Okay a moment of attention here please! I am from Poland, so my English isn't perfect. Please, be kind and patient and if you notice any mistakes in grammar or anything, tell me. Same with elvish, this isn't very easy language so tell me in case of any mistakes.*

*This is NON slash story, only brotherly love. And Aragorn here isn't in love with Arwen, nor is he a heir of Isildur, he is immortal here so if you don't like it, don't read, simple.*

*This is basically a rape story, I mean, there are no very brutal scenes, but some of them may appear so it is rated as M.*

Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or any others of Tolkien's books. *sniff*

Prologue

He was lying in his own blood, in a dark room, tied up. They hurt him as no one ever has. They raped him, used him. He had not known such pain before, he had not even known about its existence. But now, he was feeling it. His body was in agony and he couldn't really move. He was exhausted and wanted to be dead.

And yet, he was not going to give up easily. Estel was looking for him, he will save him, he must know about his capturing.

He was cold and scared to death, but he still had faith. Days in this darkness were passing, but he lost his connection to nature and the sun. He didn't know the time. He didn't know light. He knew nothing. He didn't feel warm, he felt only coldness. His agonized body didn't let him forget. His every weak move hurt him more than anything. He couldn't hear, he couldn't look. He was too weak, too hopeless to even try to stand up. All he could do was having a hope. But did he have a right to have any hope?

He was dizzy, and he knew that soon he will pass out again. He tried to fight it down but he was losing with this eternal darkness. He gave up eventually and he didn't know how much time has passed when he was awoken by the sounds of shouting and the sword.

"Legolas" he heard a beloved voice. He didn't know if he was dead or not but he did know this voice.

Hallucinations. These people surely gave him something to make fun of him. It can't be...

"Aragorn..." he whispered weakly and hoarsely. He didn't care if they were laughing at him and his state. He didn't care about anything.

He was totally naked, his clothes were lying in the corner. He was chained, though, and he couldn't reach them. They were torn anyway.

"Legolas!" the door violently opened with a shriek as it hit the wall. He didn't have much strength left but he somehow managed to look up.

A man, his friend. He was here, he was alive. He could see only his blurry shadow, but he felt it in his heart that it was him.

"Oh Elbereth! Legolas!" he shouted, seeing the view of his elven friend and ran up to him, crouching next to.

"Es.. Estel..?" the prince whispered with a broken voice.

"Shh, do not say a word." he watched his covered in blood back and bruised body, releasing him from the chain.

His heart was breaking at the sight of the elf, weakly avoiding any touch. He was in shock at first. The thought he was dreaming crossed his mind, but after awhile, he stopped struggling and let his friend embrace him gently and brotherly. His touch was warm, better than theirs.

"E-Estel, I- Get me out of here... please.." he whimpered almost silently and he wondered if Aragorn even heard his voice.

"Shh... be calm, mellon nîn. You are safe now, I'll take you to Rivendell... It's all over. All over..." the man whispered and hugged him again, rubbing his back gently.

"Where... where are-" he was sobbing. Aragorn had never seen his friend like that, he had never seen him crying. So broken, so vulnerable...

"I killed them all. Leave them here, let them rot..."

Legolas was silent. Aragorn wrapped him with his cloak and embraced again. The Elf did the same, his cold, bloodied hands were warming up in his tunic.

"Get me out of here... take me home... "

T.B.C.

That's it, my first prologue. This is my first story ever. Don't be very mean and cruel to me because I will be sad :((