HI. LAST CHAPTER ARAGORN CAME IN. WE HEARD RAYNE'S LAST THREAT, WHAT DID HE MEAN BY "HIS LORD SAURON WILL PICK UP THE SLACK?" FIND OUT IN THIS CHAPTER.

NEW TRIVIA- WHAT LORD OF THE RINGS CHARACTER LOOKS LIKE A RICH PERSON THAT LIVES IN A FAIRY TALE?

HURTING HANDS

CHAPTER 6 THE MEANING

Aragorn ignored Rayne as he screamed out the last sentence. Then he repeated:

"I mean every word. Sauron will finish you off. Every last piece of you!" Rayne scream. Aragorn swung around. He may have just met Legolas, but he was already protective of him.

"Aragorn, no." Legolas said. Aragorn looked deep into Legolas's eyes, a desperate pain laid within them, begging to be released of the mansion, and nodded. He handed the reins of one of the horses to Legolas, and removed the other's tack.

"You do ride without tack, do you not?" Aragorn asked.

"Of course." Legolas said. Aragorn gave Legolas a leg up onto the mare, and mounted his stallion.

"You will die! I will swear my life by it!" Rayne scream as they rode away. Legolas looked back for one second, then rode beside Aragorn.

"Why does he say that?" Aragorn asked.

"Sauron's curse. When I was born, Sauron placed a curse over my head that I would feel every one of his rages. So then I was brought to Rayne's. They figured that I was safer there rather than in Mirkwood." Legolas explained.

"What curse?" Aragorn asked. Legolas sighed.

"The curse that even after his fall, I would suffer from him. His yelling would make my ears bleed, his temper would sometimes knock me unconscious. Stuff like that." Legolas said.

"Why you?" Aragorn asked. Legolas laughed.

"You have no clue how many times I've asked that question. If he hadn't, I wouldn't be here with you. Oh, and to get one thing clear, I don't need someone to look after me." Legolas said.

"Your father thought different when he asked me to watch you for the next several weeks, months, years, how ever long it will be before he returned. I didn't want this job, but I agreed to it. So try to get along with me." Aragorn advised quietly.

"No." Legolas said, and rode behind him. Aragorn sighed. It took all his energy not to scream at the child. Legolas was a pitiful sight to all, and had a attitude. His body was hunched in a defensive position every second. The cut ear. His cloths torn, hair roughly cut to his shoulders. The whip marks. Aragorn suppressed a shudder. Whip marks all over his body. Even the ones covered by his clothes they could see. Aragorn thought back to when he first walked to the door.

*flashback*

He didn't like this place. He wanted to get Legolas and leave. Aragorn knocked on the door, and the door opened with a low creak.

"A ranger!" Rayne gasped.

"Let's get straight to the point. Thranduil sent me to get an elf child named Legolas. Where is he?" Aragorn demanded, walking into the house.

"Like I'll let you barge in here and take my property." Rayne hissed.

"You have no choice. Where is he?" Aragorn repeated, looking through the house. He noticed a door half open, and looked in. The stench and sight was one he would never forget. Legolas laid on a table, whip marks marring his chest, stomach and back. Aragorn stormed into the room, released the straps holding him down. He picked the child up, surprised by how light he was. He walked past Rayne.

"Where is his bedroom?" Aragorn demanded. Rayne pointed it out, and Aragorn walked into the room. There was no bed, nothing. Aragorn found a blanket, and place the small being on it before going to see about his freedom.

*End Flashback*

Aragorn sighed, rubbing his head. Legolas road up beside him. Aragorn looked over at him.

"Orcs!"

* LEFT YOU WITH A CLIFFHANGER AGAIN. REVIEW, AND I'LL PUT UP MORE. AS FOR IDIOTIC QUOTES, HERE ARE BECKY'S. WE DON'T OWN ANY OF THEM. THE STORY OF THE UGLY BARNACLE. THERE WAS ONCE AN UGLY BARNACLE. HE WAS SO UGLY, EVERYONE DIED. THE END. IT TASTES LIKE MAPLE AND BURNING. THIS IS PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE. I WISH I HAD SOME REAL FOOD, MAYBE I'LL EAT SOME EYESHADOW. PEPPER SPRAY IS A GREAT RESPONSIBILITY, AND SHOULD BE USED WITH GREAT CAUTION. STEEL IS TO COPPER WHAT A MEAT CLEAKER IS TO VELVEETA. AND GOD SAID, LET THERE BE CHICKEN WINGS! ARE THESE STUPID OR WHAT? SHOULD I CONTINUE WRITING THESE? OR SHOULD I STOP? WHO READS THEM? SORRY, I'M ON A MOUNTAIN DEW HIGH! PLEASE RR. CASSSANDRA