Hi again,
Right, I couldn't wait and leave you all on that cliffhanger. Thank you for the reviews and the idea.
Here's chapter four:
Tarathel's Pov
Talking about my past was always hard, I didn't know why of all people I was telling Legolas. But Still I was.
"Well..."
"Tarathel! Don't stray too far away!" called my older brother- Alluan.
"I won't!"I called back, running ahead.
But I stopped short at the sight across the streets of the border town of Mirkwood. My Ada, was stood there a bloodied man in front of him. I could hear his pleading for mercy- which confused me further.
But what my Ada did next, had the answers to all. He raised his sword that was blood stained. Elven blood.
The blade crushed the ellons skull. My Ada's face was plastered with a sinister grin full of malice. Tears spilled out of my eyes. This had to be a nightmare; but no- it was real.
My brother caught up with me; his grin soon turned into a look of shock and sadness. My twin brother- hawk-just looked on without any sign of emotion.
The elf fell to the ground, a bloodied corpse. Dead.
"Ada!" Alluan screamed, tears spilling.
Our Ada turned around, his sinister grin still remained. Alluan ran forward, his own sword raised. They locked into battle. My brother received multiple scrapes before being unarmed. My Ada's sword slit his throat immediately. My brother fell limp.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. Hawk stood there, as if this was entertainment. Smirking.
Three weeks later, he didn't stop murdering. Hawk helped him, they decided to leave me alive, as long as I never told. My naneth knew and protected me as best as possible. But one day, she fell ill.
Cancer had claimed her. I looked after her as much as possible. Until one night, I found her sitting in her favorite chair out on the balcony, her glass of water tipped over. (AN If you've seen The Last Song, like how the father died.) She hadn't lasted two days.
I became a shell, quiet and shallow. My Ada's crimes continued. He planned to kill the King. He forced me to come after he cut my eye, causing it to scar forever. We were caught and I was partially blamed, sent to court at the age of 300 years old. My Ada and brother were set free without charge, crazy right?
When I was set free, I was angry at them for abandoning me to rot in the cells of the palace. I took matters into my own hands and did what they had always wanted me to do. Murder. But I murdered them.
I was hunted by the Mirkwood King and Guards, by everyone. I ran into the forest without looking back. I adapted to life alone with wolves and wild animals.
For 1000 years I was alone, hiding in the forest with only animals, until I saved the Prince...
I finished my past story, tears were trailing my cheeks, Legolas knelt next to me, quiet in shock. But what he did next surprised me, his arms wrapped around my shoulders and he pulled me into a comforting embrace- I didn't pull away.
Legolas Pov
Her story was tragic, after all she's gone through, why father blame her? I embraced her and held her close as her tears fell more frequently. I slowly pulled away, kissed her forehead and left her cell, closing the door behind me.
I reported what she had told me to my father, it was same story he knew of her, I asked him many questions, all of which he answered. But his answer made no sense: Because she Chose to be involved in the crimes.
But what he said next shocked my to the core.
"I want you, to entertain the people of Mirkwood with her punishment. You are to whip her."his voice held no emotion.
(AN Thank you The Souless Ones for the idea of a whipping.)
Tarathel's Pov
I had been in the cell for at least four days. But as I thought hoe despicable the King was. The cell to my door was opened. Guards marched forwards, they released my neck and hand before tying my wrists together behind my back.
I was confused to say the least, that was until I was taken into the Arena above. But what was most confusing was all the people here. I knew it was my punishment and their entertainment. Chains much like those in my cell were drilled into the wall across from the Kings podium. I was shackled there, my back vulnerable to any weapon.
I didn't expect Legolas to come into the Arena, holding the whip. The crowd cheered as he approached me. His look said: I don't want to do this, I'm being forced. My look was one of a betrayed being.
The first lash came, causing a crack as it connected with my back. My scream erupted through the Arena. The crowd cheered as my torture continued. The King looked pleased as his son, the elf I had saved, lashed the whip against my flesh again and again.
My blood was bloodied and scarred each deep and still spewing blood. When the last lash struck I felt my spine fracture slightly, not a break but still painful.
The Guards surged forward, unchaining me as I struggled to stay awake.
The last thing I remembered was being chained in the cell, and my head hitting the stone, cold floor.
Translations
Ada: Father/dad
Naneth: Mother/mum
Ellon: male elf
Elleth:female elf
Cliffhanger! I have no clue on what to do next...
Ok that was longer I hope, please enjoy and review some ideas I can't think of any!
Thank you!