Note: This takes place about three days after Repercussions. Only Sarag is my original creation! Violence and rape mentioned! Shounen ai! And I don't think I will make the rest of this story a song fic, but each chapter will still be told from a different POV. This chapter is Legolas's POV.

When A Friend Becomes An Enemy

Part 6

A.J. Matthews

Aragorn and I were walking side by side through a forest. We were heading to Éomer's castle, for I wanted to explain to my friend what both Aragorn and I had thought had happened that day, over twenty years ago.

Sarag had deceived Aragorn well, and for that my love was trouble with guilt. He had sent each of us a note; one to tell Aragorn I would be busy that day, so I could not see him, and another to me to lure me into the open.

Aragorn fretted that he had not seen through Sarag sooner, but I had consoled him and did not tell him everything that Sarag had done, for I knew that Aragorn would fly into a blind rage over it.

On the way, Aragorn told me what he'd been up to all these years. I was glad to hear the rest of the Fellowship was still alive, and told Aragorn that I would like to see them once more. He nodded, and said that they had missed me as well.

I smiled at him. "How is the stupid dwarf faring?"

"He is well indeed, Legolas," Aragorn told me. "And he truly worried about you."

I nodded slowly. "I missed all of them, but I missed you worst of all, Aragorn," I said seriously.

He smiled at me. "I know."

I felt an ominous presence around us and held up a hand to warn him.

"Eyes are upon us, Aragorn," I said in a low voice.

Aragorn's hand went directly to the hilt of Anduril.

I unstrung my bow and swiftly notched an arrow.

A large group of men emerged from behind the trees and lunged towards us.

I shot many arrows at them, as Aragorn went to work slicing with his sword. Then I drew my own sword and leapt into the battle, wishing to fight hand- to-hand.

I dodged, slashed, ducked, and stabbed at my opponent. He died, and another took his place. I killed him as well, and a third stepped forward. This was too easy, I felt, as I began parrying again.

Aragorn had not lost his skill with a sword, I noted, as I quickly glanced over at him. He defended himself easily, while managing to wound his foes.

A sword appeared out of nowhere, aiming directly for me. I had sensed it moments before, and countered it with my own sword.

My blood ran cold when I saw that it was Sarag. His eyes were filled with anger and rage. He sliced at me again, and I easily deflected it.

Our swords met and clashed several times as we circled around each other.

"Does Aragorn know about us?" Sarag taunted, as he leapt forward and slashed at my face.

I easily blocked it and managed to stab him through the shoulder. "There is nothing for him to know," I said neutrally.

"I think he would disagree, Legolas," Sarag purred.

He was trying to provoke me into being distracted. It worked slightly; even as I struck at him, jagged memories coursed through me.

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Flashback

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I was surrounded by soldiers. They held me to the ground as I kicked and fought with all of my strength. It had taken ten of them to pin me down and keep me there.

Sarag approached, smiling evilly.

"I knew it," I snapped in anger and fear. "I knew you couldn't be trusted. What did you do to Aragorn?"

"Nothing," he said sweetly.

"Why are you doing this?" I jerked hard and continued struggling.

"For love, elf," Sarag said. He walked over and looked down at me. "So delicate and fair," he murmured. His hands touched my face. I turned it away from him; rather, I tried to but he gripped my face hard.

Hatred burned in my green eyes. "Aragorn will kill you for this, Sarag!"

"Fool," Sarag said, smirking. "Who do you think sent me here?"

"He wouldn't have," I said, part of me despairing. I prayed it wasn't true.

"You'll never know, Legolas of Mirkwood," Sarag purred. "For I have big plans for you."

I cringed as he touched my hair. "What plans?" I demanded.

In response, Sarag began to remove his outer garments.

In that instant, I knew what he was going to do, and I fought even harder. I nearly got free, but more soldiers grabbed my arms and held me down.

"Silence him, fools," Sarag snapped.

I saw the blow coming and twisted, trying to avoid it. I failed. The blow struck me hard.

The world spun around me as Sarag knelt on top of me. And I could do nothing.

Aragorn, my soul pleaded as the world began to grow dark. I could feel Sarag touching me, but was helpless. I cursed myself for my weakness.

My soul screamed for Aragorn as I sank inside of myself.

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I parried the blows, forcing myself to focus. "It is unimportant now, Sarag. Aragorn knows that you are a traitor and that you sold me into slavery. Your days are numbered."

Aragorn was still busy defeating the other men. He slew the last one and ran over. Rage surged in him as he saw Sarag. I could see it in his grey eyes.

"How dare you return, traitor," Aragorn hissed. "You have ruined enough lives, Sarag. Go back to the shadows where you belong."

"Temper, temper, your majesty," Sarag sneered as he lunged at me. "The elf and I were merely renewing our… acquaintance."

Aragorn frowned. "What are you implying, Sarag?" He looked at me, as I gazed at Sarag.

"Nothing," Sarag said, grinning evilly. "I ought to let the elf tell you himself."

"Shut your mouth, Sarag," I snapped, as I sliced across his face.

"You'll pay for that, Legolas," he snarled. Sarag looked at Aragorn slyly. "He did tell you, didn't he?"

Aragorn looked confused and angry. "What is he talking about, Legolas?"

"Tis nothing," I said, deflecting a blow aimed at my chest.

"Your skills have improved since the last time I fought against you, Legolas," Sarag said. "Pity that you didn't have them all those years ago."

I remained silent as our swords clashed again.

Aragorn didn't understand; I could see that much. Damn! I hadn't planned on telling my lover. Evidently, I would have to stop Sarag before he did tell Aragorn.

Sarag grinned at Aragorn. "We have much in common, you and I," he leered.

"I very much doubt that, Sarag," Aragorn said angrily. I could see that he wanted to join me and fight against Sarag, but his morals wouldn't let him fight a two on one battle.

"We do, Aragorn," Sarag said almost happily. "We both have an elf in common."

Aragorn froze at that and looked at me. "What does he mean?" He took a few steps forward.

I said nothing, though emptiness filled my eyes. I slashed in fury at Sarag and drove him back, whirling and I finally cut him across his arm deeply. Blood spurted out, flowing onto the ground.

"I'll leave it to Legolas to tell you, Aragorn." Sarag saw I was momentarily distracted as Aragorn walked towards me, and took advantage of that to slice a cut across my face. "I've marked you now," Sarag sneered. He turned and ran off, sheathing his sword.

I took out a cloth from my pocket and cleaned my sword, before sheathing it. Aragorn walked over, after head had sheathed Anduril.

He touched the slice on my face. Red blood now shone on his fingers. "What does he mean, Legolas?" he asked again.

"He was taunting me for not being strong enough to escape from those soldiers and him all those years ago," I finally said.

Aragorn nodded slowly, as he took a cloth out as well. He pressed it to my cut.

I looked at him. "We still have an hour's walk to Éomer's castle, Aragorn. We should continue."

"As you wish," Aragorn said.

We continued walking again, albeit quieter than we had been earlier.

I knew Aragorn had suspicions, but the knowledge would only anger him further.

I had come to grips with what had happened to me, for it had been years ago. Aragorn had only found out days ago.

And I didn't know how I could tell him the full truth.

To be continued