Legolas groaned, trying to wake himself up from his sleep. Stars appeared before his eyes and he was slowly coming to a few realizations. The first was that his eyes had been at least partially closed.

The second was that he couldn't move his arms.

He managed to give a small tug with his arm only to hear a clinking noise. Legolas glanced to see a chain circling both his wrists and that they were tied to each wall. The elf became more and more horrified as he wondered exactly what was going to happen to him.

'Could it be possible that it was Sauron that this Gothmog said wanted to see me? I think I remember someone saying that the gargoyles used to help him a long time ago,' he wondered.

Legolas' eyes cleared and he took the chance to get a better look at his surroundings. The room was dark and dank. A few bones were piled in the corners and a black liquid stained the floor. Legolas couldn't help but feel disgusted and almost threw up from the sight though something kept him from doing so.

'This is definitely not going to turn out well,' he thought.

He suddenly heard noises, along with voices, coming from behind him. No, Legolas realized, the voices were more like snarling. Fear began to overwhelm the elf for he knew bad orcs could be.

"Looks like we got ourselves some nice meat," one growled.

"We're not allowed to eat him. When he arrived, we were given instructions not to. In fact, we were told to get information out of him, unlike the other one we brought in," the other said.

'What other one are they talking about?' Legolas wondered.

The two orcs moved enough to face the elf. One smacked him across the face and Legolas felt his head move to the side with little resistance.

"Why are you here?" the orc asked.

"I don't know, you filth, you're the ones who brought me," Legolas retorted.

The orc smirked as he began to circle the elf, taking note of every movement and reaction. The elf carefully watched both orcs, unsure what to expect from either of them.

"My name is Shagrat and something tells me that I'm going to have a lot of fun. Gothmog told me a few interesting things about you," Shagrat quietly told him.

He had leaned in closer to Legolas, who was visibly disgusted by the nearness and stench of the orc. Shagrat soon grabbed a dagger from his belt and began to scrape Legolas' arm. Blood began to drip from the small wound and Legolas gritted his teeth at the pain.

"Do not worry, this won't hurt a bit," the orc assured him.

The orc defined the statement by punching Legolas right in the chest. The air whooshed out of the elf's lungs and he knew he was in for a rough time.

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Aragorn stormed into the main hall of Minas Tirith, coming face to face with both Gandalf and Gimli. Elladan and Elrohir quickly followed him, both appearing nervous over what Aragorn's reaction was going to be.

"Where is he?" demanded Aragorn.

"Where is who exactly?" questioned Gimli.

"Legolas. He is nowhere to be found," Aragorn angrily replied.

The istari and dwarf glanced at each other, instantly becoming worried over the inquiry. Gandalf stepped closer to him, hoping that nothing too serious happened.

"I have not seen him for some time," Gandalf told him.

Aragorn glanced at Gimli, who shook his head. The man twirled around to face the twins, storming right between them and out the door. Gimli watched him leave, moving closer towards the door.

"Even though I haven't known the Elf that long, I haven't known him to make a mistake like this," the dwarf said.

Gandalf didn't reply, heading after Aragorn himself. The two brothers and Gimli soon followed him, knowing fully what they might find.

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Aragorn moved over the dead bodies remaining on the battlefield. There were only a few moving over the bodies to see if there was anyone still left alive. So far, there had been no sign of Legolas yet Aragorn knew he was far from giving up hope.

"Aragorn," he soon heard.

He barely took notice of Gandalf as he rushed up to the man side. The astari rolled his eyes slightly as Aragorn didn't even slow down before grabbing the man's shoulders.

"Listen to me! I know you care for Legolas but there's nothing you can do if you get yourself injured or worn out! It will take time to scour the field and you are needed elsewhere. We shall discuss his apparent disappearance at a more convenient time," Gandalf snapped at him.

Aragorn appeared upset over Gandalf's words for he desperately wanted to find his friend but at the same time, he knew the expressions of concern were justified. As much he didn't like it, he would comply with the requests. Pippin soon passed the group, calling out for Merry. Elrohir glanced in Pippin's direction as he and the others headed back towards the citadel.

'I hope he is not disappointed in his search,' he thought.

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Legolas slumped over in his chains, the pain reeling through his body. He wasn't sure how much longer he could handle this torture. The sweat poured down his face as he tried not to think about the pain.

Pain: that was an all too familiar sensation but nothing he ever suffered had quite prepared him for this. The orc snickered, carefully eyeing the elf and watching for any sudden reaction.

"Listen, you're going to have to talk sooner or later but by what we've been told, there's no progress like this," the orc finally said.

Legolas lifted his head slightly, gritting his teeth. He attempted appear defiant but wasn't sure how well it was working.

"You will never break me down. You would not learn anything useful from me," Legolas snorted.

Both orcs glanced at each other and gave a small smile before a voice began to fill the room. The elf frantically looked around, wondering who it was and where it was coming from for the orcs weren't moving their mouths.

'Listen carefully, you know not what you are and you know nothing about the gargoyles. You shall become my slave!' the voice said, emphasizing the last word.

Legolas gasped as the area before his eyes darkened until a tower with an eye sitting on top appeared before him. It scrutinized every inch of his body, making Legolas nervous and every single muscle in his body to tense up.

'You shall serve me,' the eye told him.

Before could respond to anything, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. His mind snapped back to reality to find Shagrat hovering over him, a grin sitting on his face. With wide eyes, Legolas glanced down to find a dagger protruding from his abdomen. Blood seeped freely from around the dagger as Legolas quickened his breathing. The only thing that crossed his mind was the idea that he was going to die.

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"Merry!" cried Pippin.

The young hobbit frantically searched everywhere for his friend but to avail. It was slowly becoming dark and Pippin knew that if he didn't find Merry soon, it could be too late. Pippin soon turned around and found Merry lying underneath one of the immense creatures.

"Merry!" Pippin yelled.

He pushed the massive being off his friend, who opened his eyes. Merry gave a weak smile.

"I knew you'd find me," Merry quietly said.

"At least you've been found. By what I overheard earlier, Legolas is missing," Pippin told him.

If Merry was surprised, he didn't show it. He slowly climbed to his feet and they began to make their way towards the citadel. To Pippin, it appeared as if Merry was thinking about something, as if trying to recall a lost memory.

"What is it Merry?" Pippin inquired.

"He's not here. Legolas isn't here. He was taken from this field a long time ago," Merry finally muttered.

Pippin appeared horrified; stopping dead in his tracks with Merry still slumped beside him. The younger hobbit glanced towards Minas Tirith, a feeling of dread overwhelming him.

'No one's going to like that bit of news,' Pippin thought.

TBC…