Wow! Thanks so much for the reviews. I will answer a few questions I know a few of you have, I know you were no very happy with the lack of info on why all this was happening to poor Legolas. ( He is just as frustrated as you all, believe me! :P) But you will have to wait a little longer for answers. I won't tell you when the answer will come only that when Legolas finds out so will you! So with that said, Here is chapter two! Hope you like! And as always please review. I need all the help I can get! LOL!

Chapter 2

And so the walk continued. Legolas stumbled often and fell a few time, he knew his leggings were torn and blood flowed freely down his right shine from a sharp rock the elf was positive he was steered in to it on purpose. The humility of it all stung deep. But try as he might, the poor elf could not stop the dark thoughts that penetrated his anger. The forced darkness wore down his strength more then anything, and by midday he felt the dampness of sweat down his back, and his front, causing the think fabric to cling even more to his chest.

"Do you miss the light, my pet?" The dark man's voice would whisper every now again. "In this darkness do you feel small and insignificant? Where is your elven superiority now?" The dark man taunted. He was so sure that the elf before him was suffering from his words. But really, Legolas was suffering from his shattered heart. He would die, he knew but he wondered if he would ever make it to see his father. With Estel's death and now the darkness that the blindfold had sentenced him to he was slowly falling in to despair, and he knew that he would never come out of it.

I have failed them all, Elladan, Elrohir. How will I tell them of Estel's fate?

The thought of the twins brought a new a new emotion to the fading elf. He could not forget the promise he had made to his friends. He and sworn to the brothers that he would watch out for Estel. I can not die and not tell them of his fate!

Purpose flooded his soul; he did not feel revitalized, nor empowered. He only felt more drained then ever. He knew now that his fate was sealed at the hands of this mad human. He would not be able to fade and not let some one know of Estel's sacrifice.

How? How will I do that? I am as good as dead in twenty four hours.

His thoughts continued thus for the most of the day. Now matter his resolve Legolas could not bring even a small amount of hope to his heart. If he lived past the next sunset, he would fade. He would only wait the time it would take to tell the Peredhil's the lost of there brother, and son. There is no hope to be found in these thoughts, and so despair took its place next to grief in the Legolas's heart.

The poor elf did not know how long they had walked but as the sun started its descent the elven prince's condition started to deteriorate further.

The sweat that appeared down his back and chest was constant now and he shivered continually. He stumbled so often now on his own that the dark man did not have to steer him into anything for the elven ability to navigate in a forest was all but a memory in his current grief.

And the moment the sun was completely gone from the sky, Legolas felt it. It was as if the little bit of comfort there was in the world had left him. His hearts seemed to shudder and it was all he could do to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

When the dark man finally called a halt, Legolas stopped with the rest of them. He was shivering in the darkness, yet he could not see, Legolas was very aware of his captor's steps as he swaggered back to his side. The elven prince could very well imagine the evil grin the man wore. Legolas could not stand the man's presences and as he neared him he fought the urge to step away.

"You do not look to good elf." He said sneeringly in to his ear. Legolas was startled when he felt the man's hand glide across his brow, "I thought the elves did not sweat as men do!"

He did not answer the man. Legolas knew he was just trying to goad him in to revealing more of himself as he had before. As he has so succinctly stated earlier he was more 'fun' when he was angry.

The man was not happy with his lack of response, and looked about the group for fuel to light the prince's angry fire.

The darkness did not offer him any solutions at first but then his thoughts brought to him some thing with to torment the proud creature before him.

He tugged the 'leash' harshly smiling all the more when his prisoner stumbled, obviously not prepared to move again.

He led the elf further into the makeshift 'camp' his men were hastily setting up. He brought him closer to his desired spot. And grinned again as he saw the affect the new area had in his captive.

Legolas did not know where the man was leading him. He felt the presence of the large body of men close in around him and knew he was being lead further towards the center of the camp. And even before he felt its warmth, the realization came to him. They were getting closer to the fire. The men before this had not allowed a fire as it would draw the attention of the elves. But the message sent to the King stated that the elven patrols should not be out this night. The king had been given strict orders to draw to him all his warriors or lose the life of his son. The men felt no fear that the King would disobey that condition. For it was well known to them the depth of love the proud king had for his equally proud son.

Just at the edge of the merrily dancing fire the two stopped. Legolas unconsciously turned his face to the light, missing the warmth and the comfort it brought him.

"It is a shame you can not see the glade we have found to rest in. It is quite beautiful." Still nothing, the man began to get irritated.

"You know Legolas your father would be very up set to know that you would ignore your host so." And was pleased the fair face turned from the fire to the man before him. He saw the thin set of the pale lips, and the creased brow, and knew that behind the blindfold those mesmerizing blue orbs were narrowed.

"I would hate to think what he would say if he were here." The man continued.

Legolas, for his part did his best to shut out the man's words. He regretted his lack of restraint at the mention of his father and quickly turned back to the fire. He went back to his thoughts and grief. He knew he should not be dwelling on Estel. He knew that his heart and more importantly his soul could not stand the pain. But here, held captive by a mad man, blind to all that was light and happy, knowing that tomorrow night would bring him death and that the only person he wished to see at this very moment was going to be forced to watch him die, he could find no place to hide. So instead of being goaded in to showing his turmoil and raging emotions he lost him self in the one that was the strongest. Shielding himself in grief he felt he might last until his father came. His only life line he had at this horrifying moment was he would see his Adar one last time before he went to Manos' halls. If only he could see Estel again…

Suddenly and completely unexpected Legolas felt a stinging blow to the side of his face. Because his balance was lost with his sight, he fell back, he was grateful for his attention to the fire for he had already marked it's location to his right and was able to fall away from the burning flame.

Still bound with his hands behind him, he hit the ground hard and was momentarily dazed. Once he was able to concentrate on his surrounding again he was startled to know the dark man now stood above him, he could feel his legs on either side of his torso. And with the soft sound of creaking leather, the prince felt him bend down over his face.

"You were not listening to me, Legolas, I hate being ignored."

Some where in his mind the elf understood that it would not be beneficial to continue to ignore this man at this moment, but a larger portion of said mind was too tired and drained to care.

He turned away from the man, allowing his mind to drift away from where he was.

But the dark man would not be put off, and Legolas felt the 'leash' go taunted one second before he was pulled up by it. Successfully blocking the air to his lungs, unable to breath and unable to see the elf went in to a panic, unable to stop himself he twisted and jerked under the dark man as he held him thus. And just when Legolas was sure he had finally angered the man enough to kill him, he was released. The roped was loosened ever so much to allow the rush of night air to fill his starved lungs.

The elf coughed and sputtered, and through it all he could here the laughter from the men around him.

"Do I have your attention, Prince?" The dark man whispered close to Legolas's ear. And the elf could feel the hot breath as it hit his neck in a damp wave. And 'that' penetrated his chaotic emotions. With that he registered the closeness of their two faces, their two bodies!

Suppressing a shudder, Legolas nodded.

"Good, I would hate to harm you further." The man's voice was so low that only his captive heard him, his hand now on the elf's face, his thumb gliding over the bruised cheek. Legolas could not stand the intimacy of that touch, he jerked his head away.

A laugh fallowed again, this time from the dark man. Unable to get further from him then he was at the moment Legolas could only lay there, straddled by his tormentor and desperately hoping the world would open up and swallow him whole before he was touched again.

"I would hate for your father to be unable to recognize your pretty face when he arrives." And this time there was not the gentle and disturbing touch of the man's hand on his cheek, but the stinging bite of steal as it was sliced across the side of his face. Though he regretted it immediately, Legolas was unable to stifle the soft cry at the sudden and again, unexpected pain.

"But I will if you do not answer my questions, elf." And Legolas had no doubt that he would in fact go through with his threat. "I asked you if you missed the light. If I told you I would release your eyes if you would only say please?"

Legolas felt trail of blood down behind the ear, and knew that he would feel more pain if he did not answer. His mind asked him to please see reason, and even though his soul cared little to what he did any more he allowed his mind to take over. Only a little though.

"I would never beg a thing from you." He whispered. Even with out his eyesight he could tell that this did nothing to please his captor. The man's hands were back on him again. Legolas suppressed a shudder as he felt those vile fingers linger on his face again, and then slide down his neck to his chest, just as the other slide down around his throat.

"Your impertinence is very upsetting." The dark man's voice was so close again, and the elven prince was unable to hide the tremor the breath on his flesh brought.

The man did not miss it either, and grinned.

"I think I know a way to teach our friend a lesson in manners." The man said, as the man's hand lingered on the throat of his captive, Legolas felt the other move from his chest and the distinct feeling of his tunic being lifted slightly from his torso, panicking again Legolas struggled but felt more pressure on his legs, the hand tightened around his throat and he heard the tarring of fabric as a knife slide through the thin fabric of the elf's remaining tunic.

He felt the cloth as it was pushed off his shoulders to leave bare his chest to his captor and what ever plan he had for his 'lesson'.

The dark man stared down at the alabaster skin of the elven prince. The beauty of the elves has been known to him and his people, but the sheer wonder that was splayed out before him right now! This was much more. And it was his! His smile grew.

He knew the ways of a few of his men; he knew that they had a liking more for the young boys and the fair men of their home far more then maidens. And he knew that this elf had defiantly aroused their interest. Now he would see if the elf could handle there 'attention', or his. Leaning down again, he brought his mouth close to the elves delicately pointed ear, feeling the slight tremble if the fair body below him the man knew that this would be what he needed to break the elf's defiance.

"Do you know how you look now, Legolas?" His voice was soft, and low, wanting only his captive to here.

And he did here him. Legolas clenched his fist under him. The elven prince, sensitive to the emotions around him could feel the eyes on him. Though he could not see the looks he was given as he lay there helpless beneath this man he could feel the anticipation rise in the group around him, he could feel the vile excitement of their lust as they waited for their leader to do what ever it was that he planed. Legolas wished for death at that moment. He could very well imagine what might happen next. He had heard stories of humans and there lust for the beauty of the Eldar, and how far that have taken there obsession. His fear deepened when the dark man's voice whispered him his ear again.

"I am sure you know how your position is affecting my men, dear prince, and I am sure you could understand how I would rise in their favor more if I were to give you to them right now."

The dark man continued to whisper, his hands on the move now, his mouth mere inches away from the pale lips of the elven prisoner.

"Or they would cheer as I took you now before them. To have them watch me finally break your prideful spirit would also raise me in their favor."

Legolas could not take it. If he had felt panic before it was nothing to what he felt at this moment. His twisted his hands behind him, and tried to kick his legs free from the men that pined them down. He could not lay there and simply allow them to…No! He could not!

The dark man laugh the louder as he dropped down from his crouching above the elf to a full straddle, his hips resting now on the slender hips of the elf, effectively stopping the bucking of his victim.

As he felt the Dark man straddle him Legolas wished for all the world that he would die. This can not be happening! The man's hands were roaming. He felt one as it sliding over his stomach, the other across his chest. Then when he thought he could take those hands no more one left his stomach and griped him behind head, and he felt again the thumb run across his cheek, the other ran down the his abdomen, and further until it ended at the fastenings of his leggings. Legolas squirmed, tried to break free of the hands that pined him. But more he wished to free his body from the touch of the man.

The dark man watched as the elf's breathing accelerated, his chest rising and falling in fear and panic. Almost he gave in to his desire and continued, but that was not the plan.

He griped the elf's head closer to him, bring back his rage to dispel the desire he tightened his grip.

"Afraid elf? You don't know how much more frightening it will feel before this night is over."

Legolas bit his lip and the man's grip went painfully tight and pulled at the hair of his neck. The other hand still lingered at the top of his leggings but he did not believe the man was going to continue. The desire he had felt was replaced by anger, there did not seem to be any reasoning for it, yet Legolas was sure he was right.

What ever he might have thought about that just then was lost as he was pulled to his feet again and was yanked forward. He never even felt as the men got off of him.

Staggering and stumbling as he tried to keep up with the pace he was pull at, Legolas was completely lost to what was happening, his mind still reeling from earlier.

Yet when he thought that he had his balance and was able to keep up, he was thrown to the ground. Unable to catch himself this time, Legolas fell hard, his body landing on an uplifted root to a tree. Being that he was thrown forward his chest hit the root first. Legolas felt his breath fly from him, and heard a very audible crack.

Not good.

Legolas felt sharp shooting pain, but was not given time to think more about it as the man's voice was in his ear.

"Can you feel their eye's on you, my prince? Do you feel what they want from you?" The elf was not at all sure what he was talking about. And would have said so if he was given the chance, but he was not, they were moving again.

The dark man was still gripping his neck, and he still used it as a handle. Legolas was pulled up to his knees again; the hand sliding around to grip his throat and pulled the elf back against his chest. They stayed still for the moment. In the stillness and the silence Legolas was given a chance to process the question, and understood the implications.

He could feel again the cluster of bodies around him and the dark man. He could feel also the united excitement that seeped off of the crowd of men. He was sickened by the assault of it all. Yes he knew what they wanted of him. And he knew that he was to be left to them. He did not need any of the dark man's comments to understand what was to happen.

"You are sick!" Legolas did not know when he decided to speak. But now that the words had been said he did not stop. "You will die; my kin will hunt you down. And my father will kill you all!"

The dark man chuckled. "I do not doubt you. But I will have my revenge none the less. You will die, your father will suffer as I have suffered and that is all I care about."

"Why?" Legolas whispered. It was painful breathe and he did not have enough air to speak any louder. "Why are you doing this?" It was not the first time he had asked, but he was in need of some type of a reason.

The only answer he got was silence as his captor twisted him around and slammed his back against something hard. His chest hurt so bad it was hard to draw a breath and the pain only increased with the impact. Then he felt the rope about his neck tighten slightly and then seem to thicken. The ground beneath him seemed to sway and he thought for a moment he would black out. It took him a moment to process the fact that the Dark man had tied him to a tree by the leash about his neck.

I must hurt worse then I thought. There must be a broken rib and maybe a concussion?

Legolas's mind was working slowly in comparison to what was happening around him. So he felt his quick diagnosis was pretty accurate.

Taking as deep a breath as he could he calmed his racing heart and tried to clear his head. This done he was able to tell that he was alone, and when heard the dark man call out for them to set the perimeter and the guards for the night he knew he was going to be left alone for the night. Alone until some decided that they needed company. Legolas shudder at that thought. He would not admit it at loud be he did not want to be left alone.

"Will you not answer me?" Legolas gasped.

The dark man looked back at the elf. He was pleased with his display. And knew that the elf understood what he would endure this night. It was the first time in almost ten years that he felt happy. The elf king would suffer; he was actually excited to tell Thranduil of all that his son has endured at his hands.

"I know you hear me edan!" The elf rasped.

Well it won't hurt the plan to tell him now will it?

Legolas heard the man come back towards him. He was actually relieved. He did not like the man that was obvious, but he was very sure that he would suffer only as he had from this man, and as long as he stayed with the elf, the others would have to wait. Swallowing back the bile that rose at the thought of what was to come Legolas shifted were he sat. He was not going to find a comfortable position bound as he was. But he at least tried to sit up straighter to get the pressure off of his raw and had to be, bleeding throat.

"I heard you, Prince, but tell me why it is that I should tell you. I find your torment quite entertaining if you had not noticed before." There was a smile in the voice that Legolas heard. The man was standing right above him, not too close and yet not far away, either.

"You killed an innocent man, and are using me as a false ransom for my father. Yet I have heard no reason as to why!" Legolas paused to draw a breath. Sitting up straighter may have slightly helped his throat, but it was not at all helping his broken rib. "You may be stupid, edan, but you hardly seem crazy. There must be a reason?"

"You think so, prince?" He chuckled again, "Yes I have a reason. As do many against your father. But you being his son should know this."

"What are you talking about? I doubt that anything that my father has done would be so terrible that any sane person would find murder a reasonable punishment."

The laughter was gone from the voice when the answer came. Legolas was surprised at the answer as well and the venom that it was spoken with.

"Murder is a perfect punishment for murder!"

"Murder? You are insane; my father has killed no one in cold blood."

"Yes he is! He slaughters and kills as if it is nothing at all to him. You call him King and Father, but I see him as he is, a monster! A murdering, slaughtering monster!" The man shouted at the elf. Legolas heard a hush fall about him, and knew that the rest of the encampment was now listening.

"You can not be serious? He kills only if he has to." Legolas answered.

"You would of coarse defend him, as all the other have defended him. You are his son."

"I defend him because it is the truth, you are mistaken…" Legolas would have continued but he was distracted by the sudden impact his head had made first with a fist to his jaw then the tree to the back of his head.

"Shut up! Shut up!" The man was shouting again. All sense of control was gone from him. Even fighting off the effects of being struck so hard he thought his head would have spun right off of his shoulders; Legolas knew he was completely taken in his rage.

"You know nothing of what you are talking about, you will not be so completely confident in you so honorable King tomorrow. I will have him tell you. The last thing you will hear is his voice admitting that he is a murdering coward!"

"He will admit nothing!" Legolas tried to yell back, and was hit again. This time he tasted blood.

"You will see. You are just like him; to proud to admit you are wrong. You will see. Tomorrow night you will see."

Legolas could not believe this. He knew his father; he knew that he would never kill with out reason. He was not a murder. His captor was so sure that tomorrow he will find peace. But Legolas knew better. What ever the reason this man had for his rage it was going to kill him.

Legolas was about to reply back when to the amazement to everyone in the clearing a voice rang out from out of the darkness.

"You need not wait until tomorrow, Barack! I am here now!"

Legolas was stunned. In his misery and darkness, he had wished for that very voice. Thranduil had come a night early.

Yay! Here comes Thranduil. And I would not want to be the one to have to answer to a mad Thrandul. SO! There are the answer to a couple of questions from chapter 1. I want to thank you all for continuing the story! The next chapter will not be uploaded for about two weeks from now. Sorry, I had this one just about done when I uploaded chapter 1, and I still have to write chapter 3 But I will give you a treat. The next chapter will enter two characters they have been mentioned in the last chapter. There will also be a time laps. For two days before Thranduil's entrance. Wich might help answer the question "why is he early?" hmmm. Again I hoped you all liked this!