Well, looks like I got some people hateing King Celva already. I would like to tell you all that it killed me to have him cut Legolas hair. (Not really) I would like to say that Celva is an elvish name. He's not an elf, but I had to give him Celva. In elvish, it means "animal" Although, some reviews gave me some choice words.

Thank yous:

Adrienne- Legolas will get his chance to kill King Celva. Not yet though.

MoroTheWolfGod- Twisting your ankle does hurt, I agree. Even when you have marching band. So, we all know what Legolas feels right now.

Shauna- *Puts hands on your shoulders* calm yourself. If you kill Celva now, there won't be no more Legolas torture. It killed me to cut his hair, but I thought, what better way to torture a pretty elf than cut his pretty hair? *ducks as flying objects are thrown at her.*

Alide-Fruit- Drinking Mountain Dew and reading a good angst story really gets you in the mood doesn't it? *Hands you another one.* Drink up buddy, I have lots more to go around.

Earendilstar- Can't keep a Mountain Dew drinker waiting. *Sits down with you and drinks M.D* Oh, I'm suppose to type the story now. *Hands you another M.D* Enjoy.

Seems I'm getting people into Mountain Dew. As you all know, I'm in love with Mountain Dew. So sue me if the story is confusing. Okay, I'll shut up now and let you read.
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Pain. That was the first thing he felt was pain. Pain in his back, arms, ankle, head, all over. He was laying on something soft and something smelled like harbs being brewed. He opened his eyes slowly and found the room spinning. He closed them and opened them once more. The room stopped spinning and now everything was blurry. What happened? He didn't remember much.

"Legolas. Legolas, speek to me," a voice said. It sounded worry and yet, sounded gental.
"E...Strider?"

"Good. You know me." Strider smiled as Legolas gave him a dirty look. His smile faded when Legolas moaned in pain as he moved his right ankle. "Take it easy. You are in no condition to move around."

Legolas felt something cold on his ankle and he gasped as it made contact. He tried to move his leg away, but pain shot threw his leg. He gave up and lifted his head to see what was going on. He saw a man holding an ice pack against his ankle. To his right was Strider and to his left a wall. Nothing much there.

"Do you know where you are?" Strider asked.

"The salve quarters," Legolas said.

"Good. At lest you don't have a concussion." He held a glass of water to his friends lips and smiled as he drank the water. "How do you fair?"

"As soon as I can feel my body, I'll tell you," Legolas joked. "What happened?"

"I found you outside in the rain. You twisted your right ankle, you have a bump on your head, you're back is full of welts and burn marks, your chest as burn marks and cuts, and why in Middle-Earth is your hair short?" Strider took a breath and looked at his friend.

"I can not tell you," Legolas said, looking away. Tears swelled in his eyes as he remembered Celva's warning. "Why are all the servents here?"

"Five servents escaped just not to long ago. Celva told us to report to our quarters until the servents are found." He looked up as Madilen handed him a bowl. "Now, I'm going to have to clean your cuts, so this might hurt a little." He pulled the covers down from Legolas's chest and opened the shirt he wore. The cuts were healing, but there would be small scars. The burn marks around the cuts left red marks, tender to the touch.

"My chest don't hurt as much as my back," Legolas said.

"I know. I just want to make sure the cuts are healing right. " He touched the cuts and Legolas hissed. "Does that hurt?"

"The burns do." He felt something cold on his chest and realized Strider was putting cream on his burns.

"That should do. Now, I need to see your back." Took the covers off of his friend and looked at the servent at the foot of the bed. "I need to move him so you're going to have to help. He needs to keep his ankle still."

"Why don't we put something on his ankle to keep it straight?"

"Do we have anything?"

"I still have two pieces of wood near my bed. We could use that."

"Good. Go get it and we'll tie to his leg." Strider looked down at Legolas and frowned. His friend seemed so sad, confused, anger, and more emotions. 'Legolas? What's wrong?'

'I don't like being weak, Estel. I don't like this pain I feel, I don't know what to do, and I don't like being treated like a little kid!' There, he said it and it felt good. He felt a little guilty though. His friend and new friends are helping him and he's acting like a little elf kid. 'I'm sorry Strider.'

"Don't be. I know how stubborn you are, and you have every right to be mad. Just, drop your pride and let us help. Okay?"

"I guess I can. Don't promise though." Legolas winced as Striders friend put two boards against his ankle. They were big so it went up to his knee. He then felt them press against his leg as rope was tied around his leg, holding the wood in place.

"Don't know it will help, but he should be able to keep his ankle straight."

"Thanks. Now, for the fun part." Strider put his hands on Legolas side and looked him in the face. "This will hurt a lot."

"It hurts now, why not make it worst." Legolas winced as he felt his body being lifted up.

"I'm going to do this slowly. I'll put you on your side and then on your stomach."

"Go ahead." Legolas could do nothing but let Strider do what he wants. He was rolled on his side and he waited for the pain to lessen. When it lessened he nodded his head for his friend to continue. He was finally on his stomach. He felt air on his sore back and it stung. His ankle was throbbing but ice was placed on it.

"My gods Legolas, what in Middle-Earth happened!" Strider was asking a question, he was demanding an answer. One that Legolas couldn't tell. "Your back is all red, burned, your cuts look infected. Who did this to you?"

"I can not say." He told the truth. He would not tell his friend Celva beat him with his belt and then poured hot, boiling water on his back to add to the pain. He felt Striders hands on his back and held back a cry. The pain was now getting to much to handle.

"We'll talk later then. Madilen, get me some rags, and more herb water." He looked at Legolas and frowned. He hated to see his friend in so much pain and this will add to it. He thanked Madilen and sat down on the bed. "Legolas. I'm sorry to do this, but I need to put this in your mouth." He stopped Legolas before he could talk. "Listen. This is going to hurt bad." Before Legolas could yell at him, he stuffed the rag in his friends mouth.

"Strider, you need help?" Madilen asked.

"Yes. You can make us some food. Joko, Rifo. Will you hold his arms down? Dogoto, just keep that ice pack on his ankle. This will be hard to do when he's moving around." He watched as his friends moved his to Legolas's arms. Legolas tried to yell at them but his gag didn't let him. So started to squirming instead, even though his ankle was screaming at him.

"Legolas, if you do not hold still, I will tie you do down," Strider said. "I know you hate this, I know you hate me, but you need to let us help." His only answer was Legolas calming down. Hafe of it was Strider's hand on his neck, hitting a spot that will knock his friend out. He let go of Legolas's neck and pulled a rag out of the water and started to wipe at the welts. Under his hand, Legolas was squirming and screaming threw his gag.

"It's alright, Legolas. Calm down," Rifo said. He held Legolas's hand and felt Legolas grip harden as Strider removed the bloody rag and replaced it with a new one. "It hurts, we know. Just try to relax."

"Thank you Rifo," Strider said. He took some cream and spread it on hafe his back. Legolas jumped at the coldness on his back. Strider took another rag and started to clean the rest of his back, helping his hold Legolas down as he struggled to get away.

Dogoto had a hard time too. He held Legolas's ankles down, but he couldn't push presure on the right and with Legolas moving around, this ankle will not heal. Dogoto removed the ice and asked Madilen to get him some more. He looked at his ankle and winced as a large black and blue bruise. He knew Legolas would not be able to walk for awhile. He started to rub the ankle and felt Legolas try to move his leg.

"How's is ankle?" Joko asked.

"Bad. He won't be able to walk on it for awhile." Dogoto put tge ice pack back on and felt Legolas relax. "Almost done?"

"Almost. Madilen, get me some bandages." He finished putting cream on the last part of Legolas's back and looked at his friend. "You okay?"

Legolas just nodded his head a little. He did feel better and he couldn't wait to yell at Strider. He felt hands lift him up a little and white bandages were being wrapped around his chest and back. He knwe they were done. Good. He tried to roll over on his back, but he was just to weak to do anything.

Strider removed the rag from his mouth and looked at his face. Tears were coming down his cheek, but they were slowly going away. He felt a pain of guilt run threw his heart. He really didn't want to do that to his friend, but he knew how stubborn his elf friend can be. "Do you feel better?"

"Yes. I do feel better." He felt Joko and Rifo turn him over gently on his back and smiled. Strider handed Dogoto some bandages and Dogoto went to wrapping the twisted ankle.

"Drink this," Strider said. He lifted Legolas's head and watched him drink the water. He handed the glass to Joko and ran his fingures threw his friends short hair. "Who did this to you?"

"Like I said before, I cannot tell." Legolas turned his head a little and then felt sleepy. Of corse. Strider was always good at slipping sleeping drugs in his drinks. He turned back to face Strider with sleepy eyes. "I will get you back one of these days."

"Just shut up and sleep already," Strider laughed. He watched as his friends eyes glazed over and sleep finally took it's toll.
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Any better? All Legolas. Maybe I'll wait another year before I post up the next chapter. What do you all think? *Grabs her 24 pack of Mountain Dew and drives away before anyone can stop her.*