolas did so, forcing the Mirkwood elf's chest to be pressed against the cool stone.
The servant girl was trembling as she returned and handed Revenhal a poker, bowing and scurrying away, practically running to escape what she knew was about to happen. Revenhal smiled as he looked into the fire the girl had started, the flames reflecting off his face and making it almost glow, and held up a hand in the girl's direction as she reached the door. For no reason other than the pure cruelty of wanting to spoil the girl's innocence, he called out. "You will stay in case I have further need of you." The girl froze, her long red hair swaying, and trembled as she slowly made her way back. Revenhal ran his fingers along her chin with a grim smile, and turned away.
Approaching Legolas, he watched the muscles under the abused skin twitch as the elf's arms were pulled harder. Without warning, he laid into Legolas, the poker colliding with Legolas' back. Legolas gave a loud moan of pain, and the girl whimpered and covered her eyes. Revenhal seemed to be driven on by the sounds, striking again, but harder. Again and again, the metal struck Legolas, bringing immediate bruises to the skin. The poker found Legolas' rib that had been broken and had barely mended itself, and the rib cracked again. Legolas cried out, and Revenhal put all of his strength into a blow aimed for the same spot.
Legolas gave a gut-wrenching scream of pain, his whole body shaking from the force. The rib had punctured his lungs. He trembled as the scream trailed off.
Revenhal lowered the poker, and grabbed the abused being by the hair, yanking him from the men's grips and throwing him to the floor. Legolas moaned, and turned on his side, coughing up blood.
The girl gave a shriek of horror as she saw the blood draining out of the elf's mouth, feeling quite faint. Revenhal looked at her and grinned, before trudging to the fire and thrusting the poker into it. He pushed the embers around that had been warmed by the flaming log, before withdrawing the poker and walking back to Legolas. Calmly, he tore open the delicate pants, revealing one muscular thigh (AN: And ONLY one muscular thigh!!! Pick your minds up out of the gutter and wash them off, girls. ;) Without hesitation, he gently laid the poker down on the thigh, making the burn as long as he could, stretching from Legolas' hip halfway down his thigh.
Legolas jerked, and his spine arched. The girl shrieked loudly, tears running down her face, and forgetting that she had been ordered to stay, turned and fled, sobbing., unable to watch. Legolas screamed as well, finally pulled back completely to what was happening by the horrible pain, the stench of burnt skin rising into the air. Revenhal smiled, and pressed down harder, making the scream rise in intensity, before removing the poker and throwing it down. Legolas shuddered and fainted.
*****
*wipes sweat off forehead* Whew, that was horrible!!!! *Hugs Legolas* I'm sorry honey-baby-dearest-elfie boy. *Legolas looks at her as if she is crazy (which she is) and backs away. Jacinta looks hurt* Fine! Don't accept my comfort!
Anyway, what did you think? Gonna kill me yet? Sorry, warned ya it wouldn't be pretty! Read on, I assure you it'll get better.
Oh, BTW, for those who were saying stuff about Thranduil not being hard on Legolas or thinking it, I'll say this: I'm not a Thranduil-is-an-evil-man-who-hates-his-son writer. I love reading those stories, mind you, but I don't write them. If you do write them, please know that I love your stories and want you to keep writing them!!! :D
Sorry about all the mix-ups. See you in the next chappy!