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Once at Edoras Aragorn was hoping for some time to himself, just to think. Unfortunately Eowyn found him and started up a rather one-sided conversation, which involved Aragorn getting terribly annoyed with her about not noticing Legolas's disappearance. Even some of the peasants had noticed the elf was gone – though Aragorn noted that they were all women, which wasn't very surprising – but Eowyn hadn't!
Aragorn was now glaring at her the best he could through his teary eyes, not even bothering to answer her insistent questions. Eventually she took the hint, stopped nattering on and said in a more purposeful tone,
"What is the matter? You haven't said a word so far."
Aragorn stared at the ground for a few seconds before glancing up and answering dejectedly,
"Legolas is missing. We think that he was kidnapped by orcs."
"And? He is an accomplished fighter, he should be able to kill them easily," Eowyn didn't get it. Why worry over someone who was thousands of years old? Surely they had enough experience to take care of themselves?
Aragorn shut his eyes and bowed his head,
"He was badly injured, my lady, and even elves feel pain. Also orcs hate elves with a vengeance and they like to torture their captives. I have seen many a person rescued from orcs they were captured by many months after, in some cases years. The longer they spent in the orcs custody the more torture they received and the more the foul beasts tried to keep them alive."
"Surely that means you have a better chance of saving him?" Eowyn was still lost. But Aragorn had had enough; he stood up wincing in agony with his dislocated knee and glowered down at the King's niece
"Eowyn," he said, "Legolas was my friend and now he is most likely going to die at the hands of orcs. Can you just let me grieve for him in peace? I knew him all my life and now you want to take my mind off him, just to concentrate on you? Goodnight my lady!"
Aragorn walked off to find another quiet spot, barely limping at all on his injured knee, leaving Eowyn standing alone with tears brimming in her eyes.
In the cave Legolas wasn't having a good time of it either. Hool had pushed him down several winding dirt passages until the elf staggered out into a huge cavern.
The walls were lined with flickering torches and there was an awful smell. Legolas thought about what it was for a moment when suddenly he remembered. The smell of rotting orc flesh. He had been forced to endure that smell for two weeks when he had been an 'adolescent' elf. Well, a younger 'adolescent' at any rate. He had been captured and then caught in a cave-in with some orcs. No one knew how he survived so long with no food or water, but when he was found he was still reasonably alive if skeletal and very unconscious.
But now he wasn't unconscious and was very aware of everything – including the tall white-bearded man sitting on a throne-like chair.
"Saruman!" Legolas whispered, his throat too dry to speak at a normal volume.
"Brilliant! You remembered!" said the wizard doing an awful job of pretending to be happy. All the orcs lining the sides of the cave took a step back – when Saruman talked like that, someone usually ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor with their head being used as a football.
Legolas glared at the traitorous wizard and dragged his arms out of Hool's grasp, losing his only means of support and collapsing onto his knees. He still managed to keep eye contact with Saruman and snarled as fiercely as he could,
"How could I forget?"
"Yes, how could you? It's a pity no one believed you, isn't it?" replied Saruman, his 'smile' disappearing.
Legolas grimaced, remembering....
:Flashback:"This place is huge!" Legolas was barely nine hundred and very curious. This curiosity had led to him becoming the youngest ever member of the renowned Mirkwood army, giving him the head start on his companions by giving him the willpower to pick up a sword and then a bow long before them. It also led to him being sent everywhere as a courier with very important messages from his father, which was why he was currently in Orthanc. "Thank you very much. I'm guessing you are impressed?" Legolas span round and became very aware of how grimy and scruffy he must have looked like. Coming down the steps was a tall white-haired, white skinned and white clothed man.
"Yes, it's amazing...er.... sir," mumbled the prince quietly and bowing respectfully before holding the message out in front for Saruman to take.
"My, my, my! We are very polite, aren't we?" smiled Saruman taking the letter and turning away
"Come", he said glancing back at Legolas, "You look in need of a rest and possibly a bath."
Legolas nodded politely and followed the White Wizard into the Tower.
: End Flashback:
Legolas groaned, that had been the worst decision he had ever made. Not counting the time where he agreed to search the East Bight and then the time he had went with his guard company to near Dol Guldur.... That hadn't been the best of ideas. But really it hadn't been a good choice to enter the Tower of Orthanc.
:Flashback:
Legolas had quite happily taken the room that Saruman offered him and, after a bath, had extremely happily slumped unto the bed and fell asleep.
But now he was awake and bored. His sense of curiosity was kicking in again and he so badly wanted to explore. So he did.
He wandered around the huge grounds until he became bored with that and went inside. There he walked round the endless corridors until he came to a set of enormous double doors and his acute elven hearing picked up a one sided conversation.
"Yes, my lord. No! I would never betray you, you surely know that I serve you with every fibre of my being...... Why would I want it? It would surely be too powerful for even me – only you can take it. I only see that it stands to reason you will win and we must follow you..... My lord?... Oh, there is, is there? Do not worry I shall take care of him. Goodbye my lord."
Legolas was frozen, that had been Saruman talking to someone and that someone had known he was standing, listening. The elf made to run but a wave of pain brought him to his knees. Turning round he saw the White Wizard, staff raised, muttering a spell.
"I shall teach you to eavesdrop!" said the Wizard and everything went dark...
: End Flashback:
The elf shook his head; he had known most of his life that Saruman was a traitor, but only now people would people believe him.
"Saruman you are one hell of a bastard", he rasped in a moment of bravery, "And there's no use denying it!"
Saruman's face clouded over, his anger becoming extremely evident.
"So... We're going to act brave? Let's see how long you continue that act when I'm done with you!" he snarled and began to chant.
Legolas paled, it was the same spell Saruman had used on him before, and there was no doubt about that. And once again he was on his knees in front of the wizard, and once again, just as Legolas remembered, there was another flash of blinding pain and then he collapsed properly – very unconscious.
Saruman stopped his chanting and smiled. Then he turned his attention to the ranks of cowering orcs.
"Get back to your duties NOW!" he roared, "And Hool take him down to the dungeon. In form me when he wakes up, I shall give you more instructions then."
Hool nodded and grabbed one of Legolas's arms and dragged him down another tunnel, into the real depths of the earth.
There another chapter complete. Sorry if it was too short or I spelt stuff wrong or it was too long in coming but I had the evil exams (one of my many mottos is: exams can get you out of anything). Please review, I love it when people do and I was depressed for ages cause I didn't get any reviews at all. And remember "Any man can lose his hat in a fairy wind". I don't know what it means, but hey it sounds cool.
Once at Edoras Aragorn was hoping for some time to himself, just to think. Unfortunately Eowyn found him and started up a rather one-sided conversation, which involved Aragorn getting terribly annoyed with her about not noticing Legolas's disappearance. Even some of the peasants had noticed the elf was gone – though Aragorn noted that they were all women, which wasn't very surprising – but Eowyn hadn't!
Aragorn was now glaring at her the best he could through his teary eyes, not even bothering to answer her insistent questions. Eventually she took the hint, stopped nattering on and said in a more purposeful tone,
"What is the matter? You haven't said a word so far."
Aragorn stared at the ground for a few seconds before glancing up and answering dejectedly,
"Legolas is missing. We think that he was kidnapped by orcs."
"And? He is an accomplished fighter, he should be able to kill them easily," Eowyn didn't get it. Why worry over someone who was thousands of years old? Surely they had enough experience to take care of themselves?
Aragorn shut his eyes and bowed his head,
"He was badly injured, my lady, and even elves feel pain. Also orcs hate elves with a vengeance and they like to torture their captives. I have seen many a person rescued from orcs they were captured by many months after, in some cases years. The longer they spent in the orcs custody the more torture they received and the more the foul beasts tried to keep them alive."
"Surely that means you have a better chance of saving him?" Eowyn was still lost. But Aragorn had had enough; he stood up wincing in agony with his dislocated knee and glowered down at the King's niece
"Eowyn," he said, "Legolas was my friend and now he is most likely going to die at the hands of orcs. Can you just let me grieve for him in peace? I knew him all my life and now you want to take my mind off him, just to concentrate on you? Goodnight my lady!"
Aragorn walked off to find another quiet spot, barely limping at all on his injured knee, leaving Eowyn standing alone with tears brimming in her eyes.
In the cave Legolas wasn't having a good time of it either. Hool had pushed him down several winding dirt passages until the elf staggered out into a huge cavern.
The walls were lined with flickering torches and there was an awful smell. Legolas thought about what it was for a moment when suddenly he remembered. The smell of rotting orc flesh. He had been forced to endure that smell for two weeks when he had been an 'adolescent' elf. Well, a younger 'adolescent' at any rate. He had been captured and then caught in a cave-in with some orcs. No one knew how he survived so long with no food or water, but when he was found he was still reasonably alive if skeletal and very unconscious.
But now he wasn't unconscious and was very aware of everything – including the tall white-bearded man sitting on a throne-like chair.
"Saruman!" Legolas whispered, his throat too dry to speak at a normal volume.
"Brilliant! You remembered!" said the wizard doing an awful job of pretending to be happy. All the orcs lining the sides of the cave took a step back – when Saruman talked like that, someone usually ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor with their head being used as a football.
Legolas glared at the traitorous wizard and dragged his arms out of Hool's grasp, losing his only means of support and collapsing onto his knees. He still managed to keep eye contact with Saruman and snarled as fiercely as he could,
"How could I forget?"
"Yes, how could you? It's a pity no one believed you, isn't it?" replied Saruman, his 'smile' disappearing.
Legolas grimaced, remembering....
:Flashback:"This place is huge!" Legolas was barely nine hundred and very curious. This curiosity had led to him becoming the youngest ever member of the renowned Mirkwood army, giving him the head start on his companions by giving him the willpower to pick up a sword and then a bow long before them. It also led to him being sent everywhere as a courier with very important messages from his father, which was why he was currently in Orthanc. "Thank you very much. I'm guessing you are impressed?" Legolas span round and became very aware of how grimy and scruffy he must have looked like. Coming down the steps was a tall white-haired, white skinned and white clothed man.
"Yes, it's amazing...er.... sir," mumbled the prince quietly and bowing respectfully before holding the message out in front for Saruman to take.
"My, my, my! We are very polite, aren't we?" smiled Saruman taking the letter and turning away
"Come", he said glancing back at Legolas, "You look in need of a rest and possibly a bath."
Legolas nodded politely and followed the White Wizard into the Tower.
: End Flashback:
Legolas groaned, that had been the worst decision he had ever made. Not counting the time where he agreed to search the East Bight and then the time he had went with his guard company to near Dol Guldur.... That hadn't been the best of ideas. But really it hadn't been a good choice to enter the Tower of Orthanc.
:Flashback:
Legolas had quite happily taken the room that Saruman offered him and, after a bath, had extremely happily slumped unto the bed and fell asleep.
But now he was awake and bored. His sense of curiosity was kicking in again and he so badly wanted to explore. So he did.
He wandered around the huge grounds until he became bored with that and went inside. There he walked round the endless corridors until he came to a set of enormous double doors and his acute elven hearing picked up a one sided conversation.
"Yes, my lord. No! I would never betray you, you surely know that I serve you with every fibre of my being...... Why would I want it? It would surely be too powerful for even me – only you can take it. I only see that it stands to reason you will win and we must follow you..... My lord?... Oh, there is, is there? Do not worry I shall take care of him. Goodbye my lord."
Legolas was frozen, that had been Saruman talking to someone and that someone had known he was standing, listening. The elf made to run but a wave of pain brought him to his knees. Turning round he saw the White Wizard, staff raised, muttering a spell.
"I shall teach you to eavesdrop!" said the Wizard and everything went dark...
: End Flashback:
The elf shook his head; he had known most of his life that Saruman was a traitor, but only now people would people believe him.
"Saruman you are one hell of a bastard", he rasped in a moment of bravery, "And there's no use denying it!"
Saruman's face clouded over, his anger becoming extremely evident.
"So... We're going to act brave? Let's see how long you continue that act when I'm done with you!" he snarled and began to chant.
Legolas paled, it was the same spell Saruman had used on him before, and there was no doubt about that. And once again he was on his knees in front of the wizard, and once again, just as Legolas remembered, there was another flash of blinding pain and then he collapsed properly – very unconscious.
Saruman stopped his chanting and smiled. Then he turned his attention to the ranks of cowering orcs.
"Get back to your duties NOW!" he roared, "And Hool take him down to the dungeon. In form me when he wakes up, I shall give you more instructions then."
Hool nodded and grabbed one of Legolas's arms and dragged him down another tunnel, into the real depths of the earth.
There another chapter complete. Sorry if it was too short or I spelt stuff wrong or it was too long in coming but I had the evil exams (one of my many mottos is: exams can get you out of anything). Please review, I love it when people do and I was depressed for ages cause I didn't get any reviews at all. And remember "Any man can lose his hat in a fairy wind". I don't know what it means, but hey it sounds cool.