A/N: I must say that having such support from people have made me more enthusiastic about writing. Thank you to Jessie and Colt, you really give me inspiration with your wonderful reviews. And I'm sorry to say this, but aliens in my story will be abducting nobody. I know, I wish it could happen, but, my plot bunnies just won't allow it. I hope I don't disappoint you with anything though. MY FEET HURT!!!! Well that was out of the blue. Anywho, thank you to the rest of my reviewers. Here's the next chapter. Please R&R.=^.^=

Aragorn screamed in rage as he saw the evil one kissing his elf. Untangling himself from Traurig he leapt up and grabbed his sword with only one though on his mind. Killing the one who would dare kidnap and torture Legolas.

Antatar was more than ready to fight for what he deemed his. He had spent too much time and effort into capturing his little dove to let some upstart human steal him away. He would not let all the years spent planning and gathering power be for nothing. Legolas would be his and anyone who had the audacity to challenge him on the subject would die horrible and terrible deaths. This man would be the first one. He would scream and beg until his throat was hoarse and still Antatar wouldn't stop. Nobody crossed him and lived. For very long that is.

Leaving Legolas chained and miserable he snatched up the first weapon that came to hand. His whip. Throwing it over his shoulder he readied it to hit the insolent human running at him. At the last moment he tugged on it to snatch the sword out of the humans hands. It didn't move. Yanking on it once again, but fearing it was to late; he rolled to his right just barely missing a sword thrust through his heart. As it was he got stabbed through the arm. He winced as blood streamed from the wound, painting his expensive carpets crimson. That man would pay. Nobody drew his blood and lived.

His cold eyes whipped back and forth looking for a way to get out of this mess. Ah, there was the solution to his problem. It was ornate dagger Legolas had been eyeing. Now how to get it with out the man knowing his intentions.

He moved slowly in the direction of his salvation, the man pivoting to watch. Antatar knew that he only had one chance, if he screwed this up he was doomed to whatever death Legolas and this man had in store for him. Likely it would not be a pleasant death.

He was almost in the correct spot. Just a little bit further and he could make a grab for it. Slowly, watching the man who would dare try to steal his Legolas, he got into alignment with the dagger. He would have to be fast, faster than he ever had been before. Patience had always been his best virtue, and he would need his patience now so as to not blotch this up.

Almost faster than the eye could follow Antatar made his move. Perfect as always he snatched up the dagger and prepared to lunge. There was just one problem, his foot wouldn't move. Someone had latched onto his ankle. That someone was Traurig. The forgotten ex slave had chosen that moment to remind everybody of his presence. By yanking the cause of all their problems to the richly ornamented floor.

Antatar cursed wildly at himself for forgetting that the other man was here. Kicking, he wiggled out of the grasp that held his foot and looked around for a way to escape the sword of the vengeful man above him.

Kicking his feet in a movement meant half to gain momentum and half to distract he rolled toward the doorway, still wondering how these men had managed to so easily outwit him. As he rolled he ran into something he had forgotten about in his haste to get away. It was a tassel hanging from one of the tapestries on his wall. It also doubled as a bell pull to summon his guards.

Smiling evilly, thinking he had finally won, Antatar yanked sharply at the tassel, his panic ebbing as the sharp peals of the bell resounded through his newly acquired fort. His guards would be here soon. Now he just had to survive until then.

It wouldn't be too hard, Antatar mused. In his haste to escape his death he had forgotten a most important fact. A thing he had used many times to fend off difficult enemies many times. It would again take patience and the hope that these men would fail to arrogance as most men did.

" Hear me man, I have a proposition for you."

"And what would that be evil one? I do not wish to tarry here any longer than need be."

A slow smirk crept across Antatar's features and quickly disappeared lest he alert the man to his intentions. This would be too easy. Long years and many battles such as this had taught Antatar a few things. Two of these were that he could almost always rely on the pride and arrogance of men. And if he could not? Well that didn't matter, it was always a good way to stall in a pinch.

" I challenge you to a fight. If you win you can have your precious whore..." Antatar chuckled sadistically at the rage displayed upon the man's face and equally at the shame upon the elf's. " No that if you back down I can simply have my guards cut you down and then you will have no choice in the matter."

"If this is so then why do you offer us this chance. Surely you would prefer to outnumber us and be positive of a victory? I trust you not, nor do I trust this plan of yours. Aragorn listen to me before you make any decisions, it is not Antatar's way to do such things. I am sure he has an alternative motive else he would never offer this to us. I believe he does not have as much men to that would rally to him as he would have us think."

"Aye, I do believe you are right Traurig. I do not trust him either." Turning to face Antatar more directly he gave his answer. "I have listened well to my friend's advice and while I admit my first instinct was to agree I now see the wisdom in his words. I will no sooner fight a dual with you than I would kill my father."

Antatar growled in rage he had been so sure the man would give in. He was too honourable for his own good. It was of no consequence now though, his guards were here and while he couldn't beat them he would at least be able to get away.

As long as he got away he would make sure the elf become his. No matter what happened, he would succeed. He did have eternity after all. One battle lost now may mean a war won later. You just wait my dove, I'll get you yet, and your little human too.

TBC

A/N: Please don't ask, I don't know why I ended it like that. For some strange unknown reason I've decided to end this chapter here. Horrible place for an ending, huh? And an odd way to end it too. Don't worry I'll update soon.

By the way, about the flame. That was just my best friend, who happens to be a hard core Christian, making a joke. I told her not to read this story, but did she listen? Even if it wasn't her I would have laughed. I find flamers extremely funny. Flame me! Flame me! Give me a laugh. A review would be better but if you did both... In case anyone noticed how she called me George I think I'll just tell you that that's not my real name. I'm a girl. Go me! It's just a nickname. I love flamers. The other day I noticed a new review on my one of my other stories and found out that I had forgotten to read some old reviews. One of them was a flame. I was so happy. I love flames. If review, or flame, I'll write more. Soon. I promise. I may not if you don't and I mean it. I'm this close to discontinuing this story. Well not really but I do have some others that I should finish. I leave the choice up to you.=^.^=