Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkeins Characters! Although some are very hot and I wish I could own one for at least an hour! Well here it goes, my very first fanfic. Please review and tell me how terrible I did! I own Amaril, Aust, Amastacia, Thokk, Imsh, and Vina. One more thing before I let you read, anything that is between -{AND}- Is someone's thought. After this chapter, I will not put this section in, unless I make up some more characters that I need to claim. So to let ya'll know, no, I don't own Legolas-though I am positive that many-many girls wished and dreamed that they did! Well on with the second chapter.





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To Save A Friend!

Chapter Two:

An Unhappy Awakening

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Legolas believed that his journey was going quiet well. He often caught himself dazing off into the beautiful forest that surrounded him. He silently wished he had a companion to travel with and talk to about the wonderful trees. Every once in a while remembering the days of old when there was a fellowship and the interesting nights that they sometimes shared. It was just another day in the exquisite forest and then it hit him. -{Something is not right!}- The wind was not moving, the trees were not whispering as they always do and the birds were nowhere to be seen or heard. He instinctively began looking into the forest using his keen eyesight and then he heard it.footsteps and not just one, but many!

-{Quick Legolas think! Orcs, they must be the rebel orcs that have been attacking the outskirts to our village. Why don't they return from wince they came from, in Mordor with their Dark Leader? Even if the Dark One is defeated, they can still stay in Mordor and not bother the rest of us peaceful folk}-

As he whispered to his horse, Amastacia [Starflower], to ride like the wind, but suddenly stopped realizing it was already too late. -{My stupid daydreaming of the past had cost me my chance to get away! I will have to punish myself severely later for this grand mistake.} - He was surrounded and they had archers. He knew though, he would not go down without a fight! He ripped off the ring Aragon had given him for his last birthday and tossed it into a saddlebag as he jumped from his horse telling the magnificent creature to ride to Rivendell. Hoping that someone, anyone, would realize what has happened come looking for him.

He pulled his bow and began dispersing the arrows, one by one taking down 3, 5, 8, no 12 orcs before they had a chance to completely surround him in a small circle, all the while dodging the incoming arrows with all of his elven grace. They were now but 10 feet away. Immediately he dropped his bow and went to he elven knives, slicing away at any who dare come near him.

No matter how many he took down though, there seem to be another, an endless amount, in its place.advancing on him. Eventually they overtook him ripping his "toys" away and beating him down, using hilt, fist, and finally feet. He knew there was no way out now so he gave in, but there would be another time to fight back and escape. He screamed in pain as he felt something hard hit him in the back of the head. All of the sudden everything started swirling and mixing, then there was nothing but soundless blackness.

He awoke to the throbbing pain searing through his head, not remembering where he was. He was being carried by a big smelly orc. For some reason he couldn't use his hands and he couldn't feel his fingers. Realizing his hands were tied behind him and he had shackles on his feet, he looked around to take in his surroundings. They were still in the forest, but he did not know which direction they were traveling. After what seemed about four hours they stopped and he was roughly tossed to the ground with a grunt from the one that was carrying him. He lay there, not moving, not trying to draw the orcs attentions and he soon fell asleep.

He awoke to being kicked repeatedly in the stomach, the pain was harsh but he would not show it. To show pain to orcs was to feed them energy, the orcs loved to hear their victims scream in pain. He knew the history of the orcs and he also knew just how much the orcs despised the elves. Legolas new exactly how much the orcs hated the elve's beauty, elegance, and grace, and how much they must have hated him right now.

He could hear them speaking their dark language, which he did not understand. From what he gathered, Thokk was the leader and Imsh was second in command. So he knew that Thokk and claimed him. At the very thought Thokk came up to him and grunted something at him and when he did not respond, it angered Thokk.

Thokk grabbed a hold of the Eleven Prince's hair and ripped him up, pulling out strands of hair that were of golden rays to match the sun. He stood, but that was not good enough for the orc, the orc wanted him to suffer. Legolas saw it in the orcs disgusting eyes. After being ripped to his feet, he was immediately pushed back down. He fell to his knees, refusing to bow down to this scum; a fist smacked him to the left side of his face, making his lip start to bleed. He withheld the groan of pain that threatened to escape his soft silk lips. Imsh came up from behind Legolas and shoved him down with a kick to the back and then put a foot on his head to hold his head to the ground. Legolas braced himself for the beating he knew he was about to get. Taking himself inside himself to his center of peace. The orcs then took turns beating him over the back with sticks and other things they found on the ground.

After at least an hour of this, his back was throbbing from the pain and he was having trouble withholding his strangled shouts of pain. He knew they had broken two of his ribs and he thought it was over as the foot came off of his head and he fell the rest of the way to the ground. He moved his knees so he was laying flat on his stomach. Praying to Valar to guide him in his time of need, and then he felt it. A pain raced across his back, it was like a hot dagger had just slashed its way across his soft skin. Again he heard the thunderous sound of the whip crack as he felt it hit him again, and again, and again. It took more and more effort to withhold the screams that rapidly threatened to escape through his mouth. He closed his eyes, trying to escape this pain and torture to his inner peace; but the pain was too much and he could not find it. The orcs soon tired of this and went back to their fire.

He lay there, hoping. For what, he did not quite know. He just knew he could not give up on hope. The blackness that had been trying to overtake him was still trying, he all the while not letting. For that would be to give in to what the orcs wanted. As he laid there, pain shooting through every part of his body, he let the blackness succumb him and he fell into unconsciousness knowing he had won the first battle with the orcs and not crying out.

It was night time, which led him to wonder how long he had be unconscious, and he was in some sort of encampment and there were orcs everywhere. He felt the cold hardness of the chains around his wrists. He dangled from the ceiling, not certain of what was to become of him. As horrible thoughts crossed his bind, he realized he was not alone in his cell. He looked across the room to see another bundle of cloth and flesh balled up in a corner crying. As she saw him wake, she got to her feet and approached Legolas.

"My name is Vina, Vina Galanodel [elvish for Moonwhisper]", said the tear streaked dirty face. After a few moments she spoke again. "Do not fear me, I wish to help you. I cannot do much, but I would like to look at your wounds, if you would allow me that is."

He didn't know what to think. He looked at this creature in front of him and she was beautiful. Her long flowing auburn hair that went all the way down to her waist, that was now a mass of rats. Her sky blue eyes so full of despair, one barely able to open due to the bruise and swelling that surrounded it. What was left of her soiled tattered dress hung loosely off her body. I looked as if she had been barely fed for weeks. Young, she looked so young, probably aged at 22.

"Of course it is fine that you look at my wounds. I don't really have much of a chance at stopping you, even if I wanted to." Legolas said with a slight smile on his face. She was so gentle to touch him as she checked his back and ribs. She looked as an elf, but not all the way. She must be a half-elf, although there were not many of those left.

"My name is Legolas Greenleaf." He had so many questions to ask, but where to begin?

As if she read his thoughts, she spoke "I am a captive here, the same as you, but they want us for different reasons. You, you are the Prince of Mirkwood, yes I know who you are, and you hold great possibility for what they can get if they use you right. They will not kill you, although they may get a little rough sometimes. You will get to meet the one that arranged for you capture, tomorrow." At that she pulled away and went and sat back down in her corner. -{How does she know all of this, and for what deranged reason could they want a beautiful creature like her for?}-

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Meanwhile back at Rivendell

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Shouts from the guards rang out all over Rivendell. Elrond and Aragon were conversing on a bench looked around with worry. They both stood and went towards the entrance of Rivendell and the guard's shouts.

"What is going on?" The king asked demandingly.

"Sir, it is Amistacia! Legolas's horse!" The shaken guard sputtered out.

"Well what about it?" Elrond question with a hint of worry in his voice.

"It has returned with out its rider, and it has been shot with and arrow. We also found this in one of the bags." Stating as he handed a ring over to the king.

Before Elrond could take the ring from his guard, Aragon had snatched it. Aragon looked over the ring with horror on his face. Looking at his close friend and stating, "Something has happened! This is the ring I gave him for his last birthday, and he promised never to take it off." At that Aragon turn and ran to his room while shouting for someone to ready his horse.

Aragon was finishing packing his things when Elrond rushed in.

"Aragon, calm yourself. I have sent out a search party and I assumed you would join them, but maybe you should wait here with me. In case of his return." Elrond spoke calmly.

"Of course I shall join them! That is one of my closest friends out there and I shall go and find him!" Aragon choked out, trying to calm down the fears that were creeping up into his head.

"Aragon, think what would he do?" Elrond said trying to calm his friend. "Yes, he would want to run off and look for you, but then come to his senses and let the search party look first. In case he should return!" Elrond spoke, again trying to calm his friend.

"I guess you are right my old friend. I will stay and wait, but only one day. If he does not return my night fall, I shall leave in the mourn with the upcoming of the sun." Aragon said calming little.

"Very well then, that is well then Aragon. Now just try and get some rest for now and calm yourself." With that said, Elrond turned and left, shutting the door as he left.

-{He would not wait! Legolas would be the first out there to look for me if I came up missing! Elrond is smart in his years though and I shall do as he wishes. But if he does not show then. I swear here and now, I will find Legolas no matter how long it takes for THAT IS what he WOULD DO for me! Why does Elrond not see that? I will sleep for now and hopefully when I wake, he will have returned.}-

Aragon awoke to the news that he had not returned. Also, he was told that the search party had returned with the news that a little ways down the road there had been a big orc battle. To that Aragon grabbed his things and was off to see Elrond to tell him bye.