Well, I am very sorry that is has taken me sooo long to write this chapter! But I will tell you now that this has been the most fun chapter to write and is definitely my favourite! I hope it's yours too because I really like this chapter. It's quite a long chapter too, for me anyway! It has a lot of action in it and it also contains I think my first big torture scene and my first big fight scene! So I am very excited to see what you think of it! So, PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!
Written by: Trinilee Greenleaf
Title: The Sniffles
Summary: A young Legolas finds out that even elves can get sick, sometimes.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I don't own any Lotr characters. Except Legolas/Sigh no I unfortunately don't own him either. But I might soon. If I can just prove that I am a descendant of Tolkein. /evil laughter
Note: My elvish is not very good but I do try. Any corrections will be most appreciated.
Second note: Legolas is roughly about the age of nine in human years but for an elf I have no idea how long that would be so … sorry about that.
Third note: Any grammar mistakes that I use when the orcs are speaking are on purpose. I've never imagined them being able to speak properly. Lolzz
Fourth Note /no more I promise: Thythen is not an elvish name. I made it up as I did Nalandrieg.
Translations
Gurth an gyth vín – Death to our foes
Chapter 8
Flashback
Cruel hands grabbed him. The sharp claws dug into his skin as he was dragged into the centre of the clearing. The orcs formed a semi-circle around him and his captor. They laughed and jeered, all barely containing their excitement at having caught a pretty little elf-child.
"What shall we do wi' 'im then?" the orc laughed to his companions.
Many of the orcs shouted back to their leader in the black speech which made Legolas' ears burn. The shouts became louder and louder and Legolas increased his struggles. Their tongue filled him and made him cringe in horror.
After obviously coming to an agreement about what method of torture they should use, several orcs broke away from the crowd and threw a rope over an branch that over-hang the centre of the clearing. Catching it when it came down on the other side, a rather dirty-looking orc knotted a loop at the end.
Whilst puzzling at this, Legolas desperately tried to escape from the orc's clutches. He may want to know what the orcs were up to, but he was too scared to want to stick around and find out. But it appeared that he had no choice.
His tunic was cut away, the knife making shallow cuts on his skin. He was then dragged over to the orc who was holding the loop and, after sneering into the frightened elfling's face, the orc placed the loop over Legolas' head and pulled it down until it rested on the Prince's waist, effectively pinning his arms to his sides. The orc then pulled the rope, causing the loop to tighten painfully.
The leader then let go of his arms, leaving angry red scratches where his claws had ripped at the elfling's porcelain skin. When the other orc finally stopped pulling on the rope, Legolas could barely breathe.
Unbelievably tight, the rope was making it extremely difficult to draw breath. Panicking when he realized that he couldn't breathe, Legolas automatically started to take more breaths. Breathing out more air then he could breathe in, Legolas soon began to feel light-headed and dizzy until he realized that he was close on hyperventilating.
Closing his eyes, the elfling slowly calmed himself, slowing his breathing until it was close to normal. He then tried his hardest to concentrate on his breathing and nothing else because the orcs had started to speak in their foul tongue again. The burning in his lungs matched the burning in his ears as the yrch continued to converse in their fetid language.
Gasping with surprise Legolas' flew open as immense pain shot across his back. Flying his head round, the young prince realized that the leader had brought out his whip and had obviously thrashed him with it.
Sighing, the elfling closed his eyes again as he tried to think happy thoughts instead of the terrifying ones that filled his head now.
Another blow prevented any chance of that happening however, and Legolas swung forward on the rope only to be cruelly ripped back, as the orcs holding the other end of the rope harshly pulled. His bindings tightened causing Legolas to cry out. This was not a good idea as it seemed to only fuel the orcs' excitement and the whipping continued at a much faster pace.
Legolas tried desperately to cling on to some of his shattered pride and be brave by not crying out again and he succeeded…for a while. But eventually it became too much for the woodland prince and he whimpered in fear and pain.
Another couple of blows and he was screaming at the top of his lungs. This did not help his breathing at all and he was left gasping for breath in between each strike.
Soon, he no longer had the strength to scream and he was reduced to sobs, whimpers, pleads for mercy and then nothing.
He gratefully welcomed the blissful black oblivion that invited him into its dark depths. Thinking all the while of his family and friends and how he would never see them again.
End Flashback
Turning away from the horrific scene in front of him, Elrohir leant against the nearest tree and tried dreadfully to hold onto the contents of his stomach.
Legolas was hanging from a branch in the middle of the clearing, clearly unconscious. Around thirty or forty orcs surrounded him, all doing various mundane things like talking or eating. Several were even laughing and pointing at the unmoving figure in their midst and Elladan could barely contain his anger at the sight in front of him.
Crimson blood dripped off the pale body of the prince, most coming from his back that was not facing the twins meaning that they could not see the full extent of their young friend's injuries. Perhaps that was a good thing for if they could have seen it; both would have surely lost their control over their different emotions; Elrohir's nausea and Elladan's fury.
Gently rubbing his brother's back in a soothing circular motion, Elladan frantically tried to come up with a plan of how to get Legolas out of the orcs' midst. A distant bird-call brought both heads up. The orcs noticed nothing out of the ordinary for to them, that was exactly what it was, but the twins knew that call was not from a bird.
Elrohir quickly stood up and both twins looked across the clearing to see Glorfindel and Thythen looking back at them. Another whistle and they noticed another pair of elves in place just to the left of them.
More whistles sounded and every elf soon knew that they had the orcs surrounded.
Nalandrieg raised his head slightly at the sound of a bird-call. Several more followed and the orc-leader smiled at the prospect of some tasty birds for dinner, accompanied with some delicious elf-flesh. Looking over to his motionless captive, the orc's foul grin widened. He still could not believe his luck that a filthy elf-child had just walked straight into their camp!
Straightening from where he had been crouched over the fire, the orc took two steps toward his prisoner, intent on waking him up and having a little more fun with him, and stopped dead, literally.
Lethargically bowing his head, he stared with un-seeing eyes at the red and gold fletched arrow that protruded from his abdomen and then he keeled over backwards, his lifeless corpse crashing to the floor.
Every other orc in the camp stood up quickly and unsheathed their weapons. Many never made it that far, joining their captain in the realm of the departed.
When almost half of the band of yrch was dead, the four elven archers, placed strategically at the four points of the clearing, replaced their bows for swords or knives.
That was when, brandishing their weapons, a battle cry was shouted and the Rivendell elves burst out of the trees and ran headlong to battle with the orcs.
"Gurth an gyth vín!"
Elladan dropped to his knees before an orc scimitar relieved him of his head, stuck his leg out and swept it round in a circle, knocking over three orcs. Cutting ones throat, he quickly turned and thrust his sword into an approaching orc's stomach. Black blood oozed over his hand but he did not care as he pushed the orc's stiff body off his weapon in time to block a blow from his remaining foe who, like his friend, had managed to regain his feet.
Sweeping his sword round in a wide arc, Elrohir sliced through his attacker, splitting him in half. The return swing disarmed another opponent, literally cutting the weapon out of the orc's hand. Facing the two orcs who had seen him easily kill their comrades and were now warily weighing up their opponent, the younger twin used this brief respite to look over to Legolas, who was still hanging from the branch, barely able to touch the forest floor.
His momentary distraction as his breath caught in his throat at the site of the young elfling with the brightest disposition, cost him as the orcs, clearly more clever than Elrohir had given them credit for, ran at him. He was able to block one stroke but the other orc's axe slipped past his defences and managed to scrap a long cut down the elf's arm from the shoulder all the way down to the elbow. Clearly excited at having drawn blood, the orcs let their eagerness get the better of them, and it cost them their lives.
Elladan looked up at his brother and called out to him in elvish, "We must get to Legolas!"
Wiping a dirtied hand across his brow, Elrohir nodded and then proceeded to fight his way to Legolas' side. Elladan did the same and soon both twins were there, breathing slightly quicker than normal.
Moving round to assess the damage to Legolas' back, Elladan was very nearly sick. He had seen many wounds in battle some extremely bad, but he had never seen such desecration of something so pure and innocent. Legolas' back was a mass of blood and ripped skin. In many places bone could clearly be seen.
"Oh, Greenleaf!"
Elrohir joined his brother and tears came to his eyes.
"We should have been here sooner 'Dan."
"You could have not stopped this you two, do not blame yourselves for doing all you could."
Simultaneously turning their heads round to look into the sad face of Glorfindel, the twins realized that the fight was over. Every orc was dead. No elf had lost his life that night and there were few injuries, nothing more than a cut or bruise. Legolas was by far, the most injured.
The elves of Imladris set about piling the orc bodies in a corner of the clearing, whilst Glorfindel and the twins set about getting Legolas down. Elladan held onto the elfling's legs, and Elrohir held onto his shoulders, careful not to agitate the prince's back. Glorfindel loosened the rope and then pulled it up over the prince's head.
Lowering him gently to the floor, the twins lay him on his side. Leaning forward, Elladan listened to Legolas' breathing his eyes flying open at what he head.
Nothing!
Legolas had stopped breathing!
TBC…
hehe Maybe I should have put a warning for this chapter/eg/
Well, I hope you liked it and please review/uns from huge mob/
Trini
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