Ok, so welcome to the new story. For an intro, Legolas is around eighteen human years old in this story. Aragorn is roughly the same age, maybe a little older. Mirkwood and Rivendell have gone to war with each other. Hope you enjoy.

The small procession of warriors marched through the gates of Rivendell. The leader of the guards held a thick rope clutched tightly in his fists. At the other end, dead center of the group, was a fair elf. He was thin and looked exhausted, but still held himself erect as his training has dictated. Legolas was obviously trying to walk normally, but he still had a prominent limp from an injury he had seemed to have received.

The Great Prince of Mirkwood was tethered to the rope by a metal collar encircling his thin neck like an animal, and his arms were wrenched behind his back and bound cruelly. Dark bruises colored his face and arms. His clothing was once probably grand in its colors and stitching but was now torn beyond recognition and hung from his lithe body. The doors of the throne room were opened and Legolas was thrown to his knees in front of the King of Rivendell. Elrond smiled faintly.

"Prince Legolas Thanduilion. You may rise." The young elf struggled to his feet, swaying slightly before squaring his shoulders and raising his rage filled eyes to the King's defiantly.

"I demand you release me this instant Elrond!" His tone held no respect for the King. A guard stepped up and hit the back of his head with the blunt end of his sword.

"You will show the proper respect to the Lord of Rivendell!" The blow sent Legolas toppling forward. Unable to catch himself due to his bound hands, his head slammed into the stone step at the base of the throne. To everyone's surprise, it was Lord Elrond himself that helped the Prince to his feet. It was obvious the Prince was still dazed from the fall. Blood was running down his face in rivulets. Slowly, the focus returned to Legolas' eyes. He glared at Elrond, who still held him upright, before throwing his head back and spitting in the Lord's face. The room was deathly quiet, waiting for their King's reaction. Elrond released the Prince from his hold and backed away, wiping the glob of spit from his face. His eyes grew hard, all of the sympathy he might have felt for the young elf gone.

"Prince Legolas, your kingdom has fallen to the warriors of Rivendell. The war in which you and your father have created is ended. Lord Thranduil and I have been able to come to an agreement. He has given me the greatest gift he possesses. His son for the continuation of the Mirkwood realm. You will be stripped of your rank and become a slave to the Rivendell household. You have become spoiled by your name, as your father agrees, but no more. Maybe your time here will teach you proper respect. I have decided to give you to my son, Aragorn. He will be your master and trainer. Any disobedience and you will be punished. Hard work will earn you rewards. Your work starts tomorrow, Legolas."

The guards dragged the former Prince away from the throne, finding no resistance from his dazed form. A million thoughts whizzed through Legolas' mind. His Adar had given him away? How could he cast him aside as if he was nothing more than a common elf? When he had been captured, fighting out on the battlefield, his side had been obviously losing. The Rivendell elves were too swift and their numbers were trice what Mirkwood possessed. He had thought that it was fate in which he had been taken, but now he saw that it was the will of his King.

Before he knew it, he stood before a door. It was grand and large, indicating that this person was someone of great importance. Like the son of Lord Elrond, Legolas thought bitterly. A guard stepped forward and knocked. A few moments later, it opened. There stood the legendary adopted son of Elrond. His hair was black as night, falling in gentle waves to his shoulders. His dark blue eyes shone brightly as he regarded the elf in front of him. He wore the colors of pure silver and gray, complimenting his tan skin and muscular body greatly. He nodded to the guards. Legolas was pushed inside the room. The collar was removed and the group left swiftly, leaving him with the Prince of Rivendell.

"As you know, you are to be my slave. You will see that my every need is met at all times. You are not to speak unless spoken to, and you are not to go anywhere without my permission. I am your master. Is that clear?" He grew angry as Legolas ignored his question and continued to glare at him instead. "I said is that clear!"

"I am a slave to no one! I am the Prince of Mirkwood and shall not be treated in such a manner!"

"Let me get this clear slave. You are mine! You will do everything that I demand without question. You are royalty no longer. You are but a mere slave here, and you will be treated as one. You will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed so as to do anything I need you to at all hours. Now kneel before your master."

"I will never kneel to you, or anyone else! You can keep me here but you cannot make me something I am not!" Aragorn backhanded the elf roughly, sending his sprawling onto the floor. Legolas landed and made no attempt to get up. The events of the past week were catching up to him. Being beaten by the guards and then trekking four days without rest, only to arrive and be hit again were too much for his body to handle. He slid quickly into oblivion.

That's the end of chapter one. I don't know if I want to make this kind of a slash story or what. I'll leave that up to y'all to decide. Send me if you want it to be a slash or not, and I can go from there. Reviews please. I absolutely love reading them. Chapter two is coming soon!