Hello everybody! I am slightly hyper, though I have absolutely no idea why, because it's meant to be summer, but trust good ol' England to keep the rain coming! Sigh. I'm lucky enough to live near the beach and its blimmin' raining. Grr.

So here's an update for you al. Only one more chapter after this and then…THERE IS A SEQUEL! Yes people, I have been tapping busily away at my computer over half term, creating a sequel for this story. Tis' going well so far, but that is all I'm saying.

Hanks once again for all your lovely reviews, and see you soon. Hope you're having a better summer than we English folk!

Faerlain

Rayame325 – Everyone feels sorry for 'Ren, and so they should. With good reason. Poor fella. I've put him through a rough time haven't I? Oh well, it happens to many of my characters! Legolas and Gîlorn shall try their best, indeed they shall. Yup, I'm definitely hyper. Thanks for reviewing.

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Tiara Shin – Hello my hunni! I know I am talking to you right at this very second (you have just said something about university), but hello again anyway! Hugs are the best and everyone should love them! Yes, I did work in a dress shop, and still do cos they gave me a Saturday job! I am a paid employee! Bounces happily. Hope everything's cool with you and Haldy, and we shall now carry on with our conversation! Thanks for reviewing.

Kalayna – Singing is great1 Especially when you have music turned up full volume and so no one else can actually hear you. At least, that's the case with me. I don't risk singing in the bath – bathroom is too echoey. Spite is a dudey word – love it! Thanks for reviewing.

Elerrina – Randomness so rules! Gîlorn is a dude and I love him and he's in the second story quite a bit so far! Pauses for air. Just keep singing! Dory! She so cute. Imaginary…real…what's the difference these days? No, I don't think you're THAT crazy! Yet…

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Chapter 7: Sing.

We are being really defiant now. Even the Humans and Dwarves have started singing. In their own tongue of course. I don't think anyone else here knows the Elven language.

The Orcs are going mental. We have to keep raising our voices above the yelling and howling. Its working, but I don't know how long we can hold on for.

My voice is weakening again. I need water to carry on. And the others are starting to falter as well. Then I hear the doors opening, and people are dragged out.

But they keep on singing!

Its amazing, the lengths people will go to. My own door is flung open, and good old Meagereg drags me out by the hair. "Shut up!" he bellows in my ear.

But I don't of course. I increase the volume even, and he screeches as he pulls me down the corridor.

We are all chucked into the main hall. I limp over to where Glînvara and Balamrûn are sat, grinning triumphantly as they continue to sing. We embrace carefully, as we are all covered in injuries, and they touch my left eye with pity and sorrow written all over their faces. I swat their hands away and we carry on singing.

I never realised how many prisoners they had in this place. I can see at least ten Elves, the two Dwarves, and roughly 8 Humans. About twenty altogether.

And every single one of us is singing as loud as they can.

The Orcs come in and slam the metal double doors shut, glaring at us. But the look is ruined because they are covering their hands with their ears. Everyone's gone crazy. We're all singing like lunatics, and they just look mad. As in, mental mad. Not angry.

A mixture of both perhaps. I can see anger in their eyes, lunacy in their faces, and fear in their entire bodies. A few are shaking. Whips are brandished and lashed through the air, but we still don't take any notice. Most of us are huddled round the fire, getting the warmth it offers. I look round to see if there is any water anywhere, but I can't see any. Damn!

"Shut up!" they keep yelling. "Shut up!"

But we don't. Surely, they've just made their own suffering worse by putting us all together in one room. Or maybe it doesn't as echo as much in here…

Suddenly, there's a banging at the doors. That makes everyone shut up. Then, the voices on the other side carry on singing the song we were just in the middle of.

Legolas!

"Keep singing!" Legolas urged them as they banged against the door. "Join in with them! Make the Orcs feel the pain of our words!"

And so they sang. They heard more screeching from inside and then the people carry on singing. The Tower is full of it. The evil Tower is full of the beautiful language of the Silvan Elves.

Legolas and Gîlorn felt the door with their hands, looking for a lock or handle. They found it and twisted it open together. It was made of iron and extremely stiff, but finally the doors burst open…

The doors open, but when we all crane our necks forward to see who was there, we can't see anyone. Everyone is silent with confusion. It's strange. The Orcs turn round to look, and walk towards the door.

Then a stream of arrows flies in, embedding themselves in the Orcs. We all cheer, and still try and see who our rescuers are. But they are still hidden from our sight.

The Orcs cry out, and grab their own weapons, but it's too late for them. They are defeated. I recognise the arrows. Yes, it's definitely my Elves.

A few Orcs run back to us and start pulling us to our feet. There is another door on the other side of the hall by the fireplace, leading straight outside. They start dragging us over there, and we kick and scream till our throats are hoarse.

Gradually, they fall, and we are thrown to the floor. But my Orc, (its Seregrúth) still has a hold of me, even though he has two arrows sticking out his back. He has hold of me by the throat, and is cutting off my air supply.

The Elves rush in then, and I see Legolas racing over to me. He thrusts his knife straight into Seregrúth's neck, and he slumps to the ground, taking me with him.

Legolas catches me and holds me close. "I've got you," he whispers. "You're safe now."

I cling to him tightly, coughing, drinking in the precious air. Even though it's absolutely foul. But I'm used to it now. I've been in this place so long.

The Elves are helping everyone outside through the other door beside the fireplace. Legolas helps me to his feet, one of my arms slung round his shoulders, one of his round my waist, and pulls me outside.

The air is so clean, so fresh compared to in there! I gasp big breaths of it as Legolas lowers me slowly to the grass. I can feel the grass beneath my skin, and stroke it tenderly.

"Oh 'Ren, your poor eye." I feel Legolas stroke it gently, and I shrug. He holds me close again, almost cradling me. I let him. I need a good hug.

Suddenly, someone else is at my side, holding my hand. I look to my right, and see Gîlorn. He winks. "Nice to see you again big brother." He too, strokes my eye, and then helps me to my feet. I'm still clinging onto Legolas as if my life depended on it.

Which I guess it does.

Legolas held his brother carefully in front of him. Ladrenîl was badly wounded, and they needed to get as far away from the Tower as possible, as quickly as they could. There were many more prisoners than he had anticipated, but he was going to take all of them home.

Ladrenîl was seated in front of him on his horse. He leant gratefully back against Legolas' strong chest, and shut his eye. "Sleep 'Ren," Legolas whispered, stroking the matted hair. "We'll be home before you know it."

They galloped for miles and miles. Somehow, they had managed to fit twenty people onto just 9 horses. The Dwarves were small, so one Elf took both of them. For the time being, the old arguments between Elf and Dwarf were forgotten. Each Elf had at least one person, and so they travelled as far as they could get.

They stopped when night fell, picking a small clearing. Fires were lit, and water boiled. Legolas tended to Ladrenîl by himself, receiving occasional help from Gîlorn when the younger Elf was free.

He bathed the left eye first, and Ladrenîl winced, pulling away. "I need to dot his 'Ren," Legolas told him.

"I know you do, but that doesn't make the pain go away."

"It will eventually." He grinned and gently patted the swollen eye with a clean cloth soaked in water.

He finally managed to clear his brother's face of blood, and Ladrenîl could at last open his eye again. Legolas lowered his gaze. The eye was no longer blue. Just grey.

"I can't see a thing," Ladrenîl told him, and there was a hint of sorrow in his voice. "I'm blind Legolas."
"Only in one eye," Legolas reminded him. "That doesn't matter."

"How can I captain an Army with one good eye?"
"Easily. Let me sort your other wounds out."

He carefully washed and dressed the gashes on Ladrenîl's back from the whips, and all the other cuts he had. Healing herbs were rubbed into them all, and he was given clean clothes to get in to.

Legolas never left his side that night as he slept.

I hope you enjoyed that. Short and sweet, but there we go. Won't be such a long gap between this update and the next hopefully. And I'll keep working on the sequel.

Faerlain