Authors Note: If anyone read my authors note on my page, they would know that well college is here and well yea it's a lot of juggling and I had some time so here, I've also seen the new LOTR movie and am actually very happy because I can actually build this whole story into the original and still allow it to make sense such as Legolas being aloof from his father etc. Also those orcs please someone tell me their pointy ears and grey eyes don't remind you of fallen elves! Alright sorry just patting myself on the back lol. Okay enough of me ranting here is the next post! Oh and please do leave reviews they would help me for future chapters.
"When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it-always."- Mahatma Gandhi
Khamûl chuckled as the elf squirmed under his grip, yelling in agony. The screams were like music to his ear. He chuckled darkly and would have continued if he had not sensed an unwelcome presence. His cloak bellowed around him in anger as he left his entertainment to rot in the cells darkness. He climbed several sets of steps emerging in the tunnel of a cave lit here and their sparsely by torches. In the darkness he could sense the filthy creature making its way with its eight legs upon the ceiling.
"Why have you come here you maggot." He hissed, his fathomless eyes narrowing as the spider filth descended slowly into the center of the hall its feet pattering on the walls as it made its way toward him. "You said I would be safe." The female voce hissed. To most others it would have sounded as a screech or a whine but to the dark rider it sounded as his own dark speech.
"And you are safe." The Nazgûl snapped, "Safe enough until I deem you useless." Her mother had been quite formidable but Shelob herself was no match, she had still years upon her to grow before she could match the power her cursed linage possessed. "Are you threatening me," her terrible voice screeched.
"I am indeed you worthless monster." Khamûl hissed pulling out a blade. "Why are you not devouring the elves? Has our master not allowed you free reign of them? Or do you grow tired of devouring the light already." He mocked and her shrieks and rage were heard throughout the mountain.
"You said I would be safe. Do you forget the prophesy of the Halfling that shall come to take my life? I am no fool, you think I do not know that your master sends me so that I may perish?"
"There is no Halfling among elves you foolish wretch." The dark rider snapped. "There is now," she hissed. "An elf unlike the others half and half." Not of one descent.
"You imbecilic, moronic wretch, there are many elves who are of mixed blood for there are several races of elf." The rider's voice was like the coming of a storm his angered voice rebounding of the cavern walls in twisted echoes.
"This one is different." Shelob cooed her making screeching noises as she climbed the cavern wall to the right of the shadow of the east. "His blood sang to me, like the songs of the darkness of old. His words bound me."
"His words did not bind you beast it was your fear that causes you to flee. You are no daughter to Ungoliant she would have mashed his bones into powder mangled his flesh and sucked him dry leaving his body but a husk a shell of what it once was devoid of light!"
Shelob screeched at the insults her claws striking out at the Nazgûl. A quick flurry of blades and a blast of dark magic took away several more eyes of the accursed creature, now half blind from the attack upon the elves and the punishment of the Witch-King of Angmar's second in command. "Know you place you wretch. The dark one is still readying his forces but do not think you may do as you please. Return to Mordor and resume your feasting there, I have no need for cowards."
The terrible monstrosity that was Shelob hissed in assent. "You mock me now but do not forget that you to will be slain one day by one as well."
"No Sindar can kill me," Khamûl hissed, releasing another blast of darkness at the maggot that would not leave him to his work. Shelob's laughter filled the air as she retreated leaving the angered Nazgûl to his duties.
Khamûl shook in rage as he made his way back down the stairs fingering the ring upon his fingers. "Soon master, I shall discover the means to add another army at your feet. It shall be done as you requested." The Nazgûl's laughter resounded cruelly in the halls as he made his way back to his experimenting.
Legolas raised his head weakly, how long had he been out? When had he passed out? Something on the ground shifted a short distance from himself. "Orestor?" His voice came out a hoarse whisper.
"My pri-, Legolas" a weak voice replied as the elf struggled to raise himself. "Saes, stay still, you are heavily injured." Legolas replied attempting to pull himself from his chains. A weak chuckle escaped Orestor's lips. "I don't think," he wheezed for air, "it matters what I do any longer."
"Do not speak this way Orestor, we will live, you will live and we shall flee the accursed place!" Legolas cursed under his breath at the heaviness he felt in his limbs. "I hope you are right, my pri-Legolas," Orestor corrected himself once more cursing for his slip ups. There was no need to let the dark one know the prince of Mirkwood was in his grasp.
"Why have they taken us alive? I do not understand!" Legolas asked sweat beading at his brow. In all truth he could not understand why the orcs had kept them alive as long as they did.
Orestor shook his head weakly, "he would not say, no matter how I goaded him."
Legolas's eyes widened. "He poured poison into your veins as well?"
"Poison? That was no poison." Orestor gasped as he ceased his struggle to rise, allowing his body to lie on the cold damp floor head turned toward where he heard Legolas's voice in the darkness. "That was orcish blood."
"What?" Legolas's face was a mask of confusion. "Why their blood, I do not understand."
"Neither did I," Orestor gasped weakly his strength fast fading.
"Neither?" Legolas's brow furrowed his own body beginning to feel heavier than it had. "What do you mean?"
"I, it is hard to explain but does the darkness not feel weaker now?"
"Weaker? Orestor! Orestor stay with me!" But the elf was already unconscious leaving Legolas alone in the darkness. His mind traveled back to the orcs trying to drag one of his men away during his previous skirmish. The order they held, and his overhearing that it was harder to sense the orcs now. He had initially thought they wanted to use the elven blood to cloak themselves ridiculous as it would be as elven blood would more than likely weakened the orcs, but now, now he wasn't so sure. Why had he been taken alive? What did the darkness want from him? He could hear footsteps in the halls. An image of the Nazgûl gripping his face assailed him. He closed his eyes briefly pushing out the memory. Now was not the time for weakness. He did not know why he was alive, but whatever the reason he was going to stay that way.
Alright so why the prophesy? Why not? The witch king had a prophesy of how he would die it was actually foretold by Glorfindel when the elf had fought him and the witch king escaped so I see no issue in adding another prophesy which is no lie because well a Halfling will in essence kill all the riders and its ironic because well, you can obiously see why as no one really knows who or what hobbits are until like later. Well tell me how that was. Laters!