" What happened next is still hazy to me. He tore at my clothing and it was clear that my cries were unheard. He pulled the ropes around my wrists and shoved a cloth in my mouth. It was pain beyond anything I had ever imagined as he forced himself upon me. His strong grips left marks all over my body as he made me lie down for him. He was on top of me… and struck me again and again…
I prayed that I would die just then… but my prayers were unanswered. Now I lie upon the cold hard ground, he had locked me in the dark enclosed room still bound and gagged. The pain on my ribs was terrible and the fresh blood upon my arms was leaking everywhere. I could not believe that at this moment that I was not afraid of death. But the only thing that I wanted was to see Aragorn… I wished that he could hold me… But that doesn't matter. It was beginning to all go dizzy…"
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Aragorn sighed as they made their way toward the clearing. He wished heartily to see the pretty elf one more time. All he could do, was think about the way Legolas's voice echoed in a gentle melody and the way his beautiful golden hair hung over his face. He knew that the elf was in a lot of pain, and he feared that if he did not help the pretty creature… something drastic would happen.
"Are you alright?" Elrohir whispered.
"No… I need to see him again."
"Estel… You don't know anything about him…" Elrohir sighed, "Sure he has a pretty face but…you have to wonder why he's living all alone…"
"No, I do not think it's his fault." Aragorn said firmly, "He was really hurt last night, I've rarely seen a worse wound, especially on an elf."
"What do you suppose happened?"
"I don't know…" Aragorn replied, "He said he did it to himself, but I don't believe that."
"Elves in these parts are pretty strange…" Elrohir shrugged.
Aragorn said nothing more. It was obviously useless to try and convince his brother. They walked on for a little while longer. He still wore the elven cloak that Legolas had given him. When they came near the clearing, they saw a buff firm looking man walking through the woods.
Conabar smirked in his own satisfaction; the painful cries of the beautiful elf were music to his ears while the silver tears brought to him a sense of accomplishment. It felt so good to finger that perfect body and caress the silk-like skin. He walked on till he saw three figures emerging in the woods. One of them, the tallest one wore a cloak that seemed familiar to him. It was the cloak that the golden haired elf always wore, his golden haired elf. A rush of anger came to his chest… that's where that elf was all night. "That whore…" He thought bitterly.
Aragorn caught the eye of the stranger who was now walking toward them. He frowned as he realized that the stranger wore an angry look. He nodded to the stranger as Elladan and Elrohir turned also to see the in coming man.
"You should not be wandering around these woods…" The stranger snapped.
"We were just leaving…" Elladan replied.
"I don't want you to think me a rude host… but a man has to maintain his territory."
Aragorn had pretty much decided that he did not like this man. He gave another look and walked on.
"Where did you get that cloak?" The stranger called out.
Aragorn stopped and quickly turned around, "What did you say?"
"That cloak, tell me if I'm mistaken, but that is quite a nice piece of work, woven by the elves."
Aragorn glared in suspicion for a moment and uttered, "I do not know… I found it."
"I happen to know that it was made by a friend of mine…" The stranger was saying now with satisfaction, "Actually, he is more than a friend… he is my dear lover."
Aragorn said nothing but his mind was racing. Was the stranger talking about Legolas? So many thoughts were twirling through his mind at once.
"I'm sure he would be looking for it," Conabar raised an eyebrow, "May I return it to him… he would be awfully… awfully disappointed if he lost it."
Aragorn stood there for a moment and then stripped the cloak from his shoulders and threw it at the stranger. Conabar smiled and walked off. Aragorn waited till Conabar was out of sight and then walked after him.
"Estel…" Elladan called, "What are you doing…"
"That bastard knows something." Aragorn answered without looking back, "I'm going to see what he knows."
"Estel, Who cares if he knows something? Let's just get the hell out of here." Elrohir snapped. But Aragorn did not respond; he just kept walking.
Legolas did not know if he passed out for a long time or maybe just a few minutes but when he opened his eyes his blood had flowed into a puddle on the ground. The salty mixture brushed against his tongue as he felt the gag soak with his own blood. He groaned softly as memories of what happened came back once more. How he had wished to never wake up…
The only light was coming through the tiny window right above him that was completely useless at night. The elf closed his eyes and tried to think about Aragorn. Where was he now?
The door was suddenly kicked open and the figure of all his pain emerged. Conabar threw the cloak on the ground and glared at the elven beauty for a few seconds.
"Where the hell were you last night?" He yelled, "You think I don't know? You little whore!" He said as he kicked the pretty elf hard in the ribs.
Legolas groaned in pain but closed his eyes without response.
"I raised you, and you are nothing without me." Conabar shouted furiously, "Don't you ever, ever, forget that! You are mine!"
Legolas blinked back the tears that were welling up in his eyes but still did not respond.
"You think you can do better, is that it?" Conabar was shouting even louder, "Let me tell you something… you are nothing but a fucking whore. And that is all you will ever be, no matter where you are."
Legolas looked up hazily in anger and hurt but he knew there was nothing he could do. Maybe this was true… maybe this was all he could be. He waited for Conabar to continue but the man did not.
Conabar had stopped he realized that someone else was standing behind him. "What the hell are you doing here?" He snapped angrily reaching for the sword on the ground.
Aragorn did not reply, for his eyes were on Legolas who was bound and gagged in a corner and bleeding furiously. Bruises marked his arms and face and his clothes were torn in many places. He caught the beautiful elf's eyes and nodded comfortingly. His eyes snapped furiously back to Conabar. He was too angry to speak. He went for his sword in a moment's notice and there was a brilliant clash of metal.
' Aragorn….' Legolas muttered softly as he was beginning to drift away again. The loss of blood was beginning to take a toll on him. His eyes seemed to drop and he passed out again.
When he awoke, Aragorn was cradling him in his arms and they were in a clearing away from the woods. "What happened…" He choked out softly. The pain had finally numbed and his wounds were bandaged and taken care of. But he had no strength to even sit up.
"Legolas… you're finally awake." Aragorn said in relief, "How do you feel?"
"I…" Legolas whispered, "What happened… you didn't kill him… did you?"
"… No, he fled when Elladan and Elrohir came…" Aragorn said with a note of disappointment, "Are you alright?"
"… I think so…" Legolas replied softly, "Thank you…"
"Who was that?"
"Conabar?" Legolas uttered gently, "He, He raised me… I suppose this was all he ever really wanted from me… to be his whore…something that he can play with and rape and when he's finished…." A tear shed from his eyes and slid down his face. He felt it ever so gently wiped away by the fair man holding him.
"… He had no right to touch you…"
"… But he was right…" Legolas whispered sadly, "He did own me… and that's all I am…"
"That isn't true." Aragorn said firmly as Legolas laid his face upon his chest, "You don't belong to anyone… and you are not a whore just because this bastard forced himself upon you… Don't you ever blame yourself for any of this…." He was overwhelmed with love as he laced his hand around Legolas's fragile fingers. He swore to himself that the next time he saw Conabar; he would either kill that bastard or die himself.
Legolas smiled weakly as more tears leaked from his eyes. "You're hurt…" He whispered gently as he noticed a cut on Aragorn's arm.
"That's just a cut…"
"I'm sorry I put you through all this…" Legolas said solemnly, "I mean… all you wanted was to find a way out and I…" Aragorn silenced him with a soft kiss upon the elven angel's brow. He felt a pain in his heart as he saw how pale and fragile the elf was from the loss of blood. Legolas's spirit was broken by the pain and suffering he had to endure but he was, at least, still alive. So many elves would have died from this horror.
Aragorn speaks-
"I had never felt such love in my life before as when I held Legolas. His innocence and beauty cannot be matched by anything that I will and have ever come to know. I knew that I had to protect him, and by my life I will. I could only hope that he felt the same for me…
But I will never force him into anything. His health and happiness is more important than anything else right now. I will never let that poor excuse for a man touch him ever again, not while I have one breath left."
Conabar's eyes pealed from the trees around him toward the distance. He was going to get that whore back and he was going to kill the man that stole his pretty elf. He had spent too much time and effort on him not to.