Disclaimer: See the Author's Notes! This is an AU! A/L shounen ai! Takes place some time after the last chapter. Slight shounen ai between Haldir/Glorfindel. The R Rating is coming in effect now for good reason! Templa en' tessa = Paralyze. Aragorn and Legolas' mental speech is in *. Elvish is in ''. Just for a warning; I wrote this without having slept for 24 hours. So it's not as good as the other chapters.

Reasons To Fight, Reasons To Wed

Part 19. Second Battle

Legolas desperately struggled against Aragorn, but he was no match for his husband, because of how weak he truly was. He still had not fully recovered from using his magic, his pregnancy was taking the majority of his strength, and the knowledge that Aragorn was basically raping him was horrifying to the Elven Prince.

'Please… Aragorn…' Legolas whispered, his voice breaking in grief, as one of Aragorn's hands slid into his leggings. 'Don't do this to me… to us…' He choked back a sob.

Aragorn pretended not to hear him, as he began manipulating one of Legolas' ears, using his weakness against the Elf. Desire and anger warred in the blond beauty.

Legolas frowned suddenly, because Aragorn had never touched his ears in all of the other times they'd slept together. 'You're not Aragorn!' Legolas shouted, knowing it was true. He cried out as the hand in his leggings began tormenting him hard and again yanked hard at his wrists.

'Who do you think I am?' Aragorn purred. A sly smirk was on his face.

'Meron…' Legolas breathed. 'Leave me alone!' He twisted hard again.

Meron, still in his disguise as Aragorn, smirked again. 'Why would I want to do that, my dear, beautiful Prince?'

Legolas' fears grew as the hand in his leggings withdrew and began unfastening them, to pull them off. 'No!' he choked out. But it was too late.

Meron's eyes had already seen the slight bulge that indicated where the child was growing. A bellow of rage escaped from the evil one, as he struck Legolas hard across the face. 'Let me guess; Aragorn is the father.'

Legolas cried out at the vicious blows that rained down on him. He instinctively curled onto his side, protecting the child. Anger blazed in his eyes, turning them from sapphire to a deep, midnight blue. 'Aye; Aragorn is its father. You are too late.'

Meron snapped, 'Then maybe I will do you a favor and rid you of his brat.' He ripped the leggings off and began messing with his own breeches. 'Soon you will carry my seed… my child.'

'You are insane!' Legolas snapped.

Gimli was walking past the door when he heard Legolas shouting at someone to stop. The Dwarf scowled and crept closer, resting his ear against the door.

Glorfindel happened to come by, searching for Haldir and saw what Gimli was doing. He frowned until he, too, heard the sounds of a struggle. The Elf joined the Dwarf by the door, listening carefully.

Legolas vowed, "If you rape me, you will kill me, Meron. Is that what you want?"

Gimli and Glorfindel exchanged a horrified look, before they began trying to open the door.

"It's locked!" Glorfindel cried.

Gimli snapped, "Not for long!" He brought his axe up and began chopping at the door.

Outside of Rivendell, the true son of Arathorn had arrived, along with Haldir, whom he had met on the way. They raced inside, and through the hallways, heading directly towards where Legolas was fighting against Meron.

Aragorn had told him everything, and the taller Elf followed the half Elf, as Aragorn led him right to the room.

Glorfindel frowned, for he could hear Aragorn shouting inside of the room; yet his lord's foster son stood right before him.

Aragorn was not surprised to hear his own voice yelling at Legolas, after what he had felt earlier. "We have to get to Legolas, before Meron manages to…"

Gimli finally broke through the door. "C'mon!" he cried. The two blond Elves and Aragorn followed Gimli inside. The scene before them was staggering.

Meron, in his disguise, held an unconscious Legolas in his arms. He had not bothered to drop his disguise yet, though most of his clothes were ripped, as were Legolas'. Meron smirked a bit when he saw the figures burst into the room.

"You're too late," he lied. "I have made him mine." The evil caster had not truly managed to rape the Elf before the others had burst into the room, but they didn't need to know that little fact.

"Bastard!" Aragorn swore. "How could you? Let him go!" His brown eyes stared directly at Legolas' pale, limp body.

Meron snickered. "I think not, son of Arathorn. What better revenge could I have gotten on both of you than by raping him… disguised as you? As for the child… While I am exceedingly angry about it, I can use it to my advantage. I will raise the child to be just like me."

Aragorn looked sick, along with Gimli.

"Release the Prince," Haldir growled. "Or face our wrath."

Meron shook his head, as he repositioned Legolas across his lap. He'd used a sleeping spell on the Elf, to stop him from fighting so hard. "Will you take a chance on hurting him? Or the child?" He placed a hand on the slight bulge, a smirk on his face.

"Aragorn…" Legolas moaned weakly in his forced sleep, as he struggled to wake from it. "Please…"

Glorfindel had to hold Aragorn back. "If we attack him now, he's right; Legolas might get hurt. Better to think up another plan."

Gimli guffawed, drawing Meron's attention. "Drop your disguise, pretender, unless you are so ugly that you must hide behind another's face!"

"Fine, Dwarf," Meron retorted, annoyance in his eyes. He easily revoked the spell and returned to his normal form, cradling the unconscious blond Elf against him.

"Coward," Glorfindel accused. "You hide behind a shield. Are you that afraid to face us?"

Meron rolled his eyes. "How annoying…" He stood, having fixed his breeches already, though Legolas' still hung around his ankles.

Aragorn cried out, for he had not wanted to believe Meron up until that moment. The white shirt Legolas wore was long enough to cover him decently, though it left very little to the imagination.

Gimli scowled. "Release him, evil one!"

"We have places to go," Meron sneered. He looked directly at Aragorn. "If you want him, come and claim him in Mordor."

Everyone except for Meron paled.

"You can't take him there; the darkness will kill him!" Glorfindel argued.

Haldir nodded in agreement. "An Elf cannot survive in Mordor, Meron!"

"Please, you can't…" Aragorn cried.

'Watch me…' Meron began casting the teleporting spell, and was stunned when it suddenly canceled.

All eyes flew to the broken door, and the lone figure standing there.

Elrond silently looked at Meron. "You will not take him, deceiver." Everyone gasped in shock.

Meron sighed wearily. "You are no match for me, Elf. Only Legolas or Thranduil of Mirkwood are. I don't see either of them interfering any time now."

Elrond shouted, 'Templa en' tessa!' A flicker of light shone around his hands for a few moments, before it vanished and reappeared around Meron, holding him fast.

Only his eyes could move, and they narrowed in anger.

Elrond struggled to hold the spell. "Get Legolas!" he cried, straining his limited magic to the fullest to hold Meron still.

Aragorn ran forward and lifted Legolas out of Meron's arms, and backed away, before the spell shattered and Meron broke free.

Elrond collapsed to the floor, on his knees. He breathed hard, for he was nowhere near as strong as Legolas as spell-casting.

Legolas stirred, the spell keeping him asleep fading away. He opened his eyes in time to see Meron flinging a spell directly at Elrond, and he instantly called out the words to a protection spell, just in time to prevent Elrond's certain death, though the Elven lord was severely injured.

Aragorn silently held the one he loved, just standing there.

Meron smirked at Legolas. He lied, "I've already tasted you, Elf. I'll be back for more later." With that, he chanted another spell and vanished, leaving a stunned crowd behind.

"What was that?" Glorfindel questioned. He looked slightly confused, as did Haldir. The two blond Elves knelt beside the injured Elven lord.

All eyes drifted to Legolas, who silently met them. He then realized that someone was holding him, and turned a frightened look up at Aragorn.

Panic filled his eyes, until Legolas shook his head firmly, and silently said, *Aragorn?*

Aragorn smiled gently and nodded. *Yes, Legolas… I am here,* he answered mentally. Their bond allowed them to speak to each other without saying the words allowed.

Legolas breathed a sigh of relief and rested his head against Aragorn. *I knew that you wouldn't do such a thing to me,* he told Aragorn mentally.

*Never,* Aragorn answered. *I would never do that to you.*

The two exchanged a loving smile, before Aragorn carried Legolas over to where Elrond lay, with Haldir and Glorfindel tending to him, bandaging his wounds with scraps of material torn from there clothes.

Gimli smiled at the look that passed between Legolas and Aragorn; that was more of what he had expected, after hearing Legolas' tales of his husband. Though the Dwarf could see that Legolas was understandably shaken after what had happened.

Aragorn sensed Legolas' pain, and silently reassured the one he loved through their bond. Legolas pressed his face against Aragorn's chest, part of him still slightly afraid, but for right now, he didn't care who saw him looking weak. He needed the comfort.

To be continued