Eep…this is my second attempt at slash…again, quite mild. I don't write explicit stuff. Legolas/Frodo (My fave slash coupling) I hope you like this story. Thoughts are in Italics, alternating POVs are indicated with ***s.
Disclaimer: I own nothing…Tolkein is a genius and owns all the characters.
Stitch Hands up My Empty Hands
***Legolas***
Something wasn't right today, I could feel it. Ever since I had woken up, a dark shadow loomed over me. I told Aragon, he laughed and playfully shoved me. "Oh Legolas, I'm sure it's nothing." He smiled and I smiled back, still not convinced. But I decided to keep it to myself. We walked on through a forest. The Orcs were not far behind us; the rest of the Fellowship and I knew this. Frodo kept looking at me strangely, finally asking, "M'Friend, you seem so shifty this midsummer's day. What is troubling you?" He smiled, I suddenly felt all right again. That smile. It was so dazzlingly white. "I just have a feeling. Something doesn't feel right." I replied absently. Frodo nodded and walked on.
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That night, I had first watch. I helped everyone set up camp and went off to fetch some firewood. I heard rustling in the bushes, whispers. Quickly, I decided to return to camp. I began to run, I heard running footsteps behind me. My feet just suddenly stopped working, I tripped over a stone. All at once, I felt the damp soil against my cheek and a roar that nearly deafened me. I screamed for help, praying that they would hear me. But then I realized I was too far away, no one could help me now. Then I felt rough hands pick me up, tossing me against a tree. Pain washed over me as my head snapped against the hard bark. I slid down the trunk, resting on the grass. I opened my eyes in time to see a large Orc looming over me with an evil smile on its face. I heard a whisper in my ear as it bent down to me.
"You're mine now you pretty little thing."
I tensed as it tore at my clothing, my worst nightmare was coming true. He hurt me, the pain and shame was unbearable. I woke up to see the creature was gone, left me to die no doubt. Tears stung my eyes as I curled into the fetal position. What was left of my clothes, which were only a few rags, were strewn about my shaking body. I began to sob. My dignity was stolen from me, and fear overtook me.
***Frodo***
I was beginning to worry. Legolas had been gone longer than he should have. Aragon began to pace. "I have to go look for him, Frodo come with me." He suddenly announced. I meekly nodded and followed behind him. We walked through the forest, Legolas' fresh footprints still imprinted in the soil, damp from the previous shower. Suddenly we heard a soft cry echo through the forest. Like a shot, Aragon was off. We soon came upon a sight that made my eyes widen. Legolas was lying on the ground, his torn clothing strew around him. There were bruises and cuts everywhere on his body. He was whimpering softly. I walked over to him slowly and touched his shoulder. Legolas pulled away in fear. "What's the matter? It's me…Frodo." I bent down farther and his shocking green eyes looked up at me. There was fear there, and shame, and grief. Something terrible had happened. "W-Who did this to you?" I stammered, Legolas flinched. "O-Orcs." He whispered as Aragon gently picked his frail body up from the ground and began to walk towards camp. I scuttled after them, worry clouding my thoughts. I was so afraid.
To Be Continued
So…didja like it so far? I hope so. R&R!
