Hi again! This is the second chappie for ya! I'll try and post no.3 as fast as I can. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Just like last time. I don't own anything apart from the orcs (and I'm not proud of them). They all belong to Tolkien.
I'm so sorry about not telling you the translations for the last chapter; here they are!
Glob snaga!- Fool slave! (It was supposed to be foolish slave, but I couldn't find it.)
Adar/ada - father/daddy-something along those lines!
Thanks to all of you that read and reviewed the last chapter, it's much appreciated!
I'll shut up now and leave you to read! Enjoy!
Chapter 2; Captured... by who?
The first thing Aragorn was aware of when he regained conciousness was a pounding headache. That did not bode well with his grumpy mood. He was well aware of being knocked out by an orc, and his guess at where he was now was the orc's camp. How right he was. Opening an eye, the man surveyed the camp, noticing how the inhabitants were crowded around at the eastern edge, not paying any attention to their prisoner. A sudden thought of the orcs being crowded round his two elven brothers made Aragorn snap both eyes open and sit up, regardless of any headache or orcs, to look around. To the ranger's immense relief, he found Elladan and Elrohir staring at him at his side, sitting up. Nodding at them for a greeting, he whispered
"You both ok?" Aragorn's worry abated more when the twins nodded too. He tried to raise his arms to stretch his cramped muscles, but found them bound behind his back. His legs were also bound and the ankles. sighing in frustration, the ranger glanced at his brothers and found them bound too. Typical. Looking back at the orcs, who seemed to be absorbed in something on the other side of camp, he asked,
"What are the orcs so interested about?" Suprisingly, his brothers cast their eyes to the ground. Aragorn said again,
"Well? What is it?" Elrohir finally sighed and answered;
"Not what - who." Elladan took a shudering breath and continued.
"It's an elf. But... an elf wearing an orc helmet and weaponry. An elf that I shot." Aragorn was shocked. An elf? He didn't see any elf at the fight earlier! And why did Elladan shoot him?
"How did you shoot an elf?" He managed, eyes wide at the thought.
"He was firing orc arrows at me from a tree! I didn't know it was an elf! Elves don't wear orc armour and fire orc arrows at their own kin! How was I to know?"
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Elladan looked as if he would continue, but a cry went up from the middle of the orc group followed by a whimpering boy - or at least, that's what he would have been taken for if the sons of Elrond hadn't known him to be an elf - stumbling away to a tree, where he dropped his orcish double bladed weapon and desperately jumped up at a branch, holding on to it for dear life while pulling himself up. But luck wasn't on the elf's side and the orc leader grabbed his leg, stopping any progress the young one had at climbing the tree. From their position, Aragorn and the twins had a perfect view of the young elf and Orc leader. The sight made them all gasp in horror. The elven boy wasn't but roughly five years away from coming of age; his face was covered in tears, water from being shot down into the steam and blood from a gash on his cheek below his right eye. The left half of his face (apart from his eye) was covered by an orc helmet. Golden hair hung limply and dripping past his shaking shoulders. He wore a black tunic that was too big for his too thin frame. Tall, black leather boots reached up to his knees and dark grey leggings covered the rest of his legs. The front part of the elf's Black tunic was wet with blood and stream water, the end of a blue fletched arrow sticking out of his chest. A loud crack brought the three prisoners from their trance to see the orc leader laugh cruely as he broke the elf's leg below the knee before at last letting go. The elf screamed and clambered up so he could curl up on a branch, high enough so the orcs couldn't reach him, but still in view of Aragorn, Elrohir and Elladan. The orcs, seeing that their entertainment had gotten away, grumbled curses in the black speech and sauntered past the captives, over to the large fire on the other side of camp.
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Elladan and Elrohir crawled over on their knees to the base of the tree the elf had climbed in. Aragorn followed and sat down beside them. From where they were now, the brothers couldn't see the other elf, but they could hear him - So if they could hear him, he would hear them. Or at least, that's what Elrohir thought.
"Mae Govannan! Man eleth lin?" The son of Elrond called, drawing the attention of his brothers.
"Elrohir, what are you doing?" Aragorn asked, nervously glancing back to the orcs crowded around the fire. It was going to be cold this night. Elrohir sighed and turned his head to stare at his foster brother.
"Because, Estel, the elf up in the tree might hear me and reply." The man's mouth formed an O and he nodded, catching on to the elf's plan. Elladan just watched amusedly. Elrohir tried again;
"Mara aure?" He gained no answer but the faint sobbing that the three Rivendell brothers had heard earlier had stopped. Elladan took this as a good sign and began talking.
"Telin o Imladris" He said. To the twin's and his brothers' suprise, a rustle came fom the branches above, then a black blur, and then the young elf that the orcs had hurt a while ago was standing before them. He quickly grasped his weapon in his hands and held it close to his chest, yet careful not to jostle the arrow still embeded there. Elladan winced as he remembered firing it.
"O Imladris?" The elf whispered, his voice raw and weak.
"Aye" Aragorn answered, feeling his turn to be known was nigh.
"Do you speak common tounge?" He asked, studying the newcomer carefully. He had a strange weapon; it was a black pole, with two extremely sharp blades attached to each end. With enough skill, that weapon would be devastating, the ranger thought. The new elf tightened his grip on his weapon, but nodded.
"Aye, I speak common." At that moment, he swayed and leaned heavily against his weapon, steadying himself. Elladan didn't miss it. The son of Elrond frowned and told the elf,
"Come, you are injured. Let us help you. Sit down." Unexpectedly, the elf stiffened and shook his head vigorously, pointing a shaking finger behind the three brothers. Elrohir, Elladan and Aragorn turned slowly to find themselves staring straight at the orc leader.
"What do we 'av 'ere?" He took out a dagger and strode devilishly over to the elf at the tree and held out the blade to him.
"You can cut their ropes, but if they escape..." The beast trailed off, leaving the dagger in the hand of the shaking elf. He then said to the Rivendell brothers
"If you escape, 'e won't be the only one that'l pay." With that he was off to the fire again. The elf with the dagger stood still until the leader had arrived at the fire. Then he let out a shakey breath and fell onto his knees, reaching out and beggining to cut Elrohir's bonds. Before long, all the twins' and Aragorn's bonds were discarded and the three of them were stretching like cats. Aragorn was the first to turn back to the elf, only to find him slumped over his weapon against the tree trunk. Sitting down of course. The man went over and gently shook the elf's shoulder - but got no reply. Aragorn adopted a worried look and continued to shake him, and still the elf didn't move. Nearly panicing now, the ranger lifted the elf's head and saw that his eyes were closed. No elf's eyes colse in sleep unless...
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"Elladan! Elrohir!" He called, checking the other elf for a pulse and finding a weak, erratic one. The twins were at his side in an instant. They didn't need to ask what was the matter was when they saw Aragorn carefully lower their 'guard' to the ground.
"We need to remove the arrow. I can't see the damage done until it's out." The foster son of Elrond said seriously, the healer in him showing. The twins nodded and moved to hold the other elf down; yet they did it gently as not to hurt him more than they needed to. Once his brothers were in position, Aragorn took a deep breath and wrapped his fingers around the blue fletched arrow in the elf's chest. Closing his eyes, the ranger pulled. With a nearly audible 'click' the elf's eyes snapped open and he screamed, trying to get away. Elladan and Elrohir held him down, preventing movement as their foster brother ripped some of his cloak and press it onto the wound to staunch the bleeding. Suddenly the elf's body went limp, his eyes closed and his head lolled to one side. The twins sighed and took their hands off of the unconscious elf's shoulders and legs. At that moment, a chill stroked the three brothers' cheeks and they all shivered. This night was going to be a long one.
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There we go! Second chapter checked off my list! Hope you enjoyed it! If you have any advice, I'd be happy to hear it! ;-)
Elven Translations:
Mae govannan! Man eleth lin? - Well met! What is your name?
Mara aure? - Hello? (or roughly that)
Telin o Imladris - We come from Rivendell
o Imladris? - From Rivendell?
I'll try to update as soon as I can!
For now, Namarrie,
Hunter of Valar.