Someone earlier today asked for an update of every story today for Mother's
Day. Well this is for that. thysomoeur, this is for your request! Happy
Mother's Day to all the Mom's out there!
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say this? Ok, Tolkien, writing genuis, me, not-see the difference? Thought you would! All of the characters belong to Tolkien or his kin, not me! I am making NO money off this, it is simply for pleasure. Also, I have no money so please don't sue, you won't get much!
A/N: A HUGE thanks to d-chan and Cor for this!! I was ready to give it up and they wouldn't let me! D even went so far as to threaten not to write anymore if I didn't post this! And Cor encouraged and beta read for me! So thanks you 2!
Title: Lost Hope
Rating: ummm PG to PG-13 if any of you think this is wrong let me know!
Summary: Feeling ignored and unwanted a young Estel decides to go out on a hunting trip by himself.
Chapter 5
~*~*~*~*~*~
To Estel it felt as though he had been walking for days. 'I must be 100 miles from Rivendell by now! The waste lands probably have more life than this place!' Estel thought glumly.
Despite these frustrating thoughts Estel continued walking along the river.
Suddenly, he noticed that things had gone very quiet around him. 'Where did all the forest noise go? I'm sure I just heard the birds and even the bugs a second ago' Estel wondered with alarm.
All at once a band of orcs jumped out of the trees by the river. They quickly spotted little Estel and began to run for him.
Estel had never been so frightened in all of his 9 years. He had no weapons, he dropped his bow when he fell from the cliff and his knife was pulled from it's sheath by the water.
He began to run as fast as he could. He made for the trees, in hopes that he could climb one and then run tree to tree out of site as he had seen his brothers do many times. He never got there.
Volg, the first orc that had broke through the trees, snatched Estel up before he had made it halfway to the trees. "Look what we gots here" Volg snarled to the other orcs who had gathered around to see what their leader had caught.
"What is it? Can we eat it?" One of the orcs asked.
"It is a man child stupid!" Another snapped back
"It may appear human, but it reeks of elf!" yet another exclaimed. "We should destroy it fast"
"No, I want to have some fun with this one." Volg said. The last orc whose name was Rigor grumbled, but did not dare contradict their leader, especially when the rest of the group seemed to share Volg's desire to play with the small creature.
Estel desperately tried to squirm away from Volg's grip, to no avail. He kicked and squirmed, each attempt was unsuccessful as the last. 'I have to get out of here!' Estel thought frantically. Estel knew that orcs hated all creatures, but what they hated above all was elves. His father and brothers had told him stories how that orcs had at one time been elves who were corrupted. They had also warned him to never be caught by the foul creatures. They smelt the scent of Rivendell and elves about him, and that could land him in serious trouble
'Well too late for the not to be caught warnings' thought Estel. 'I suppose I will just have to escape then'
"Stop wiggling you little rat!" Volg snarled at the boy.
Estel continued his struggle against the nasty hands that held him. Suddenly an idea occurred to him, a nasty one, but if it would give him his freedom....
Estel bit into Volg's hand as hard as he could.
The orc screeched with rage and pain and instead of releasing him, like Estel thought ho would, he threw Estel against a nearby tree.
A loud crack was heard. Estel thought he was going to be sick. His head was spinning and his whole body ached even worse than before.
"So you wanna play rough huh?" Volg sneered. "Lets play"
He drew out a long leather whip from a pouch around his waist. "Lets see if this little beauty can teach you some manners brat." he snarled.
Estel was too dazed to attempt to crawl or even cower away from the hideous device.
*swish* *crack*
Estel could not stifle the cry that built up in his throat.
*swish* *crack* *crack* *crack*
With each lash Estel screamed in agony, his endurance at an end. He began to plead in elvish. He called for help. He even began to see in his mind his father and brothers. He begged them to help him, all to no avail.
This only managed to anger the orcs further, and the others in the group egged their leader on in the abuse.
Just when Estel thought that he could take no more the abuse stopped, suddenly. He looked up at Volg bleary eyed, wondering why he had stopped, but eternally thankful that he had. The look on the orcs face caused the adrenalin to rush through his system, and a cold knot of fear come to his already upset stomach.
"This is boring!" Volg exclaimed. "Lets see how he like's our drink!"
Two of the orcs picked Estel's small abused body up off the dirt and held him in place while Volg placed a skin to his lips. Estel resisted the liquid but it was forced into his mouth and he had no choice but to swallow.
The liquid burned the whole way down and Estel swore that he could still feel it burning, even in his stomach.
Estel chocked and heaved, he knew he was going to be sick. The two orcs dropped him back on the ground and he suffered several minutes of dry heaving, but he could not throw the foul liquid back up.
"What you don't like our poison? That's too bad, perhaps you will just have to learn to like it!" Volg grinned evilly at his prisoner. Then he forced another dose of the vile liquid down Estel's throat.
By this time Estel was too weak to even protest. All he could do was lie there and wonder what these creatures were going to do to him next.
~*~*~*~*~
Lord Elrond could not remember the last time he had felt so much despair. He and the small party of elves had been searching all day for his youngest, they had so far been unsuccessful. They had found Estel's tracks earlier, but it was where they led that caused the elf lord to despair the most.
The tracks had led them to the edge of a waterfall. It was obvious that Estel had climbed a near by tree, most likely to watch for game. However, it was obvious that the tree had once held branches that hung over the great canyon that the waterfall fell into. Now, it did not, and there were signs that a branch had broken and something had been on it, for there were signs of something holding on the edge of a rock facing just below the cliff.
They all feared that Estel had fallen down into the great chasm. It seemed that Elrond and Elrohir's feelings of dread were not wrong.
They had all agreed to take the path around and down into the canyon. Suddenly, a feeling of utter dread and fear swept through Elrond and the twins. They swore they could hear Estel's voice in their minds, pleading for help.
'Ada! El'dan El'hir help!!'
All three elves looked at each other in a moment of understanding. Then they urged the party to travel with all speed.
'Just hang on Estel, ison nin, we are coming' (my son)
~*~*~*~*~
Estel could take no more. As Volg and a few of the others began to beat on him with their hands and feet, and even occasionally a stick of some sort, all he could do was scream. The poison in his system seemed to react with the abuse making it ten times worse.
Suddenly Estel cried out "Ada! El'dan El'hir Help!"
Then all went dark, and Estel knew no more.
TBC....
Wow! That is my longest chapter ever!!! Hope you like! Don't kill me! *looks around at angry mob* uhhh guys? If you kill me I can't write the next chapter! Hehe well ummm *runs*
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say this? Ok, Tolkien, writing genuis, me, not-see the difference? Thought you would! All of the characters belong to Tolkien or his kin, not me! I am making NO money off this, it is simply for pleasure. Also, I have no money so please don't sue, you won't get much!
A/N: A HUGE thanks to d-chan and Cor for this!! I was ready to give it up and they wouldn't let me! D even went so far as to threaten not to write anymore if I didn't post this! And Cor encouraged and beta read for me! So thanks you 2!
Title: Lost Hope
Rating: ummm PG to PG-13 if any of you think this is wrong let me know!
Summary: Feeling ignored and unwanted a young Estel decides to go out on a hunting trip by himself.
Chapter 5
~*~*~*~*~*~
To Estel it felt as though he had been walking for days. 'I must be 100 miles from Rivendell by now! The waste lands probably have more life than this place!' Estel thought glumly.
Despite these frustrating thoughts Estel continued walking along the river.
Suddenly, he noticed that things had gone very quiet around him. 'Where did all the forest noise go? I'm sure I just heard the birds and even the bugs a second ago' Estel wondered with alarm.
All at once a band of orcs jumped out of the trees by the river. They quickly spotted little Estel and began to run for him.
Estel had never been so frightened in all of his 9 years. He had no weapons, he dropped his bow when he fell from the cliff and his knife was pulled from it's sheath by the water.
He began to run as fast as he could. He made for the trees, in hopes that he could climb one and then run tree to tree out of site as he had seen his brothers do many times. He never got there.
Volg, the first orc that had broke through the trees, snatched Estel up before he had made it halfway to the trees. "Look what we gots here" Volg snarled to the other orcs who had gathered around to see what their leader had caught.
"What is it? Can we eat it?" One of the orcs asked.
"It is a man child stupid!" Another snapped back
"It may appear human, but it reeks of elf!" yet another exclaimed. "We should destroy it fast"
"No, I want to have some fun with this one." Volg said. The last orc whose name was Rigor grumbled, but did not dare contradict their leader, especially when the rest of the group seemed to share Volg's desire to play with the small creature.
Estel desperately tried to squirm away from Volg's grip, to no avail. He kicked and squirmed, each attempt was unsuccessful as the last. 'I have to get out of here!' Estel thought frantically. Estel knew that orcs hated all creatures, but what they hated above all was elves. His father and brothers had told him stories how that orcs had at one time been elves who were corrupted. They had also warned him to never be caught by the foul creatures. They smelt the scent of Rivendell and elves about him, and that could land him in serious trouble
'Well too late for the not to be caught warnings' thought Estel. 'I suppose I will just have to escape then'
"Stop wiggling you little rat!" Volg snarled at the boy.
Estel continued his struggle against the nasty hands that held him. Suddenly an idea occurred to him, a nasty one, but if it would give him his freedom....
Estel bit into Volg's hand as hard as he could.
The orc screeched with rage and pain and instead of releasing him, like Estel thought ho would, he threw Estel against a nearby tree.
A loud crack was heard. Estel thought he was going to be sick. His head was spinning and his whole body ached even worse than before.
"So you wanna play rough huh?" Volg sneered. "Lets play"
He drew out a long leather whip from a pouch around his waist. "Lets see if this little beauty can teach you some manners brat." he snarled.
Estel was too dazed to attempt to crawl or even cower away from the hideous device.
*swish* *crack*
Estel could not stifle the cry that built up in his throat.
*swish* *crack* *crack* *crack*
With each lash Estel screamed in agony, his endurance at an end. He began to plead in elvish. He called for help. He even began to see in his mind his father and brothers. He begged them to help him, all to no avail.
This only managed to anger the orcs further, and the others in the group egged their leader on in the abuse.
Just when Estel thought that he could take no more the abuse stopped, suddenly. He looked up at Volg bleary eyed, wondering why he had stopped, but eternally thankful that he had. The look on the orcs face caused the adrenalin to rush through his system, and a cold knot of fear come to his already upset stomach.
"This is boring!" Volg exclaimed. "Lets see how he like's our drink!"
Two of the orcs picked Estel's small abused body up off the dirt and held him in place while Volg placed a skin to his lips. Estel resisted the liquid but it was forced into his mouth and he had no choice but to swallow.
The liquid burned the whole way down and Estel swore that he could still feel it burning, even in his stomach.
Estel chocked and heaved, he knew he was going to be sick. The two orcs dropped him back on the ground and he suffered several minutes of dry heaving, but he could not throw the foul liquid back up.
"What you don't like our poison? That's too bad, perhaps you will just have to learn to like it!" Volg grinned evilly at his prisoner. Then he forced another dose of the vile liquid down Estel's throat.
By this time Estel was too weak to even protest. All he could do was lie there and wonder what these creatures were going to do to him next.
~*~*~*~*~
Lord Elrond could not remember the last time he had felt so much despair. He and the small party of elves had been searching all day for his youngest, they had so far been unsuccessful. They had found Estel's tracks earlier, but it was where they led that caused the elf lord to despair the most.
The tracks had led them to the edge of a waterfall. It was obvious that Estel had climbed a near by tree, most likely to watch for game. However, it was obvious that the tree had once held branches that hung over the great canyon that the waterfall fell into. Now, it did not, and there were signs that a branch had broken and something had been on it, for there were signs of something holding on the edge of a rock facing just below the cliff.
They all feared that Estel had fallen down into the great chasm. It seemed that Elrond and Elrohir's feelings of dread were not wrong.
They had all agreed to take the path around and down into the canyon. Suddenly, a feeling of utter dread and fear swept through Elrond and the twins. They swore they could hear Estel's voice in their minds, pleading for help.
'Ada! El'dan El'hir help!!'
All three elves looked at each other in a moment of understanding. Then they urged the party to travel with all speed.
'Just hang on Estel, ison nin, we are coming' (my son)
~*~*~*~*~
Estel could take no more. As Volg and a few of the others began to beat on him with their hands and feet, and even occasionally a stick of some sort, all he could do was scream. The poison in his system seemed to react with the abuse making it ten times worse.
Suddenly Estel cried out "Ada! El'dan El'hir Help!"
Then all went dark, and Estel knew no more.
TBC....
Wow! That is my longest chapter ever!!! Hope you like! Don't kill me! *looks around at angry mob* uhhh guys? If you kill me I can't write the next chapter! Hehe well ummm *runs*