Why hello AGAIN:D Long time no...uh...read? I guess. Uh, I still hope I have some readers. I'm sorry I take so long to write these chapters, but they're good, right? I think they are... I like this chapter, alot. I don't really know why, but I do. And it's pretty long for something I write. Usually my chapters are like...a page. This one was 4 and a half. Yessss. Well, that's all for this. :D R&R my good people!
Disclaimer: Of course I own Lord of the Rings! I wouldn't be writing about it if I didn't own the movies! Urgh. No. I don't own the actual copyright for them and what not. But I do own the extended edition boxset. Yessss.

Staring up at his arms, which were really starting to pain him, he hoped that some how, the knife that was still in his arm would just magically fallout. Maybe he could use some of that Elf magic that everyone seems to believe he has. Looking away, he stared towards the door, or at least where he thought the door would be, and sighed heavily. Legolas knew that he would have to get some rest, but he really didn't want too. Being awoken by Saruman isn't his idea of pleasant. Letting out another heavy sigh, he decided that it would be smart if he slept. Soon enough, he fell into a deep sleep, letting his wounds heal.

Unfortunately, Saruman had a different idea in mind.

Hearing loud, heavy, footsteps trampling down the hallway, Legolas quickly lifted his head up, staring over at the door. Are they returning already? He thought to himself, hoping that it wasn't Saruman and his Urak-hai. His wounds still weren't even close to being healed, though he they had time to heal.

Soon enough, the footsteps had stopped and he heard the door being unlocked then flung open. Five Urak-hai walked into the room, followed by Saruman who was holding a torch. The room was illuminated which gave the elf a good look, having to see the thing he feared most. Legolas' eyes widened when he saw Aragorn and Gimli dragged into the room, practically half dead. Immediately, he began to pull on his restraints, as if they'll decide to let him go.

"Aragorn! Gimli!" Legolas shouted, pulling as hard as he could on the chains. Watching an elf fail made Saruman laugh; it was the one thing that he absolutely enjoyed to watch. It was even more entertaining seeing the Prince of Mirkwood failing. The Istar let out a few chuckles while looking over at the Urak-hai, then at Legolas.

"Is it sad to see your friends in such a sorry state, Legolas?" Saruman asked, slowly making his way over to the Elf, who stopped struggling against the chains as soon as he began to walk near him, "I assume it is."

"Why did you bring them here?" Legolas asked, glaring at the Wizard.

"They were starting to become a nuisance." He responded, smirking a bit.

"So you bring them here to annoy you?" Saruman just laughed and shook his head a bit.

"Elves can be so unintelligent, though they say they are the smartest." He said while the smirk began to turn into a smile. "I've brought them here to hurt them." Saruman told him, beginning to lean a bit closer to Legolas, his voice turning into a whisper. "I've brought them here to kill them." The wizard told him, and then went back to his original stance, smiling widely. As soon he said the world 'kill', Legolas' eyes went wide, once again, and he began to struggle against the restraints.

"Leave them alone!" He shouted while trying to slip his hands out of the cuff's that were attached to the chains. Glancing down at his friends, he noticed Aragorn move his head a bit before letting out a loud groan. Apparently, he was unconscious. The human slowly moved his hand to his head while opening his eyes, getting a good look around the cell he was in. After a few moments, he noticed Legolas across the way from him.

"Legolas!" He said, completely ignoring the pain his head was in and scanned over the elf's wounds. Aragorn frowned at the sight, causing him to look down at the ground. It was always hard for him to look at the wounds Legolas would receive from being captured. Elves weren't meant to look beat up and in pain, and at the moment, that was all the Legolas was showing.

When the human looked away, Legolas looked over at Saruman, who was ordering an Urak-hai to fetch some rope. Saruman spotted the elf staring him, which caused him to look at him for a moment, then over at Aragorn. "Oh…good to see you're awake, Aragorn. How is the dwarf?" He asked, sounding like he some-what cared.

"It doesn't matter. You will hurt him conscious or not." Aragorn told him, glaring.

"Why yes, that is true." Saruman said nodding a bit. "But, who knows when the dwarf will awake? It's not very entertaining to watch when they're unconscious…so, I believe we shall begin with you." He said to the human, smiling a bit. When the Urak-hai returned, rope in hand, he walked over to Aragorn and tied his hands behind his back. "Pull him up." He commanded and walked over to Legolas. "I hope you enjoyed seeing your friend somewhat alive."

Turning his head back over to face Legolas, Aragorn kept his eyes on the elf's, giving his friend a look that said everything would be okay. But Legolas knew that it was just an act and that deep in Aragorn's heart he knew that it wouldn't. Saruman wasn't the most lenient wizard in Middle Earth. If he wanted someone dead, then he would defiantly kill them with no second thoughts about it. Hearing something being dragged on the ground, Legolas knew that it was the table they kept all their weapons, if you could call them that, on.

"Ah. Shall we begin then?" Saruman asked, smiling a bit and stepping aside for the Urak-hai to take over. The prince watched him grab a whip and walk over to Aragorn, kicking Gimli out of the way. Of course they would choose the whip first. It was always the first weapon one would use to torture someone. But, Legolas only knew that from experience. Of all the times he was captured, they would always use the whip first. Why? He was never exactly sure. Maybe it was because it hurt, but it wasn't enough to kill them; and most of the time when someone captures another, they don't want them the captive dead. Most is the key word.

Each time Aragorn was struck by the weapon, Legolas' frown grew a bit more. He thought that it his mouth would be touching the ground from him frowning so much. Legolas didn't like seeing his friend unable to do anything. The whole reason why his friend couldn't do anything…was because of him. It was his fault that he was reckless during the battle. It was his fault that he allowed the Urak-hai to take him to Isengard. And most of all, it was his fault that Aragorn and Gimli were there.

After the human's back was completely bloody and welted, the Urak-hai stopped and switched over to using a flail. Hit, after hit, after hit, Legolas watched Strider's face cringe in pain and clench his eyes shut. In the middle of Aragorn's 'session', Gimli woke up which gave him a few moments to let himself re-prepare for what was to come. Yes, Aragorn thought it would be painful, and he knew what he had in store for him, but no matter how many times he would be tortured, it wouldn't stop hurting. Looking up again at Legolas, he gave him a reassuring smile and then looked over at Gimli, who was being stubborn again.

"Be quiet, you obnoxious dwarf!" Saruman shouted and tapped his staff on the ground, causing Gimli to be completely still. "I knew I should have left you out there…" He mumbled and turned to a near by Urak-hai, and then began to whisper to him as well. Legolas was about to listen to what the wizard was saying, he heard Aragorn let out a loud moan of pain, and instantly looked over to him. He didn't want to say anything, since if he did, Saruman might hurt all three of them even worse that he was going too, and he didn't want to inflict any more pain on Aragorn.

Legolas watched the Urak-hai leave the room, wondering what he was going to do, or fetch. "What do you plan to do, Saruman?"

"Now, if I told you, that would ruin it." The wizard responded and turned towards Aragorn and Gimli. He tapped his staff on the ground once again, causing Gimli to fly up from the ground and into the wall. "Is it true that an elf befriended a dwarf?" Saruman asked, turning his head just enough to see Legolas. But the elf did nothing, he just continued to grip the chains above him and stare at Aragorn, then Gimli. "Is it?" He asked once more, waiting for a response. But, the answer never came. "Prince Legolas, you're just causing them more pain by being stubborn."

Legolas looked over to Aragorn and saw him shake his head. He wouldn't give Saruman the pleasure over knowing that he became companion's with a dwarf, which was basically a taboo for elves. Before Saruman could ask once again, the Urak-hai came back with two blades in hand; Legolas' elven blades. One blade was still silver and the other was orange, which meant that it just came from a fire. "Not going to speak, are you Elf?" Saruman nodded and grabbed the cool knife and inspected it for a moment. "Fine craftsmanship. You elves really can make exceptional weaponry…" He said. Quickly, Saruman took the knife and jabbed it through Gimli's armor, stabbing his heart. Legolas' eyes widened and his jaw dropped at the sight. Gimli had just been killed with his own weapon. And whose fault was it again? It was his. It was Legolas'.

Once again, he began to pull against his chains, trying to get away from them and over to Gimli, but there was no point. He was stuck there and Gimli was dead. Saruman set the knife down on the table and stepped aside, again, for the Urak-hai to begin. The creature grinned widely and walked over to Aragorn. Whatever was coming next, Legolas didn't want to see. But, Legolas would watch it. Though Aragorn was getting the physical pain, Legolas was getting the mental and emotional, and he wouldn't just leave Aragorn to suffer through it all by himself.

Soon enough, the Urak-hai began to slash and cut at the human's back with the hot knife, smiling each time Aragorn would flinch or let out a sound; even if it was just a little one. Legolas knew that if they continued any longer, Aragorn would pass out, and didn't want that to happen, since the next time he would wake up they would continue. He had to do something. But there wasn't much he could do, unless his elf magic kicked in, of course. "Stop it!" He shouted over to Saruman, causing everyone, excluding Gimli, to look over at him.

"Be quiet, Legolas!" Aragorn quickly blurted out, though in utter pain. Instead of listening, he just kept on speaking.

"He has no reason to be here, and you know it. You are just doing this to spite me." Legolas spat, glancing at his friend for a split second, then went back to glaring at Saruman.

"Hm…" The Istar began, stroking his long white beard. "Well, dear Prince, you do have a point." He said, still stroking his beard. "Aragorn has no reason to be here…" Pause. "Kill him." Hearing those two words, Legolas' eyes widened once again and he began to pull on the chains, trying his hardest to get to his friend. Before Aragorn could even attempt to move, the Urak-hai took the knife and slid it across the human's throat.

Seeing the sight of Aragorn being killed, Legolas jolted awake and looked frantically around the dark room. Saruman was a tricky man. First he made Legolas remember something he chose to forget, and then he made him dream about his biggest fear. What if that was to be Aragorn and Gimli's fate? How would he ever be able to live with himself? Sighing heavily, Legolas let his head fall forward and just hang there. He felt…defeated, and he didn't even know why. It was probably because if they did get captured, he knew that it would be his fault. No matter how many times they would tell him it wasn't, they all knew it was.

Even when I could be in danger of turning into something I despise, I still cannot help but worry about someone else… It was very like him. Legolas could be dying and he would still be concerned for someone else. His father always said that it would get him into trouble one day. Apparently, he was right. Pushing that thought of his mind, Legolas looked up from the ground and began to stare at the door, once again. He would do anything for some glimpse of light. Especially since he didn't know how wounded his arms were, and those were the things he needed most.

After another hour or so, he assumed, Legolas finally saw the thing he had been hoping for the whole time. Light. The door to his cell swung open and in walked Saruman with two Urak-hai. The elf remembered the one. His name was Durlug and he was the one that was in charge of getting Legolas to Isengard. "Nice t' see ya again." Durlug said and grinned widely, showing off his rotting teeth. Just looking at the creatures teeth made Legolas' stomach turn. He didn't want his teeth to look like…that.

Before responding to him, the Prince made a face of disgust and shook his head, "I cannot say the same for you." He said. Durlug's smile turned into a face of annoyance and anger, and then stepped away from Legolas. "Le hannon." He mumbled and looked over at Saruman, who was just watching him like an animal. Soon, he moved his gaze from Legolas' eyes and moved them up to his arm.

"Ah, could you not use your Elf magic to get the dagger out?" The wizard asked, walking over to Legolas while staring at the weapon. Legolas rolled his eyes very slightly and looked at something besides Saruman. Ignorant people who mentioned him and his 'elf magic' really annoyed him. Ignorance, in general, annoyed him. "I assume not." Saruman said and yanked it out, staring at the blood on the blade once out, and passed the knife over to Durlug. "Like we spoke about, Durlug." Saruman commanded. Let the process begin… He thought to himself, smirking a bit.

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