For the love of a Dragon (Thranduil fanfic)

Chapter 8

Celegwen P.O.V

"Oomph!" I grunted as someone shoved me forward. The scratchy burlap material that was tied around my mouth scratched at my lips, cutting them. Soon, the sharp, metallic taste of my own blood leaked through my teeth. It had been an ongoing cycle of pushing and shoving for two days now.

Two days. We had stopped once along the way to, well, wherever we're going. I had an idea of what our destination could be. I just hoped I was wrong.

I had learnt that the traitor Ellon's name was Durion. No wonder his name meant "dark one". I was starving, but not enough to die from it. Nonetheless, the hunger was still eating away at me like a rabid animal.  

"Ow!" I yelped as my gag was tugged off, scratching the vulnerable flesh underneath. It was Durion.

 "I have to keep you alive," he said, shoving a bottle to my lips. 

The foul-tasting liquid burned my tongue, leaving a despicable aftertaste. I coughed and choked. "What is that?" I managed to splutter. 

"Horse blood," he said. 

I widened my eyes in disgust and spat onto his foot. Eugh. That was vile beyond words. My face must have expressed my distaste as Durion hissed,"Well I'm sorry it's not King Thranduil's wine, as I find that a little unaffordable. I have only what can keep you standing." We began dawdling forward again. Horse blood still remained on my tongue, filling my mouth with the rotting taste.

Thranduil. At the sound of his name my heart sank. I wondered what he was doing now.

Was he thinking about me? Did Legolas tell him what happened? Was he missing me? 

Wait, why did I even care?

I honestly did not know how I felt about that certain Elven king. Sometimes I wanted to be around him, and other times I just wanted to rip his head off. But there was this little tug, a certain want in my heart that I could not ignore, yet could not admit. Day by day the decision plagued my every thought, dream and vision. But I couldn't bring myself to say it aloud.

It was the little things; the way he wanted to know more about me. That little magical moment we had shared in the garden. The way I couldn't help but give him a little peck on the cheek. The anger he showed when I had left, then cradled me so lovingly in his arms until I fell asleep. It all made perfect sense. 

Did I love him?

Did.....did he love me?

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We were walking through a clump of dead trees which gave off a weird, evil aura. The filthy smell of the Orcs surrounded me, growing stronger and fouler by the minute. Soon, I promised myself. Soon I would be out of here.

Then, the trees gave way and my worst suspicions were confirmed.

"Dol Guldur," I whispered in horror. 

It looked completely abandoned, but I knew otherwise. It was home to the most terrifying, evil being in Middle Earth. I could not bring myself to utter his name.

We walked along a narrow bridge. I was almost completely frozen with fear; how I continued to walk was a mystery. 

I jumped as Durion grabbed me from behind, his hand forcing my chin up so I couldn't look away from the dark, brooding fortress. "Welcome home, raamalooke," he said mockingly. I froze. 

He knew my secret. 

He walked me forward, still holding me uncomfortably close. "Oh yes, I know the beast you are, elleth. There's no escape now." he said, walking me forward like a toddler. 

"Let go of me," I said, with little courage. He smirked. 

"Soon you'll be begging for me to hold on," he whispered in my ear.

What?

Eww.

No.

"In your dreams, bastard," I snarled. His arms tensed up in rage. 

He dragged me up a set of crumbling stone stairs and threw me into a hanging cage. I gasped as I just missed a spike that was set to skewer my head. He slammed the door and locked it. "Thaurer!" I yelled at him. He simply smirked and turned away.

The cage had several spikes that protruded inwards around me. I had to be careful so I didn't get stabbed. I looked around and screamed. In other cages, there were skeletons, their bony fingers still gripping the bars, agony on their faces. Few had spikes in their ribs. Their empty eye sockets gaped at me helplessly. 

What if one day I turned into one of them? A helpless skeleton, passed on to the next world? 

No. I would not let it come to that. I was going to get out of here. Somehow.

Carefully making sure I didn't get impaled, I curled up into a ball and whimpered helplessly. They were going to use me as a weapon. A weapon to kill. I cried harder, starting to feel ashamed and guilty.

I had led Thranduil on a trail of emotions over something that could never be. I rose his cold heart then smashed it to pieces. The tears started coming harder. "Oh Thranduil," I whispered. "I'm so sorry."

Ooooh things are getting darker! Unfortunately, this is the last update before the second of January!! But I'll be working on it on my trip :)

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Elvish Translations!

raamalooke=winged dragon

thaurer=abominable one