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do it for me.. This is my first ever fanfic and only the second story I've
ever completed, so go easy on me, k?
Disclaimor: I own nothing of middle earth. I also own none of the characters except one that will appear in later chapters. I have no permission to be using these characters, but I'm not getting paid so who gives a shit, right?
Summary: Legolas and Aragorn are being held captive by Saruman. They have been there for three years and want nothing more than to get out. They run into a female elf that claims that she can help them, but will it be too late?
Rating: PG 13 for violence, character torture, angst. (You've been warned)
There is some flashback in this story. Hopefully it will appear in italics.
Prologue: Two lone figures lay on the floor of a small cell. Their arms and legs were chained to the walls. They were bleeding, broken, mere images of what they had once been.
Chapter 1: The Morning After Legolas woke slowly. He was glad that there were no bright lights around or he would have been blinded. He rolled slowly from his back to his right side, trying to ignore the pain that ran through every part of his body. He coughed hard and stared numbly at the blood that now lay on the stone floor. He moved his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, wincing as the chain attached to his wrist screeched along the floor.
"Well, I won't be trying that again," he thought. He took a deep breath and almost blacked out as his rib moved, probably cracked. He glanced up and saw Aragorn lying, much like he was.
"Aragorn," he hissed. His voice was little more than a whisper. "Lazy," he thought, smiling wryly as Aragorn didn't move. He glanced at his wrists. "Stupid chains."
Moving as quickly as his battered body would allow, he crawled towards Aragorn. Legolas moved his hand to Aragorn's arm, shaking him gently. Noticing blood on his had as he drew it away, he scrutinized his friend. Aragorn had a long, deep gash running up his arm. The man stirred slightly, his eyes focusing on Legolas.
"Legolas?" he asked. The Elf nodded, instantly regretting it as violent pain ran down his neck and back.
"Are you okay?" Aragorn asked.
"I've been better," Legolas replied. Aragorn smiled slightly. It was easy to se that, even though they had both been beaten with in an inch of their life for their little "stunt" the night before, Aragorn's injuries were more superficial. Legolas had a large gash on his side, as well as a cut on his cheek, but other than that he looked fairly healthy. Aragorn, on the other hand, was covered in bruises and cuts.
"You look better than I do" Aragorn commented.
"Apparently whoever did this to me was more fond of internal injuries," the elf said dryly. Aragorn glance at him, inviting him to continue. "I'm pretty sure that a couple of my ribs are cracked. My left wrist is broken, and my entire body is in considerable pain," he continued. Aragorn nodded, looking at Legolas with concern in his eyes. "I'll be fine," Legolas assured him. Aragorn nodded and curled up on the floor again. Legolas moved away from him and he lay of the floor as well.
He was almost asleep when the door to their small cell screeched open. Legolas was instantly awake. Saruman entered, flanked by two orcs.
"Well if it isn't the two escapees," he said, smiling wickedly, "You won't be going anywhere very soon, now will you?" He indicated the manacles that held their wrists and ankles. Legolas recoiled slightly, as Saruman crouched down beside him.
"You're pathetic, little elf," Saruman taunted. The orcs around laughed stupidly. Saruman stood, he gave Legolas a well aimed kick in the ribs. Legolas cried out in pain as his already cracked ribs snapped. He coughed hard several times, blood spraying from his mouth onto the floor. He was almost blinded by his pain and curled up slightly, concentrating on not passing out. One of the orcs pounced on him, his fist connecting with Legolas's shoulder. He was knocked to the side and cracked his head painfully on the cement wall. Black spots fought for control of his vision. Saruman smiled with satisfaction and turned to leave, his orc pets following him. As Legolas struggled to get control over the pain that ran through him, he remembered another time much like this one.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Legolas and Aragorn had been captured by the uruk-hai four days before. Their hands were tied behind their backs and they were forced to run along with their captors. They each had one on each side of them, holding on to their arms, pulling them along. Legolas glanced up to see Isengard in plain view and a cold tendril of fear ran down is back. He and Aragorn were dragged up the stairs or the tower and thrown at Saruman's feet. "An Elf and a human," he commented. "It's not very often that I get an Elf." He then kicked Legolas hard in the stomach, who gasped in pain, wavered, and fell to his knees. He then turned his attention to Aragorn. "I thought you were supposed to be King," he said, grinning evilly. He rewarded Aragorn with a sharp kick in the head. "Get them out of my sight!" Saruman ordered the orcs. Legolas and Aragorn were dragged down into the bottom of the tower into the deepest dungeon Saruman possessed.
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Legolas was dragged from his painful memories as Aragorn gently shook him. He pulled away, expecting to see another orc looming over him. "Its all right," Aragorn said softly. His eyes swept over his injured friend. His hand moved slowly to the cut on the elf's side. It was fairly deep, the only real superficial injury in Legolas's body.
"Where's the sky?" Legolas asked, his voice frantic. The elf was delusional and didn't seem to know what was happening.
"Shh, Shh..." Aragorn whispered, concerned for his friend's health. Although it took a lot to hurt or kill an elf, it could be done.
"Pathetic, isn't it." Saruman's voice commented. Aragorn jumped. He hadn't been aware that Saruman was in the cell with them.
"You did this!" Aragorn hissed.
"You'd think it would take more to hurt and elf so badly," Saruman observed.
"I'm surprised he isn't dead after spending three years with you!" Aragorn spat. A gasp of fear came from Legolas.
"What's he doing here?" Legolas asked, fear electrifying his senses. He pushed himself against the wall, getting as far away from Saruman as he could.
"Am I really that scary?" Saruman asked, sounding pleased.
"Get out of here," Aragorn ordered.
"Do you seriously think that you, a slave, can order me around?" Saruman asked, amused.
"Get out," Aragorn repeated, leveling his gaze with Saruman's. The wizard didn't say another word, just turned on his heel and left, slamming the door behind him.
"Legolas." Aragorn murmured softly, focussing on the wounded elf. The look of complete panic had left his eyes and he relaxed slightly. He was deathly pale. Aragorn glanced at him and suddenly noticed that even the elf's hands had gone pale. In fact his entire body was deathly white. A thought struck him.
"Legolas, Elrond once told me that an elf will get very sick, maybe even die, if they can't see the sky. Its even worse if they are injured or sick."
"I know," Legolas whispered. "I've known that all my life." He glance around the small cell. "Somehow I don't think any sun is going to get in here," he said, smiling wryly.
"I'm sure Saruman will be back, especially since I ordered him out," Aragorn said.
"I wish I could have seen that," Legolas laughed, then coughed as pain shot through his ribs. Aragorn smiled.
"Go to sleep, my friend. I'll wait for him." Legolas didn't argue. He curled up into a ball and fell into a deep sleep. Just as Aragorn had suspected, Saruman was soon back.
By that point, Legolas was slightly green-tinged.
"That elf can really put on a show can't he?" Saruman asked. Aragorn looked at him in amazement.
"You know that an elf will die if he can't see the sky! Are you trying to kill him?" The human demanded.
"A tempting offer," Saruman shot back. Aragorn felt slightly ill.
"Just help him," he said desperately. The wizard nodded to the two orcs. Aragorn tensed, unsure of what they were going to do. But instead of injuring the elf, the unlocked the manacles on his arms and legs and hauled him to his feet. Legolas had barely any strength left and didn't fight as they hauled his arms behind his back, thought he did go slightly more green as they harshly grabbed his left wrist. Soon his hands were tied behind his back. Saruman forcefully took his arm and dragged him out of the cell. Legolas turned, looking frantically at Aragorn, but gave in and allowed himself to be steered away. As he was half dragged down the row of cells, he looked with disgust at the human slaves that gave people food. Some of them were only children. Saruman dragged him up a flight of stairs and threw him through a door. He landed hard on his back and winced, unable to move because of his hands.
"Don't run away little elf," Saruman taunted. He left, closing the door tightly. Legolas looked around the area he was in. High walls surrounded him, ones that he probably wouldn't have been able to climb even if his hands weren't bound. He looked up at the blue sky and felt some of his strength return. Even though his injuries were still there, he didn't feel as ill. He rolled onto his side and fell into a blissful sleep.
Disclaimor: I own nothing of middle earth. I also own none of the characters except one that will appear in later chapters. I have no permission to be using these characters, but I'm not getting paid so who gives a shit, right?
Summary: Legolas and Aragorn are being held captive by Saruman. They have been there for three years and want nothing more than to get out. They run into a female elf that claims that she can help them, but will it be too late?
Rating: PG 13 for violence, character torture, angst. (You've been warned)
There is some flashback in this story. Hopefully it will appear in italics.
Prologue: Two lone figures lay on the floor of a small cell. Their arms and legs were chained to the walls. They were bleeding, broken, mere images of what they had once been.
Chapter 1: The Morning After Legolas woke slowly. He was glad that there were no bright lights around or he would have been blinded. He rolled slowly from his back to his right side, trying to ignore the pain that ran through every part of his body. He coughed hard and stared numbly at the blood that now lay on the stone floor. He moved his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, wincing as the chain attached to his wrist screeched along the floor.
"Well, I won't be trying that again," he thought. He took a deep breath and almost blacked out as his rib moved, probably cracked. He glanced up and saw Aragorn lying, much like he was.
"Aragorn," he hissed. His voice was little more than a whisper. "Lazy," he thought, smiling wryly as Aragorn didn't move. He glanced at his wrists. "Stupid chains."
Moving as quickly as his battered body would allow, he crawled towards Aragorn. Legolas moved his hand to Aragorn's arm, shaking him gently. Noticing blood on his had as he drew it away, he scrutinized his friend. Aragorn had a long, deep gash running up his arm. The man stirred slightly, his eyes focusing on Legolas.
"Legolas?" he asked. The Elf nodded, instantly regretting it as violent pain ran down his neck and back.
"Are you okay?" Aragorn asked.
"I've been better," Legolas replied. Aragorn smiled slightly. It was easy to se that, even though they had both been beaten with in an inch of their life for their little "stunt" the night before, Aragorn's injuries were more superficial. Legolas had a large gash on his side, as well as a cut on his cheek, but other than that he looked fairly healthy. Aragorn, on the other hand, was covered in bruises and cuts.
"You look better than I do" Aragorn commented.
"Apparently whoever did this to me was more fond of internal injuries," the elf said dryly. Aragorn glance at him, inviting him to continue. "I'm pretty sure that a couple of my ribs are cracked. My left wrist is broken, and my entire body is in considerable pain," he continued. Aragorn nodded, looking at Legolas with concern in his eyes. "I'll be fine," Legolas assured him. Aragorn nodded and curled up on the floor again. Legolas moved away from him and he lay of the floor as well.
He was almost asleep when the door to their small cell screeched open. Legolas was instantly awake. Saruman entered, flanked by two orcs.
"Well if it isn't the two escapees," he said, smiling wickedly, "You won't be going anywhere very soon, now will you?" He indicated the manacles that held their wrists and ankles. Legolas recoiled slightly, as Saruman crouched down beside him.
"You're pathetic, little elf," Saruman taunted. The orcs around laughed stupidly. Saruman stood, he gave Legolas a well aimed kick in the ribs. Legolas cried out in pain as his already cracked ribs snapped. He coughed hard several times, blood spraying from his mouth onto the floor. He was almost blinded by his pain and curled up slightly, concentrating on not passing out. One of the orcs pounced on him, his fist connecting with Legolas's shoulder. He was knocked to the side and cracked his head painfully on the cement wall. Black spots fought for control of his vision. Saruman smiled with satisfaction and turned to leave, his orc pets following him. As Legolas struggled to get control over the pain that ran through him, he remembered another time much like this one.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Legolas and Aragorn had been captured by the uruk-hai four days before. Their hands were tied behind their backs and they were forced to run along with their captors. They each had one on each side of them, holding on to their arms, pulling them along. Legolas glanced up to see Isengard in plain view and a cold tendril of fear ran down is back. He and Aragorn were dragged up the stairs or the tower and thrown at Saruman's feet. "An Elf and a human," he commented. "It's not very often that I get an Elf." He then kicked Legolas hard in the stomach, who gasped in pain, wavered, and fell to his knees. He then turned his attention to Aragorn. "I thought you were supposed to be King," he said, grinning evilly. He rewarded Aragorn with a sharp kick in the head. "Get them out of my sight!" Saruman ordered the orcs. Legolas and Aragorn were dragged down into the bottom of the tower into the deepest dungeon Saruman possessed.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Legolas was dragged from his painful memories as Aragorn gently shook him. He pulled away, expecting to see another orc looming over him. "Its all right," Aragorn said softly. His eyes swept over his injured friend. His hand moved slowly to the cut on the elf's side. It was fairly deep, the only real superficial injury in Legolas's body.
"Where's the sky?" Legolas asked, his voice frantic. The elf was delusional and didn't seem to know what was happening.
"Shh, Shh..." Aragorn whispered, concerned for his friend's health. Although it took a lot to hurt or kill an elf, it could be done.
"Pathetic, isn't it." Saruman's voice commented. Aragorn jumped. He hadn't been aware that Saruman was in the cell with them.
"You did this!" Aragorn hissed.
"You'd think it would take more to hurt and elf so badly," Saruman observed.
"I'm surprised he isn't dead after spending three years with you!" Aragorn spat. A gasp of fear came from Legolas.
"What's he doing here?" Legolas asked, fear electrifying his senses. He pushed himself against the wall, getting as far away from Saruman as he could.
"Am I really that scary?" Saruman asked, sounding pleased.
"Get out of here," Aragorn ordered.
"Do you seriously think that you, a slave, can order me around?" Saruman asked, amused.
"Get out," Aragorn repeated, leveling his gaze with Saruman's. The wizard didn't say another word, just turned on his heel and left, slamming the door behind him.
"Legolas." Aragorn murmured softly, focussing on the wounded elf. The look of complete panic had left his eyes and he relaxed slightly. He was deathly pale. Aragorn glanced at him and suddenly noticed that even the elf's hands had gone pale. In fact his entire body was deathly white. A thought struck him.
"Legolas, Elrond once told me that an elf will get very sick, maybe even die, if they can't see the sky. Its even worse if they are injured or sick."
"I know," Legolas whispered. "I've known that all my life." He glance around the small cell. "Somehow I don't think any sun is going to get in here," he said, smiling wryly.
"I'm sure Saruman will be back, especially since I ordered him out," Aragorn said.
"I wish I could have seen that," Legolas laughed, then coughed as pain shot through his ribs. Aragorn smiled.
"Go to sleep, my friend. I'll wait for him." Legolas didn't argue. He curled up into a ball and fell into a deep sleep. Just as Aragorn had suspected, Saruman was soon back.
By that point, Legolas was slightly green-tinged.
"That elf can really put on a show can't he?" Saruman asked. Aragorn looked at him in amazement.
"You know that an elf will die if he can't see the sky! Are you trying to kill him?" The human demanded.
"A tempting offer," Saruman shot back. Aragorn felt slightly ill.
"Just help him," he said desperately. The wizard nodded to the two orcs. Aragorn tensed, unsure of what they were going to do. But instead of injuring the elf, the unlocked the manacles on his arms and legs and hauled him to his feet. Legolas had barely any strength left and didn't fight as they hauled his arms behind his back, thought he did go slightly more green as they harshly grabbed his left wrist. Soon his hands were tied behind his back. Saruman forcefully took his arm and dragged him out of the cell. Legolas turned, looking frantically at Aragorn, but gave in and allowed himself to be steered away. As he was half dragged down the row of cells, he looked with disgust at the human slaves that gave people food. Some of them were only children. Saruman dragged him up a flight of stairs and threw him through a door. He landed hard on his back and winced, unable to move because of his hands.
"Don't run away little elf," Saruman taunted. He left, closing the door tightly. Legolas looked around the area he was in. High walls surrounded him, ones that he probably wouldn't have been able to climb even if his hands weren't bound. He looked up at the blue sky and felt some of his strength return. Even though his injuries were still there, he didn't feel as ill. He rolled onto his side and fell into a blissful sleep.