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Chapter 8: Dwarves
Taraancaiel walked solemnly behind the party of dwarves, a thick rope around her wrists and neck held by a particularly large and muscular dwarf. She did not struggle or make any resistance against them, she merely followed, letting them take her wherever it was they were. They marched through the forest for hours, not halting until after nightfall when they reached a large clearing in the wood.
"Secure the elf with the other one," the gruff dwarf leader commanded, and soon two more dwarves appeared out of the darkness and grabbed hold of Taraancaiel, tying her to the trunk of a large beech tree. When they were satisfied that her bonds were strong enough, they left her, and rejoined their group around a small fire they had built.
"Taraancaiel!" came soft but frightened whisper from her right. "Is that you, sister?" Taraancaiel immediately looked over, and much to her surprise, saw Aralondwen, tied to a tree also, looking extremely scared.
"'Tis me, Aralondwen," Taraancaiel replied quietly, her voice concealing the fear that Aralondwen's couldn't. "How did you get here?"
"Ai, Taraancaiel, I've been tied here for hours!" Aralondwen whispered hysterically, tears filling her frightened eyes. "I was walking in the gardens with Encirthion, when all of a sudden we were ambushed by this filthy group of dwarves! There were too many of them for us to escape from and they hit Encirthion in the back with the broad side of one of their axes then tied me up and carried me away! I am so frightened, sister, we must escape them!" Taraancaiel said nothing and looked toward the fire that was now burning brightly. The dwarves were apparently cooking something and talking softly with each other, but it was not the dwarves that caught her attention. A tall figure, much too tall to be a dwarf had come into view, but she could not make out who or what it was in the dim light and smoke, no matter how keen her eyes were.
"Ah, master elf," came the gruff dwarf voice again, with a mixture of annoyance and anger in his deep voice. "We were beginning to think you were not going to show up."
"Well, I am here now, dwarf," came an all to familiar voice. "But let us not quivel over matters of time. Did you get the maiden this time?"
"Yes sir," the dwarf answered, the anger in his voice becoming more apparent. "She did not put up a fight as the first one did, but since we did capture two elves, I expect you will be paying us double what we agreed upon?"
"Double?!" the elf repeated, sounding outraged. "Is it my fault you and your men are too stupid to tell the difference between two elf maidens? I should pay you less for making me wait even longer for the correct one!" The dwarf growled deeply in his throat and the elf quickly added, "But I'm sure we will work something out. Now, where is she?" Taraancaiel saw the figures come walking toward her and she gasped.
"Cuephel!" she said, shock and disgust mingling in her voice. "What in the name of the Valar.?" Cuephel smiled crookedly down at her.
"Well, I see you dwarves finally did something right," Cuephel said arrogantly, turning toward the dwarf leader and pulling a large bag from his side. "I believe you will find all the gold I promised you and more in this bag." The dwarf greedily snatched the bag from the elf's hands and slipped it into his pocket, then he quickly rejoined his fellow dwarves and they began to talk in urgent whispers again.
"Cuephel, I demand you explain yourself! Why have you paid these dwarves to kidnap my sister and me?" Taraancaiel shrieked, pulling against the roped that held her tightly.
Cuephel's grin widened and he took a step toward her and placed his hand on her face. "Well, since you are my fiancée, perhaps I will tell you." Taraancaiel pulled her head back away from his touch, and glared up at him murderously. Cuephel frowned and stepped away from her. "You know, I saw Legolas come riding into the palace a few hours ago," Cuephel said casually. "Poor fellow, he looked dreadfully upset." His insane grin lit his face once more as he saw Taraancaiel's glare quickly fall from her face. She looked away from him, all emotion seemingly drained from her. "I wonder," Cuephel continued, staring down at her, "What could have gotten him so upset?"
Taraancaiel kept her silence, and she felt her anger being replaced by sorrow and pain once again. She closed her eyes and hung her head shamefully. Cuephel's wicked laugh filled the clearing, causing the dwarves to glance at him curiously. "Just as I thought!" he exclaimed. "It was you! You have done something that has crushed my brother even more than I could have!" He stepped toward her again, and continued talking. "Now my job will be much easier. I only ordered the dwarves to capture you, you know. They were just stupid and captured your sister by mistake. But everything will work out in the end!"
Aralondwen, who had been sitting and watching Cuephel in fear and horror, suddenly burst out, "You're mad! What kind of an elf are you?"
Cuephel turned his gaze toward her. "Mad am I?" he asked, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. "Could a mad person make such an excellent plan to benefit himself, as I have done? I think not. Now that I have Taraancaiel, she will be wedded to me, then all that has to be done is for these good-for-nothing dwarves to finish their job and kill my brother! Then nothing will stand in the way of my inheriting the throne!" Cuephel broke into peals of insane laughter once more, and did not notice the dwarf leader coming towards him.
"Actually, master elf," the dwarf replied, a malicious smile visible through his thick beard. "Me and my men have our own plans, and it does not include you becoming king of your people. In fact, it is quite the opposite. We are going to use these maidens as a lure to destroy the elf king and the rest of his people, but first, we strart with you!" With these final words, the dwarf shoved a dagger that he had been concealing in his sleeve straight into Cuephel's chest, causing the elf to scream out in pain and fall to the ground, writhing in his own blood. The dwarves then turned to the two elf maidens, Aralondwen who trembling violently with fear and Taraancaiel remaining as though she had seen nothing, and quickly undid their bonds and lead them away, leaving the eldest son of Thranduil to die a slow and painful death.
Well, another chapter done! Once again, please review or email me at demoness33@hotmail.com Also, I would like to thank all of you that have reviewed and like my story!! And to those who don't like it *cough albertheor cough* here's some advice for you: Don't read it!! Nobody's making you!! Ahem, well anyways, thanks again and I'll try to get another chapter up soon!
Chapter 8: Dwarves
Taraancaiel walked solemnly behind the party of dwarves, a thick rope around her wrists and neck held by a particularly large and muscular dwarf. She did not struggle or make any resistance against them, she merely followed, letting them take her wherever it was they were. They marched through the forest for hours, not halting until after nightfall when they reached a large clearing in the wood.
"Secure the elf with the other one," the gruff dwarf leader commanded, and soon two more dwarves appeared out of the darkness and grabbed hold of Taraancaiel, tying her to the trunk of a large beech tree. When they were satisfied that her bonds were strong enough, they left her, and rejoined their group around a small fire they had built.
"Taraancaiel!" came soft but frightened whisper from her right. "Is that you, sister?" Taraancaiel immediately looked over, and much to her surprise, saw Aralondwen, tied to a tree also, looking extremely scared.
"'Tis me, Aralondwen," Taraancaiel replied quietly, her voice concealing the fear that Aralondwen's couldn't. "How did you get here?"
"Ai, Taraancaiel, I've been tied here for hours!" Aralondwen whispered hysterically, tears filling her frightened eyes. "I was walking in the gardens with Encirthion, when all of a sudden we were ambushed by this filthy group of dwarves! There were too many of them for us to escape from and they hit Encirthion in the back with the broad side of one of their axes then tied me up and carried me away! I am so frightened, sister, we must escape them!" Taraancaiel said nothing and looked toward the fire that was now burning brightly. The dwarves were apparently cooking something and talking softly with each other, but it was not the dwarves that caught her attention. A tall figure, much too tall to be a dwarf had come into view, but she could not make out who or what it was in the dim light and smoke, no matter how keen her eyes were.
"Ah, master elf," came the gruff dwarf voice again, with a mixture of annoyance and anger in his deep voice. "We were beginning to think you were not going to show up."
"Well, I am here now, dwarf," came an all to familiar voice. "But let us not quivel over matters of time. Did you get the maiden this time?"
"Yes sir," the dwarf answered, the anger in his voice becoming more apparent. "She did not put up a fight as the first one did, but since we did capture two elves, I expect you will be paying us double what we agreed upon?"
"Double?!" the elf repeated, sounding outraged. "Is it my fault you and your men are too stupid to tell the difference between two elf maidens? I should pay you less for making me wait even longer for the correct one!" The dwarf growled deeply in his throat and the elf quickly added, "But I'm sure we will work something out. Now, where is she?" Taraancaiel saw the figures come walking toward her and she gasped.
"Cuephel!" she said, shock and disgust mingling in her voice. "What in the name of the Valar.?" Cuephel smiled crookedly down at her.
"Well, I see you dwarves finally did something right," Cuephel said arrogantly, turning toward the dwarf leader and pulling a large bag from his side. "I believe you will find all the gold I promised you and more in this bag." The dwarf greedily snatched the bag from the elf's hands and slipped it into his pocket, then he quickly rejoined his fellow dwarves and they began to talk in urgent whispers again.
"Cuephel, I demand you explain yourself! Why have you paid these dwarves to kidnap my sister and me?" Taraancaiel shrieked, pulling against the roped that held her tightly.
Cuephel's grin widened and he took a step toward her and placed his hand on her face. "Well, since you are my fiancée, perhaps I will tell you." Taraancaiel pulled her head back away from his touch, and glared up at him murderously. Cuephel frowned and stepped away from her. "You know, I saw Legolas come riding into the palace a few hours ago," Cuephel said casually. "Poor fellow, he looked dreadfully upset." His insane grin lit his face once more as he saw Taraancaiel's glare quickly fall from her face. She looked away from him, all emotion seemingly drained from her. "I wonder," Cuephel continued, staring down at her, "What could have gotten him so upset?"
Taraancaiel kept her silence, and she felt her anger being replaced by sorrow and pain once again. She closed her eyes and hung her head shamefully. Cuephel's wicked laugh filled the clearing, causing the dwarves to glance at him curiously. "Just as I thought!" he exclaimed. "It was you! You have done something that has crushed my brother even more than I could have!" He stepped toward her again, and continued talking. "Now my job will be much easier. I only ordered the dwarves to capture you, you know. They were just stupid and captured your sister by mistake. But everything will work out in the end!"
Aralondwen, who had been sitting and watching Cuephel in fear and horror, suddenly burst out, "You're mad! What kind of an elf are you?"
Cuephel turned his gaze toward her. "Mad am I?" he asked, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. "Could a mad person make such an excellent plan to benefit himself, as I have done? I think not. Now that I have Taraancaiel, she will be wedded to me, then all that has to be done is for these good-for-nothing dwarves to finish their job and kill my brother! Then nothing will stand in the way of my inheriting the throne!" Cuephel broke into peals of insane laughter once more, and did not notice the dwarf leader coming towards him.
"Actually, master elf," the dwarf replied, a malicious smile visible through his thick beard. "Me and my men have our own plans, and it does not include you becoming king of your people. In fact, it is quite the opposite. We are going to use these maidens as a lure to destroy the elf king and the rest of his people, but first, we strart with you!" With these final words, the dwarf shoved a dagger that he had been concealing in his sleeve straight into Cuephel's chest, causing the elf to scream out in pain and fall to the ground, writhing in his own blood. The dwarves then turned to the two elf maidens, Aralondwen who trembling violently with fear and Taraancaiel remaining as though she had seen nothing, and quickly undid their bonds and lead them away, leaving the eldest son of Thranduil to die a slow and painful death.
Well, another chapter done! Once again, please review or email me at demoness33@hotmail.com Also, I would like to thank all of you that have reviewed and like my story!! And to those who don't like it *cough albertheor cough* here's some advice for you: Don't read it!! Nobody's making you!! Ahem, well anyways, thanks again and I'll try to get another chapter up soon!