Title: The Corsairs of Umbar

By: Yukito Kinomoto

Rated: PG-13

Summary: Legolas and Aragorn are kidnapped by the Corsairs of Umbar who are going to sell them to a Queen. That is if they survive the trip.

Spoilers: none it's an AU

Disclaimer: All bow to Tolkien, it all belongs to him, I make no money off of them at all.

Legolas groaned and put an elegant hand to his head, when he did so, he heard a strange rattling sound.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, OW!" he commented.

He was laying on his back and when his eyes began to focus he saw Aragorn's smiling face appear before him.

"What are you smiling about?" Legolas heard the metallic rattling again and looked up at his wrists. They were bound with metal cuffs and lashed to the wooden wall with a short chain. He looked about wildly. They were in a large dark empty space, there was but one lantern lit by a single candle. They were in a small metal cage. His ankles were bound by a chain as well. "And why am I in chains?!"

Aragorn's smile disappeared, "Calm yourself Legolas."

The elf's dark eyebrows rose, "CALM?! Aragorn…" His head gave a throb, the world spun and Aragorn was saved from a long speech. But that was the last thing on his mind.

"Legolas?" he asked, moving to touch his friend on the shoulder. He was not bound in any way and was grateful for that.

"I'm fine, it's just my head."

Aragorn moved forward, "Let me see."

To his credit Legolas let him look without a struggle or a word said in opposition. Legolas' long blond braid was seeped through with blood that was almost dry.

"Can you sit up?" He asked the elf.

"With assistance I think I can."

The man took him under the arms and helped him sit.

"Tip your head forward a little."

Legolas complied and Aragorn parted the mass of hair gently. The hair was soft against his rough skin and hard to get a hold of, but the Ranger won through in the end. What he found did not bode well for the elf. The wound was deep and had bled profusely. Whoever their captors where they knew little of the healing arts, or didn't care enough about their captives to make sure that we where healthy, Aragorn thought.

"Ow!" Legolas exclaimed.

"Sorry."

"Like hell you are, that hurts!"

"Hold still Legolas this cut should have had stitches. You've lost a lot of blood, do you feel faint at all?"

Legolas pulled out of his hands and turned on him, his face dark and clouded, "I feel good enough to yell at you! Get off of me! I'm not a child!"

Aragorn slapped him hard across the face, "Then stop acting like one! You're behaving like a spoiled brat. Now stop it and let me look at your wound."

Legolas bowed his head in compliance, tears pricking his eyes, "You did not need to slap me."

Aragorn furrowed his brow in a frown, "I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you. I have no water to clean the wound with and nothing to ease your pain. It's still bleeding too." Aragorn began to take off his outer tunic, "I'll have to wrap it for now and hope that it will somehow keep it from getting infected."

The man pulled a small knife out of his boot and cut a strip of cloth from the arm of his relatively clean under tunic, then he wrapped it about the elf's head.

This done he turned the Legolas' head toward him and found tear streaming down the beautiful creature's face.

He felt his heart pull, he hadn't meant to slap him that hard.

"I'm sorry Legolas."

"No," said the other, blinking away the tears, "There is naught to be sorry for. It was not you, I...I just had a vision."

Aragorn put an arm about his friend's slim shoulders, "About what?"

Legolas turned agonized eyes on him, "We will not leave this place alive."