DISCLAIMER- I OWN ONLY RAYNE. NOTHING ELSE. TOLKIEN OWNS EVERYTHING ELSE. BOW DOWN TO THE POWER OF TOLKIEN!

HURTING HANDS

"You worthless elf! You are nothing!" Rayne scream, striking Legolas across the face. Legoals whimpered, trying to crawl away. He wiped the tears from his eyes. If Rayne saw, he would be in larger trouble than he already was. All he had done was take a piece of bread. As usual, Rayne saw the tears.

"Don't you dare cry. Your tears can't help you! No-one can!" Rayne scream as he slammed Legolas's face into the ground. Legolas grimaced, but turned his head, hoping to hide it. Rayne grinned, taking his belt and hitting Legolas with it. Legolas scream. Rayne seemed to feed off of it. He hit Legolas repeativley with the belt. Legolas cried, wondering when this nightmare would end.

Aragorn rode into the village he knew Legolas was. Legolas couldn't stay there. At least, that was what Thranduil had said. He rememebered their conversation.

"Legolas can't stay there." He said, paceing the room.

"What can I do?" Aragorn demanded, "Your his father."

"I also have a refuge to protect. Legolas will be killed if he stays there. that is why I'm asking you." Thranduil said, staring Aragorn in the eyes.

"I can't do half the things you can do with him." Aragorn argued hopelessly.

"But you can help him." Thranduil snapped. Aragorn sighed.

"What do I have to do?" Aragorn demanded. Thranduil relaxed.

"Just look after him. That is all I ask. Watch and make sure he lives, until it is safe to come here. Please. He's only a child." Thranduil begged. Aragorn sighed, and bowed.

"I'll bring your son back." Aragorn swore.

Okay, please review. Here is a trivia. Who is like a smelly old homeless guy that lives in a sewer? Just for fun. Thank you to anyone that reads my crappy story. Until next chapter..... Legolas's fanatical fan girl.