disclaimer: I do not own lord of the rings, they belong to the tolkien family.

This is my first story and english is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes.

warning: torture, angst and other fun stuff^^ might be slash later on, I haven't decided yet.

Chapter one

It was the pain that woke him up, his back felt like it was on fire. Legolas tried to move his arms, but something kept them above his head, also he could feel that something was wrong with his shoulders. The pain seared through his body when he tried to move. At first Legolas couldn't remember how he ended up in some dark and dank dungeon, but soon it all came back to him.

3 days earlier

The fellowship had left Lorien by boat just a few days ago. The grief of Gandalfs death still hung around them. Legolas looked upon the fellowship and what he saw was that it was slowly breaking, the hobbits no longer laughed or jumped around, Boromir usually sat staring at the fire at night, the same for Gimli. Aragorn looked as grim as the rest of them, but he never sat still always walking back and forth. "We should keep going, Aragorn" Legolas said, he had felt something dark approaching all day. "We can't keep going through another night Legolas, the hobbits are too tired. We have to stop" Aragorns tired voice warned him of trying to keep arguing.

Soon they were paddling to the eastern shore to make camp for the night. As he sat foot on the shore legolas could tell something was going to go wrong. 'Valar, please let us leave this place safe' "legolas!" Aragorn called "Can you scout the forest, making sure it's safe?" "Of course" he answered and walked into the dark forest. As he scouted the forest legolas noticed that not a sound was made, the bird were not singing, the wind didn't blow and the forest critters didn't make a sound, it was as if they weren't there. Suddenly he felt something approach, something very dark and evil. He turned around and behind him several dark shadows moved closer.

….

Back at the camp they were preparing supper when a hellish shriek ripped through the evening. "Nazgul! Protect the hobbits! " Aragorn ordered, when suddenly a thought came to mind " has anyone seen Legolas?" . "He hasn't returned from scouting yet" boromir called.

Suddenly orches swarmed out of the forest. The hobbits screamed in fear of the disgusting creatures, hiding at the shore behind Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli. "Where is that darn elf? We could use those arrows of his" Gimli grumbled, he would never admit it, but he was worried about their elf companion. The call of the nazgul had been far away maybe they had already found the elf.

"Get the boats into the water, bring only the most necessary" Aragorns order shook Gimli out of his thoughts. "You would leave the elf behind?" Boromirs surprised voice spoke up. "Frodo is more important, we must protect him legolas will understand and he might already be lost to us" Aragorn spoke the words, but anyone could see it hurt him having to make that decision.

While the hobbits grabbed what they could and readied the boats the warriors fought of wave after wave of orches, when one orch fell another took its place. They were quickly getting tired and if they didn't get away soon they would all die and the quest would fall into darkness.

"Aragorn, the boats are ready" pippins light voice now filled with fear called. Aragorn and the others started to make their way to the boats all the while hoping to see a flash of gold running to them, but it never came.

As they got the boats onto the river their hearts fell when they heard a heart wrenching cry and instinctually they all knew that the cry was Legolas. The pain of leaving his oldest friend behind hit Aragorn like a brick. 'I left him behind' was the only thought in his head. He felt like screaming but not at sound left his lips. He had to be strong, he had to protect the others and he had to move on for Legolas. When this was over he would bring the news of Legolas death to his father Thranduil and accept any punishment he would give him, but for now he had to look forward.

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The nazgul shrieked, its cry grating in Legolas ears. The fear rose up inside of him, threatening to take over. Legolas mind screamed at him to flee, but the fear held him captive. He could hear something approaching fast from the forest behind him. A moment later orcs came out of the forest.

"Get the elf alive" one of the nazgul hissed. That woke Legolas out of his fear induced stupor. He grabbed his knives and moved into a defensive position as the enemy moved closer. "You will never take me alive" he cried, knowing he be better off dead than in the hands of orcs.

The orcs attacked bloodthirsty grins on their faces, weapons high in the air. Their glee at at finding one of the firstborns alone was evident. Legolas fought has hard as he could, but when one orc died three more took its place.

Suddenly the orcs backed off still grinning. He sensed something moving behind him. Legolas turned around and at the same time one of the nazgul stabbed his at him. The pain vibrated through his as the sword slid into his stomach.

All was quiet, he looked at the orcs they seemed to be laughing, but not a sound was heard. Legolas vision started darkening, he tried to fight it, but in the end the pain won and he fell into unconsciousness.

tbc...

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