Captured...(For lack of a better title. If anyone has some ideas, let me know.)
My first LOTR fic, so please be kind. I'll be honest and let you know right now, I enjoyed the movie(s) more than the books. (If I make a mistake, let me know. You can try my email at krisnkriss@hotmail.com) But, by all means R&R! We all enjoy hearing from our audiences. My policy is, read my fic and leave a review. If you have any stories up, I'll read them and review them. (Or rather, a t least one of them. It depends on how much time I have since I'm a college sophomore.) To me, it sounds like a fair trade. ;-)
Don't own anything except for the plot. Everything belongs to Mr.Tolkein himself, so don't take any legal action against me.
Warnings~ I both read, and have written *slash* (If you don't know what that is, you probably shouldn't be here...heh...). I don't know if this story will have it, but there's a chance. Don't like, then please leave. (Although this will likely be a friendship story, but if it changes I'll warn you.) Don't go bitching and moaning to me if you read it, and don't like it. I love violence, and often beat, torture, rape, or tend to nearly kill my fave characters, and always have them in angsty situations. Again, if you're looking for some sap and fluff, chances are you won't find it here, unless I've added in romance. As before, don't like, then leave. You've been warned. I won't type all this crap up again, so read it, and understand it, now. Have a nice day! (And I'm really not this rude usually, I just don't want anyone accusing me of traumatization b/c I didn't give a fair warning.) I will put any other warnings in big, bold, letters.
Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, screamed. The arrow pierced his back, where shoulder blade neared the spinal cord. It dug deeply into him, slicing
through skin and muscle. He fell at the feet of a large Orc. His bow landed hard on the ground near his face. The Orc laughed, his hot breath rustling the Elf's
long golden hair. Legolas pushed himself up on all fours and drew his belt knife with his injured arm. Pushing upward, he ended up on his knees, and passed the
knife to his uninjured hand. The orc fell where Legolas had previously lain, having been gutted smartly with the Elven blade. Another orc, noticing that his kin
had fallen, descended upon the elf with a roar. Three more of his kind joined him. Legolas took two of them down with lightning quick reflexes, before one of
them attempted to cut Legolas's legs out from under him. The elf dove forward, but not quick enough. The orc blade bit into the flesh of his leg. Legolas's keen
sight nearly blacked with the pain. Dimly, behind him, he heard someone cry out his name. The voice had a rough sound to it, but carried power. Aragorn. The
man sounded both shocked and frantic. The sounds of orcs being slew on the Ranger's blade moved closer to where the Elf Prince lay. Something moved close
to Legolas's ear and in his mind's eye he could imagine that it was his human companion, ready to help him to safety. Instead, cold, grimy hands gripped his
long, lean body with a roughness that jarred both arrow and sword wound. Wildly, Legolas thrashed in the orc's steely grip, panic seizing him in his injured
state. His blue eyes narrowed in concentration as he gazed into the face of his enemy.
In his peripheral vision, Legolas noticed the blur of green that was Aragorn as he slew the enemy, left and right. A small tear in his sleeve showed where an orc sword, or perhaps arrow, had rent both cloth and flesh. Blood trickled from his brow to mix with sweat. It ran down his cheek in a diluted red sea. The man turned to scream for someone. Whether to help watch his back in the fighting, or to assist the wounded off the field, the elf could only guess. The orcs had swarmed onto their small camp in the dead of night. The waning moon provided little light, and certainly assisted the dark creatures of Mordor. Hungry for both combat and flesh, the beasts had overtaken the two travelers as they neared the land of Rivendell. A small company of elven kin scouting about at the borders of the forest had happened along the two friends, when they were attacked. None of them were going down without a fight, though. Legolas again struggled, resorting to using his injured arm, and feeling the arrow rip through his flesh even more. The pain coursed through him, making his stomach clench with nausea. The orc made a whuffiling sound that caused it's foul breath to fill Legolas's nostrils. Legolas gagged in spite of himself and reflexively let go of the monster to cover his nose in an attempt to block the smell of rotting flesh. A few Elvish curses escaped the Prince's mouth.
The Orc swung the hilt of his blade, striking him neatly across the temple. Blackness surged forward to claim the Elf.
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"Dammit!" The Ranger slammed his fist against the ground. His anger burned hotly within him. Aragorn ground his teeth together.
Aragorn glanced up to watch some of the elves carry their friends, or family members, from the battlefield. It had been a small party of elves that had happened upon the two friends, but Aragorn had thanked fate for their appearance. One of the elves knelt in front of Aragorn.
"Don't despair Estel," Elrohir smiled warmly at his younger brother. "We shall journey back to Imladris to alert Ada, and gather reinforcements and supplies, then follow after them."
"Nay Elrohir, the trail will be to hard to follow! Imladris is nearly a two day journey. Ada will make us rest a day before we leave. That would mean nearly a week before we'd be able to get back here. Legolas could be dead by then. We cannot abandon him!" Aragorn's voice rose in pitch, fear seizing him at the thought of the torture his friend could be facing at that very interest. Elrohir gripped his human brother's shoulder tightly. He knew full well what devilry the Orc's were capable of. He also knew that his brother had seen Legolas wounded before the orcs had managed to drag him off.
"Elladan and I will not let you journey alone Estel. That would be beyond foolish. You alone could not possibly hope to defeat those orcs with a wounded Legolas slowing you down." Elrohir noticed his twin's approach.
"Then come with me. Please, Elrohir! I cannot abandon him. I must try." The man known as Estel looked between his two Elven brothers.
"Estel..." Elladan sighed. Elrohir gazed up at his twin, at a loss for words.
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Author's note number 2: Ok, if you want Legolas to live...be kind and leave a review!!! ~evil laugh~ J/K...I'll torture him, but I doubt I'll kill him.... ~shrugs~ Also, I have a ton of questions for those of you out there who are more knowledgeable about Middle Earth than myself. (And believe me, I've researched online.) If anyone has any info on Thranduill(Sp?) and Greenwood/Mirkwood it would be so beyond helpful! Thanks!!! :-)