Give Me a Reason Why By: Kuroi Atropos

Warnings: Slash, rape, AU, time/dimension jumps and insanity

Summery/Pairings/Disclaimer: Read Chapter One.

Dedications. To everyone who kept reviewing, to everyone who liked the story.

I apologize whole heartedly for the length of time it has taken me to update this. In the past few months there have been many upheavals in my life and I don't want to bore you with them but needless to say to me they were worth the time it's taken me to sort myself out enough to write. It has also given me lots of material to use in my stories so expect frequent updates from now on. I'll work it out so that I can at least update once a week. Thank you for all your patience and I hope that this has been worth your wait.

"Common tongue" 'Elvish' /Dark Language/ Thoughts **Flashbacks, PoV and Scene Changes**

**Chapter 2**

Legolas pushed himself up feeling more sore then he'd felt in an entire lifetime of practice with his bow.

He rubbed his temples as he stared at the rather gaudily decorated room he was sitting in, despite the additional pain his head was in from the sun glinting off of every surface.

There were piles of loose precious metals and cut gems, heaps of fine cloths, finely crafted delicate looking elfish furniture packed into every corner, dwarfish jewelry draped over every available surface. The walls were covered in gorgeous tapestries which were hung by swords with intricate gem studded hilts stabbed into the walls.

Legolas pushed himself over to the edge of the gigantic bed, looking back at it as he slid off he realized he'd been lying on slippery silks, soft furs and lush velvets.

His feet had barely touched the floor when the doors to the room burst open reveling an elf with black hair and fire red eyes dressed opulently in a black robe which seemed to move around him as if they were alive. A simple gold circlet sat upon his brow.

"You are finally awake! I had worried that my orcs had injured you beyond my healers ability to handle, but you seem fine." Legolas looked at the strange elf warily, the last thing he remembered was passing out while fighting Sauron. "You look scared, Legolas, is it not?"

Legolas nodded keeping an eye on the odd elf.

"Don't be, scared, I mean, you're not a prisoner, I won't hurt you."

Legolas tilted his head over to the side.

"If I'm not a prisoner, and you won't hurt me, then you should have no objections to my leaving now." The other elf let loose a shiver inducing laugh and before Legolas could blink was less then a foot in front of him.

Legolas felt something surround him holding him still and as fiery eyes met his a hand moved up to caress his cheek. "Oh Legolas, perhaps I should amend my statement. I will not hurt you unless you force me, but your friends, family, and that bastard Elrond, are fair game."

The hand on his cheek tightened and his mind overloaded.

*Arwen screaming as twisted, flaming red blades were stabbed through her.*

*Galadriel, glowing an eerie green shade with her ring ablaze on an outstretched hand standing against a legion of elves led by Haldir and Celeborn.*

*Elladan and Elohir and a dozen of Rivendell's finest holding ground against a wall of fire and orcs as hobbits and human children ran towards the edges of Rivendell behind them.*

*His father's palace highlighted by a setting blood red sun and the smoke and flames of the burning Mirkwood forest.*

*Elrond, bloody and forced by chains to his knees on a raised circular platform in a circle of sunlight, the center piece in a circular torture chamber filled to the brim with elvish screams, Glorfindel's body hung by chains above him.*

* Rivendell being ravaged. The fauna shrinking and dying as the dark's poison seeped from every new brick added. The unearthly Hall of Fire turned into a sickening, twisted throne room with blood dyed tapestries and chains hanging from the walls and ceiling, a raised throne at the front on a stepped dais. Hooks on the floor before the throne already held prisoners, Aragorn, Boromir.*

*The elf in front of him smiling gleefully as he ran his hands over Legolas's unconscious form as it floated through rapidly changing corridors to doors Legolas intimately knew, through them to hold him tightly as Orcs and human slaves hastily dumped vast riches and transformed the elegantly beautiful rooms of Rivendell's Lord to wealth crammed rooms of Sauron's new pet.*

As the images stopped assaulting him his legs gave out. Before he could touch the ground strong arms swept him up and laid him gently on the soft bed.

"Is it not grand? A world reshaped, everything in my grasp. You will have anything you desire at my arm, in my arms... You will be the most envied creature in the universe. And through you I will see not just the defeat of my foes but their utter devastation!"

"Sauron.." Legolas whispered, to weak to fight despite seeing the visions and gleeful pride in the fire eyes the Dark Lord through the form he wore.

Legolas fought back panic as the dark figure leaned down and pressed a phantom kiss to his lips.

"Imagine how grand it will be, the races of earth supplicating themselves to me, each of those great, oh so righteous high and mighty Elvish lords and ladies will be draped at my feet, beaten, defeated, and chained. While you, you my precious gem, will be draped across my lap, swathed in the emeralds of your eyes and the gold of your hair. How degrading it will be for them to see you at my side unchained, willingly. Gorgeous gem that you are, absolutely beautiful and so close to so many of the fools who have tried to stand against me. Son of that bastard Thranduil, lover of that incompetent Elrond. You with Isoldur's heir and that glowing bitch's grandchildren will destroy the spirit of the last great elves."

"I would rather die then willingly help you! As would Aragorn, Arwen, Elohir and Elladan!" Legolas could still barely move and the small act of defiance took all of his remaining strength.

"I've certainly heard that one enough, and I've always gotten what I wanted. I have Gondor's Boromir coerced into my hands, Isoldur's heir is not far behind him, his lover and her precious brother's won't last any longer then him, Glorfindel's dead again, let us hope for his sake that he stays that way. Celeborn and Haldir are already falling against the might of Galadriel. Those halflings will make nice slaves, would you like some?"

Legolas's eyes were answer enough as the growing sick feeling in his stomach intensified at the thought of owning the small, happy, innocent hobbits, or any other living being for that matter.

"Pity you don't want them, perhaps my Uruk Hai or Nazgul will want them. What do you think?"

Legolas swallowed as best as his dry throat would allow before he managed to answer. "\I'll take them."

"I thought you might. So innocent they are, I doubt my Nazgul would want them anyway, so small, I doubt they'd be good for anything but the most basic of house keeping chores. Well, how many do you want? Ten, Fifteen? Do you want the three that were here in attendance?"

"Five.." Legolas bearly managed to croak out, his sore throat and voice nearly gone as blackness began to creep into the edges of his vision..

"What was that my Gem? You only want five?"

"No, there..?" Legolas coughed for a moment before managing to go on. "There were five under the hospitality of Elrond."

"Ah, well, the old one was useless no matter how you looked at it so it was removed, but even he hadn't been so decrepit, he had worn My Ring, and any who posses the audacity to believe that My Ring serves them must be removed, so he would have died as I killed that other one who had dared to claim possession of my ring."

Legolas held back the screams that tried to fight up his raw throat. Bilbo and Frodo, gone just like that.

This couldn't be.

By the Valar, this was impossible...

The hobbits were no threat, especially now that Sauron had his ring.

They were so innocent.

If he could save any of them, he would..

As many as he could protect, he would, he struck out with as much will power as he could muster at the darkness spreading across his vision but wasn't strong enough to last. He couldn't let Sauron decide how many he could save. He had to get the strength quickly.

"I'll take them all."

The darkness and Sauron's nightmare inducing laughter finally took the last of his stubborn wakefulness and he passed into the realms of dreams with Sauron's devastating but slightly reassuring words filling his mind.

"As you wish it, my Gem."

*****

Elrond barely felt the throbbing pain which was his body as the events of the longest time in his played through his mind.. Shorter, yet fuller then the combined centuries before them the last hours were nightmares worthy of death by grief.

Rivendell fallen, Legolas grasped in the hands of Sauron, Glorfindel's screaming a kicking body being dragged on chains above him, his heart's blood dripping his life onto Elrond as Nazgul used him for target practice, finally succumbing to death as the Ring Wraiths drove poisoned blades through his body again and again.

"Well Elrond, it seems I've won in the end!" Elrond didn't bother to look up at the face that surely matched the mocking tone.

"What, no 'You will never win you monster!' speeches? Elrond, your lack of spirit disappoints me, I'd hoped for some more fun in breaking you."

Elrond's eyes remained on the floor.

"Well, even if you disappoint me, your lover doesn't, oh, wait, that's right, he's no longer yours, he's mine!"

At this Elrond id bring his eyes up to meet Sauron's. "Legolas, will never be yours."

"Oh, now, are you sure about that? He seems perfectly content on my bed!"

Elrond lunged at Sauron, only to be thrown to the floor by the chains that bound him to the center of the raised dais in the center of the torture chamber. "On your bed, not in it Sauron. For Legolas is not the type to be swayed by jewels or trinkets, his distaste for his father shows that aplenty! He would rather die then join with any who would do as you do. Torture, murder, slaving."

Sauron threw back his head and laughed, the noise echoing in the torture chamber, momentarily halting the torture as dark creatures turned to see what so amused their lord.

"Are you so sure, Elrond? So sure of yourself and your charms or even your love. I come down to the bowels of my new domain not just to break you, but to gather the servants of My Gem. Never will he left a finger except to pleasure me."

"And I'm sure that this was all your idea, for my Legolas, refuses to be coddled, protected or waited upon, he serves himself."

"Hmm, deluded fool, I bring him every captured hobbit, and I gather new orcs to fetch him the rest, at his wish."

Elrond's heart froze.

No, Legolas..

"You lie! Legolas wouldn't! He couldn't!"

"Oh, but I don't! He wanted them all, to be his personal slaves, and he shall have them, as he shall be treated and treasured the way you should have, perhaps then, he would not be so fast to swoon into my arms, Elrond. The entirety of Middle Earth is won now in his name, for he is the greatest prize that I have received, the Jewel Prince of the elves."

The hatred in Elrond's eyes blazed brighter and brighter with each word, by the last his eyes rivaled the flame of Sauron's.

Sauron laughed again and pulled out a small Mithril box. "I believe I have found the perfect binding ring as well, thank you ever so much for leaving it in your nightstand."

The light in his eyes was quickly doused by despair, and his heart began to sink as he recognized the box.

Suaron flicked open the box to reveal Vilya, the Elvish Ring gifted to Elrond by Gil-Galad when the Last Alliance was still fact.

Elrond's heart burst, and tears forced themselves out of his eyes. In his wish to keep a piece of his past lover and King near him, he had doomed his current.

The ring, Suaron would own Legolas's mind.

He screamed, and kept screaming as Suaron's laughter faded, as troops of Orcs formally his bright Elvish warriors were released onto the world to hunt, and as goblins prodded and whipped the hobbits towards there enslaved servitude.

***** End Chapter Two *****

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