Calad listened to those words, but he was still furious. The light in his eyes disappeared entirely now. He had stopped fighting the orc within him, and as the light faded away, his eyes were cast into shadow. He beat his fists upon the bed, and soon they started to bleed again. Whirling around energetically, he lept off from the bed, snarling loudly and throwing at the walls whatever he could see, which was difficult, since he was shaking himself around so much and his hair was in his view. A few chairs smashed against the wall, making dents in it. He lept onto the wall, trying to kick it in. It only hurt him, and he fell backwards, his leg hurting painfully. Whipping and shaking his body about had loosened the fragile backbone, and it came loose, only adding to the pain. Thengise grew very afraid. Calad had reverted back into complete insanity. Finally, she cried out for the guards.
Hearing the calls and the loud crashing and splintering noises, the guards came running through the doors, armed with arrows. "Stand still, elf, or I shall send this arrow flying straight through your head!" The guard did not really mean it; he did not want to hurt his own kind. The second guard attempted to grab hold of Calad as he lifted up a small piece of furniture and threw it at the other guard who had threatened him with the arrow. The guard released the bowstring, sending the arrow through it and breaking it, only adding to the noise.
The guards now took out ropes, chains, and gags, and managed to grab a hold of Calad before he could send a tableleg crashing down on Thengise. One guard gagged Calad, ignoring the choking sounds and tying it tightly. The other guard tied Calad's hands firmly behind his back, tied up his legs, and then tore off his cloak and wrapped the cloak tightly around Calad's arms and waist to act as a straitjacket. Both Calad and the guards were covered in bruises and cuts, but the guards, having worn armor, had less damage.
One guard attatched the chains to one of Calad's already bound legs, and tied the other end of the chain to the leg of the bed, so that he could not move further. One guard, with green eyes, looked down with pity. Speaking to Calad, he said, "Sorry for chaining you up like this, but you are much too dangerous." The guards strode out, more vigilant now, and assumed the positions they had before.
[ October 02, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]
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Servant of the Eye
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