Author Notes: Well I must be on a role this week for here is the next chapter of Broken Ties...Thanks to everyone who commented...I really enjoyed reading your thoughts...

No evil cliffy this time...at least I don't think there is...;)

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Broken Ties

By PT

Disclaimer: I do not own anything LotR, other then my character Galàril. So please don't sue me for I have no money to give…

Chapter Two

Legolas hid amongst the trees surrounding the orc camp. He had stayed upwind so that the enemy would not catch his scent. He had come upon the camp late at night, and had spent most of the remaining evening, and day watching the area, trying to get the feel for the best way to break in.

He still had no idea where his friends were, but he knew that once he got inside, it would only be a matter of time before they were found. Added a few words in the previous sentence and reworded parts of it to give it variety in terms of subject and verb He moved further into the trees, as some orcs passed below him. They were talking amongst themselves, and Legolas was not paying any mind to their conversation until he heard a name.

Listening closer to the conversation, he found his heart freeze in fear. Quickly moving away, Legolas made his way closer to the camp. He knew that he could not wait for the cover of darkness and that he had to leave now. As he moved away, he could still hear the orc's conversation.

"He killed the elf. The human killed the elf."


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Aragorn looked at the orc in anger and shock. He knew he could not kill his friend even despite the impending punishment that would lie ahead in his path. He watched as the orc leader took his dagger and cut the ropes that bound his hands. He then turned, and handing the dagger to Aragorn, he waited.

Aragorn stared at the dagger that rested in his hand. He flickered his gaze at the conscious Galàril and saw the resolution in his eyes.

"I cannot do this. I will not do this," Aragorn growled as he turned to look back at the orc leader.

"You will do this or both of you shall die." The orc hissed.

"Then let us die. I will not take his life, even if this means that we both must forfeit our lives. So be it."

Aragorn could see the anger burning in the orc's eyes. He was about to drop the dagger that rested in his hand when he heard a cry from behind him. Suddenly, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

He spun around to look behind him and saw that Galàril had taken vicious blow to the side, a pushing sending him toward Aragorn's direction. At the same time the orc leader came from behind and thrust the dagger in his hand forward.

Aragorn started in shock as he felt the blade slip into his friend's body. He watched as Galàril fell back upon the floor staring at him. He clutched the wound in his stomach and looked at Aragorn in shock and surprise.

Aragorn dropped the bloody dagger and rushed forward to his friend's side. Gathering Galàril into his arms he tried to stop the blood flow.

"By Valer, no. Please no. I am sorry, my friend." Aragorn cried.

He looked down and saw that Galàril was trying to speak to him. Inching closer, he struggled to hear his friend's words as his feet were pulled away by the orcs and into a separate room.

"No! I will not leave him!" He shouted, trying to get out of his captor's hold. He looked one last time at his friend as he was pulled around the corner.

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Legolas quietly slipped past the guards and into the dungeons that held his friends. He made his way slowly through the winding halls, having no idea where to go. He paused as he heard voices coming up the hall. Quickly turning around, Legolas ran back the way he came until arriving at a little opening in which he could hide.

He stilled his breathing and waited. He heard voices, but even with his elf senses he could not make out what they were saying. As they neared his position, he could finally hear the orcs' words.

"The human shall not live the night. The boss will kill him the same way he killed the elf. You saw how he fought when they where taking him out of the room. He fought like a madman. I think he wanted to make sure that he finished off the stinking elf." Said the orc to his companion as they walked by the spot Legolas hid in.

The other orc never had a chance to respond as an arrow was suddenly buried deep in his chest. He fell to the ground dead, and his companion followed shortly after.

Legolas stepped out from his hiding spot. Walking over the dead bodies, he traveled in the direction that they orcs had come from. His fear and anger spurred him on. As he ran he prayed that what he just heard had not come to pass.