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Stitch Up My Empty Hands
***Legolas***
After I heard that Sam had tried to take Frodo from me, I was angry. Rarely have I felt such anger towards that red headed hobbit than to anyone else. Just hearing him speak made my blood boil. But Frodo had obviously taken care of him; Sam avoided us at all costs. Even though he never approached us, I shot him warning looks throughout breakfast.
~*~
The day's travel was weary, the overcast sky filled with fat gray clouds. They threatened to burst upon us, dumping loads of water upon our little group. There was tension in the air, and a suffocating silence. No one talked; we were all apprehensive for some reason; we knew the Orcs were near.
***Frodo***
I began to grow fidgety, the silence was weighing on me. My eyes wandered to the thick forest on both sides. Every few minutes I swear I saw shadows prowling along through the trees. I walked closer to Legolas, my hands weaving with his.
~*~
We had finally stopped in a clearing to rest, the Fellowship seating themselves on a log and a few rocks strewn about the empty area. My lover and I sat near Boromir and Aragon, my eyes watching Sam. He kept wringing his hands like nervous fool. A sudden feeling told me to take out my sword, the one that glowed when Orcs were near. I decided it probably needed cleaning anyway. But when I pulled it from its sheath, the blade glowed a bright and burning electric blue. I shrieked as a group of two or three Orcs suddenly appeared from the trees. A pair of strong hands gripped me and in no time, the rest of the Fellowship were fastened to trees and stripped of our weapons. We were captured.
***Legolas***
Fear seized me as I felt my wrists being roughly tied behind a tree and my quiver and bow torn from me. Then I saw him, the same Orc that raped me in the woods. He stood in front of me, a sadistic glint in his eyes. "My friends," He began in a horrid roar, "It seems as though the slut I raped in the woods has been caught again." He stalked towards me until I could feel his putrid breath on my face. "How about we have some fun again eh? My little pet?" He slapped me, I shrieked; crying in elvish. "No! Please! Not again! No!" He kicked me in the ribs. "Shut up you little whore!" He hissed maniacally. I bit my lip until I tasted my salty blood.
***Frodo***
I began to cry as I watched Legolas' clothes torn from his shaking form yet again. It was beginning to be too much. I watched as Sam stood beside some Orcs, a smug smile on his face. "YOU DID THIS YOU BASTARD!" I suddenly screamed at him, the Orc stepping from Legolas. Sam shrugged. "Why yes my dear Frodo. If I can't have you, no one can." He replied with a sneer. "I made a deal with the Orcs, I give them the ring and they kill your beloved Legolas." My eyes widened, flitting to the bruised and naked form of Legolas shaking at the foot of the tree he was once tied to. I struggled against the ropes holding me as the Orc lifted Legolas head with a sword tip, holding the sharp blade to his throat. Tears streamed down the elf's face, blood covering him. "Now my dear Legolas, it's time for you to say goodbye to your precious Frodo." Sam hissed, appearing at Legolas' side.
***Legolas***
Hearing Sam's voice in my ear made a sudden burst of anger stream through me. I suddenly grabbed the Orcs sword away, quickly killing him and holding the bloodstained sword to Sam's throat. "How dare you." I seethed. "P-please Legolas…don't kill me." Sam sniveled and I merely laughed sardonically. "Give me one good reason not to slit your miserable throat." I mockingly asked, lifting him and securing him to the tree. The other Orc ran at me, sword drawn. But my blade caught him in the stomach. By then, the Fellowship had freed themselves and were all around me. I broke down, exhaustion taking hold of me. Frodo came to me once more with a cloth to cover myself, as my clothing were torn from me yet again.
***Frodo***
I embraced my beloved Legolas, sobbing into his heaving chest. "Legolas, I'm so sorry." I cried, my voice muffled by his flesh. Suddenly, his long fingers lifted my chin; ruffling my hair. "It's alright Frodo, Sam is to blame for this." He said with a snarl, turning to the shaking hobbit. Aragorn approached him to untie him. "Leave him Aragorn, leave him for his precious Orcs to find him." I yelled, eyeing Sam angrily. Sam hung his head shamefully.
~*~
So we left Sam, walking farther to find another clearing to camp in for the night. Legolas was quite drained and climbed into his bedroll as soon as he ate a meager dinner. I followed, pulling the covers to our chins. "I love you Legolas, my beloved Prince." I whispered, kissing him passionately, our tongues wrestling in the night. He returned it while I pulled the covers over both of us with a sly smirk.
~The end.~
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