Rating: PG 13(so far, will probably be NC 17 soon)
Main Pairing: Legolas/? (you have to guess! you're given some clues)
Status: In progress, unbetaed
Warnings: not too much yet, implied violence
Summary: Takes place before the books/movie.
Legolas is caught unaware by some Orcs and is hurt.
He escapes to Rivendell, where he finds more than just hospitality.
Notes: I plan this to be a shameless lemony PWP,
but, knowing me, it will probably end up being much longer than that.

Running into Love
Part 1

Legolas was running, or rather he was attempting to run; however, the wounds on his right leg and in his side made running rather difficult, even for an elf. He had been cursing the orcs who had given him the wounds; yet, cursing did not really help him run faster so he eventually stopped. He really had no one to blame but himself, he had never expected to find orcs so close to Rivendell; obviously he had been wrong and now he was paying for it. He had been so absorbed in a dream about some random devilishly handsome and well-endowed lover that he had not even heard the orcs until they were at the edge of his camp. He was just glad that he was near Rivendell, relatively near that is, about a day away at the rate he was going. Hopefully he would get there before he lost too much blood.

Legolas could still hear and smell the orcs shuffling around behind him, which prevented him from stopping and binding his wounds. Legolas stumbled along as best as he could while trying to think of a way to shake the orcs off of his glaringly obvious trail. It was then that he heard the gentle murmuring of water and was presented with a solution to his present predicament. Knowing that orcs were not generally praised for their intelligence, Legolas headed towards the water, hoping to be able to lose the orcs by crossing the river.

Legolas managed to reach the stream without any incident; yet, he could hear the orcs gaining on him as his wounds slowed him down. Thankfully, the stream was relatively shallow, which allowed him to travel downstream in the water and thus effectively cover his trail of blood. Luck seemed to be his friend today, apart from the little incident with the orcs, for the stream had generous curves, which hid him from view of the orcs once they reached the stream.

Legolas traveled his watery route for at least an hour, until he finally felt that it was safe enough to stop and examine his wounds. He waded out of the water and walked back into the woods. He then slowly settled down next to a tree, clenching his teeth as the movement caused the muscles around his wounds to stretch painfully as well as causing his wounds to start bleeding profusely again. Legolas held still for several minutes, waiting for the pain to subside a little. When he was finally ready to continue, he was confronted with a long gash on his right thigh and a rather deep wound in his left side. Legolas tore several strips of cloth from his tunic and bound the wounds as best as he could. As he applied pressure to the wounds to stop the bleeding, Legolas attempted to relax and hopefully regain some of his strength. He was still many hours from Rivendell and would need all the energy he could muster up in order to get there. He briefly considered trying to find a place to camp in order to rest; yet, he finally decided to continue on to Rivendell for he did not want to be discovered by the orcs again.

Legolas sighed as he struggled to stand up, not looking forward to the long and most likely very painful journey ahead of him. Legolas looked around him and found a long, sturdy walking stick and then set out at a brisk pace. He tried to ignore the pain each time he stepped down on his right leg. He aimed at reaching Rivendell by nightfall but that depended upon how much he could endure the pain and keep up a fast walk.

Legolas walked southward, tripping over unseen roots and branches, gritting his teeth, as the pain grew steadily worse with each step that he took. Within the hour the pain had become so overwhelming that he was stumbling blindly through the woods. The only thing that kept him going was the knowledge that Rivendell was somewhere up ahead and that hopefully the guards patrolling Rivendell's woods would find him.

It was this thought that comforted Legolas as he found himself on the ground and lacking the strength to get back up again. As darkness overtook him, his last thought was that maybe this time he could finish his dream about a dark haired lover.

End Part 1

-And just who is this dark haired lover?! There are several options! You'll just have to wait and find out :)