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Chapter 2: Painful Memories Aragorn sat with his back pressed against the wall. If his arms and legs hadn't been bound, he would have been pacing. Just take Legolas outside, he thought, don't hurt him. Just take him outside. If anything happened to the elf, he would never forgive himself. Just take him outside, he repeated inside his head, a feeling of dread running through him. "Let him be okay" the man whispered to himself. ******************** Legolas awoke painfully. The shoulder he had slept on ached and his left wrist throbbed. Each breath he took sent shots of pain through his ribs. He rolled onto his back and felt the grass beneath his fingertips. It had been too long since he'd felt grass. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ "Come on, Legolas!" Aragorn whispered. Legolas waited until the Orcs had passed and then ran through the gap between two trees. He stopped, pressing his back against the trunk of a random tree, his fingers wrapped around parts of the bark. Aragorn stood beside him, cradling his left arm, which had just been wounded by a sharp tree branch. Blood flowed freely from the gash. "Are you okay?" Legolas asked the human quietly. Aragorn nodded. "Lets get out of here," he said, a small smile spreading over his face, the adrenaline coaxing it on. Legolas turned and had to do everything within his power to keep from screaming. An Uruk-hai stood with his back to them. The elf's heartbeat quickened. He moved slowly back wards, away from the hideous creature. His hand scraped along the bark of a tree, making the quietest of noises-but not quiet enough. The Uruk-Hai heard. He spun to face them; grabbing Legolas by the throat and slamming him back into a tree. The elf glanced quickly beside him to see that Aragorn had an Orc on either side of him, holding his arms. "My, my, aren't we in trouble" The Uruk-hai taunted. He slammed his fist into Legolas's ribs and the elf felt them crack. The creature then drew a knife and with his right hand crushing the bones in Legolas's left wrist, drew the blade down the side of Elf's body. Pain consumed him, and he promptly lost consciousness. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ "Get up," A voice ordered. Legolas jumped and saw that Saruman was standing over him. He tried vainly to push himself up, but it was impossible with his hands bound. Saruman shook his head and dragged the wounded elf to his feet. Legolas gritted his teeth. Saruman tightened the grip on his arm and pulled back inside the tower, where he was handed off to two Orcs. They each grabbed an arm and brought him back to his cell, where he was thrown to the ground. The Orcs forcefully rolled him over, undid the bindings on his wrists, and chained him back up to the wall. "You're looking well," Aragorn said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well that's fortunate, considering I feel terrible," replied the Elf dryly. "Did you have a nice romp in the park?" Aragorn asked lightly. "It wasn't much of a romp, considering I couldn't get up," Legolas retorted. He attempted to slide closer to the wall and nearly blacked out as his wrist moved. "I think they broke a few more bones in my wrist too," he added calmly. "Sounds fabulous," Aragorn stated. Legolas smiled, bur refrained from laughing, fearing what it would do to his ribs. "I wonder how long it will be before we're both outside, together," Legolas mused. He turned to Aragorn. "Go to sleep, Elessar," he said commandingly, sensing the fatigue on his friend's face. Aragorn smiled peaceably and curled up on the floor, falling into a deep sleep. Legolas gazed at Aragorn, knowing that the human had been awake the entire time he'd been outside. Although he was grateful that his friend was looking out for him, he was annoyed that Aragorn seemed the think that Legolas was unable to take care of himself. Even so, he'd been that way for three years - and he'd gotten used to it. The lay in his back and began to drift off, memories flowing back to him. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Legolas found himself lying on the floor of a dirty cell. Although his hands were no longer bound, the door was locked shut. There would be no getting out. Aragorn was already awake, sitting against the wall. "How did this happen?" Legolas asked quietly. "We were captured by Orcs and an Uruk-hai. Now we're here, most likely about to be turned into Saruman's pets," Aragorn stated coolly. Legolas winced slightly at the bluntness of his words. "We have to get out." Legolas drew himself from the memory in frustration. It had been over three years since that day and they were still here. He bit his lip. They shouldn't be here. "Run Frodo!" Aragorn yelled. "You too, Sam! Get out of here!" Legolas ran up beside his friend, Merry and Pippin in tow. "Come on, you two. Run!" Legolas could make out the panic in Aragorn's voice. Gandalf and Gimli were not far behind the four hobbits. Gimli paused beside Legolas. "You're coming, right?" he asked. Legolas nodded. "I'll be right behind you," he assured the Dwarf. "Let's see if we can hold some of them off first," Aragorn said, drawing his sword. In reply, Legolas grabbed an arrow from his quiver and strung his bow. He released the arrow as the first Orc came around the corner, killing it instantly. "Now we run!" Legolas exclaimed, grabbing Aragorn's arm and pulling hard. It was too late. The Orcs bore down on them. It took three to tackle each of them. An Uruk-hai came around the corner, an evil smile spread over his face. "A human and an elf. My lord will be very pleased with this gift!" Cackling, the Orcs bound their hands. There was no escape. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Legolas sighed. If only we'd run instead of trying to fight. If we had, none of the last three years would have happened, he thought bitterly. Why did we have to try and save everyone? Who was he kidding? Legolas knew that, even if they had run, that the Orcs would've still caught them. At least the others had gotten away safely. He lay there for a few more minutes, wishing things could be different, and sleep soon consumed him. The next three days passed slowly. There was a limit to what you could do in a cell, let alone when you were chained to a wall. The Human and the Elf both spent most of their time asleep. If they were awake at the same time, they would talk, although there was also a limit on how much there was to talk about. Legolas was drifting, half-asleep on the fourth day when the door to their cell opened. Two Uruk-hai entered, and crouched down beside Legolas and Aragorn, unlocking their chains. "Stand up," one of them growled. They both arose warily, their eyes never leaving the Uruk-hai. One forcefully grabbed Legolas's wrists and bound them behind his back. How many times have I been in this position lately? Legolas thought angrily. He resisted the urge to jerk his hands away. "Your master wants to see you," The Orc informed him. "He's not my master," Legolas and Aragorn replied at the same time. The Uruk-hai rewarded that remark by giving them both sharp punches in the ribs. Legolas's eyes clouded over with pain for several seconds, but soon regained their glimmer, full of hate towards their captors. "Come on," one of the Uruk-hai said. Legolas was jerked forwards, and the wounded elf almost lost his balance. He quickly regained it though, and walked beside his captor. They were led up the tower into Saruman's lair. For the first time it what seemed like forever, they weren't thrown to the ground. Legolas was grateful - he'd spent too much of the past three years being beaten while he lay defenseless on the floor. Saruman glared at them, then turned to the two Orcs that had brought them in. "Untie them," he ordered. The Uruk-hai growled unhappily but slowly undid the ropes that bound them. As soon as Legolas could move he jerked his arms out of his captor's grasp. Beside him, Aragorn rubbed his wrists. "You called?" Legolas said, brushing himself off. Saruman nodded to the two "I believe that we have had this conversation before," Saruman began. Legolas knew exactly what this would be about. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ The door to the cell opened slowly. Saruman entered. Legolas glanced up. He and Aragorn both had their forearms chained to the wall but their feet were free. "There is something I need you to tell me." Saruman said. "What would that be?" Aragorn asked. "I need you to tell me where the Ring Bearer is. Better yet, could you lead me to him." Legolas and Aragorn stared at the man as though he were completely mad. "Why would we want to do that?" Legolas asked. "Because I would let you go," Saruman replied "Right. And then you'd use the ring to bring Sauron back and then you'd recapture us. Doesn't sound terribly intelligent, does it?" Legolas spat. "Help me because I ordered you to then!" Saruman said, crouching beside Legolas. The elf spat in his face in response. "That wasn't wise," Saruman stated and slapped Legolas hard, snapping his head to the side. The wizard's fingernails left four parallel cuts on his usually flawless cheek. "I will not help you," Legolas said firmly. "You will pay, little elf!" ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ And Legolas had paid. The pain that ran through him was proof of that. "We won't help you find the ring," Aragorn said. "Well that's a pity," Saruman replied. "It's time for you to get back to work." Legolas and Aragorn exchanged glances. Well, that sounds enjoyable. Legolas thought. "Go wash off some of that blood, find some new clothes and then report back to me. And hurry!"
Chapter 2: Painful Memories Aragorn sat with his back pressed against the wall. If his arms and legs hadn't been bound, he would have been pacing. Just take Legolas outside, he thought, don't hurt him. Just take him outside. If anything happened to the elf, he would never forgive himself. Just take him outside, he repeated inside his head, a feeling of dread running through him. "Let him be okay" the man whispered to himself. ******************** Legolas awoke painfully. The shoulder he had slept on ached and his left wrist throbbed. Each breath he took sent shots of pain through his ribs. He rolled onto his back and felt the grass beneath his fingertips. It had been too long since he'd felt grass. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ "Come on, Legolas!" Aragorn whispered. Legolas waited until the Orcs had passed and then ran through the gap between two trees. He stopped, pressing his back against the trunk of a random tree, his fingers wrapped around parts of the bark. Aragorn stood beside him, cradling his left arm, which had just been wounded by a sharp tree branch. Blood flowed freely from the gash. "Are you okay?" Legolas asked the human quietly. Aragorn nodded. "Lets get out of here," he said, a small smile spreading over his face, the adrenaline coaxing it on. Legolas turned and had to do everything within his power to keep from screaming. An Uruk-hai stood with his back to them. The elf's heartbeat quickened. He moved slowly back wards, away from the hideous creature. His hand scraped along the bark of a tree, making the quietest of noises-but not quiet enough. The Uruk-Hai heard. He spun to face them; grabbing Legolas by the throat and slamming him back into a tree. The elf glanced quickly beside him to see that Aragorn had an Orc on either side of him, holding his arms. "My, my, aren't we in trouble" The Uruk-hai taunted. He slammed his fist into Legolas's ribs and the elf felt them crack. The creature then drew a knife and with his right hand crushing the bones in Legolas's left wrist, drew the blade down the side of Elf's body. Pain consumed him, and he promptly lost consciousness. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ "Get up," A voice ordered. Legolas jumped and saw that Saruman was standing over him. He tried vainly to push himself up, but it was impossible with his hands bound. Saruman shook his head and dragged the wounded elf to his feet. Legolas gritted his teeth. Saruman tightened the grip on his arm and pulled back inside the tower, where he was handed off to two Orcs. They each grabbed an arm and brought him back to his cell, where he was thrown to the ground. The Orcs forcefully rolled him over, undid the bindings on his wrists, and chained him back up to the wall. "You're looking well," Aragorn said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well that's fortunate, considering I feel terrible," replied the Elf dryly. "Did you have a nice romp in the park?" Aragorn asked lightly. "It wasn't much of a romp, considering I couldn't get up," Legolas retorted. He attempted to slide closer to the wall and nearly blacked out as his wrist moved. "I think they broke a few more bones in my wrist too," he added calmly. "Sounds fabulous," Aragorn stated. Legolas smiled, bur refrained from laughing, fearing what it would do to his ribs. "I wonder how long it will be before we're both outside, together," Legolas mused. He turned to Aragorn. "Go to sleep, Elessar," he said commandingly, sensing the fatigue on his friend's face. Aragorn smiled peaceably and curled up on the floor, falling into a deep sleep. Legolas gazed at Aragorn, knowing that the human had been awake the entire time he'd been outside. Although he was grateful that his friend was looking out for him, he was annoyed that Aragorn seemed the think that Legolas was unable to take care of himself. Even so, he'd been that way for three years - and he'd gotten used to it. The lay in his back and began to drift off, memories flowing back to him. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Legolas found himself lying on the floor of a dirty cell. Although his hands were no longer bound, the door was locked shut. There would be no getting out. Aragorn was already awake, sitting against the wall. "How did this happen?" Legolas asked quietly. "We were captured by Orcs and an Uruk-hai. Now we're here, most likely about to be turned into Saruman's pets," Aragorn stated coolly. Legolas winced slightly at the bluntness of his words. "We have to get out." Legolas drew himself from the memory in frustration. It had been over three years since that day and they were still here. He bit his lip. They shouldn't be here. "Run Frodo!" Aragorn yelled. "You too, Sam! Get out of here!" Legolas ran up beside his friend, Merry and Pippin in tow. "Come on, you two. Run!" Legolas could make out the panic in Aragorn's voice. Gandalf and Gimli were not far behind the four hobbits. Gimli paused beside Legolas. "You're coming, right?" he asked. Legolas nodded. "I'll be right behind you," he assured the Dwarf. "Let's see if we can hold some of them off first," Aragorn said, drawing his sword. In reply, Legolas grabbed an arrow from his quiver and strung his bow. He released the arrow as the first Orc came around the corner, killing it instantly. "Now we run!" Legolas exclaimed, grabbing Aragorn's arm and pulling hard. It was too late. The Orcs bore down on them. It took three to tackle each of them. An Uruk-hai came around the corner, an evil smile spread over his face. "A human and an elf. My lord will be very pleased with this gift!" Cackling, the Orcs bound their hands. There was no escape. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Legolas sighed. If only we'd run instead of trying to fight. If we had, none of the last three years would have happened, he thought bitterly. Why did we have to try and save everyone? Who was he kidding? Legolas knew that, even if they had run, that the Orcs would've still caught them. At least the others had gotten away safely. He lay there for a few more minutes, wishing things could be different, and sleep soon consumed him. The next three days passed slowly. There was a limit to what you could do in a cell, let alone when you were chained to a wall. The Human and the Elf both spent most of their time asleep. If they were awake at the same time, they would talk, although there was also a limit on how much there was to talk about. Legolas was drifting, half-asleep on the fourth day when the door to their cell opened. Two Uruk-hai entered, and crouched down beside Legolas and Aragorn, unlocking their chains. "Stand up," one of them growled. They both arose warily, their eyes never leaving the Uruk-hai. One forcefully grabbed Legolas's wrists and bound them behind his back. How many times have I been in this position lately? Legolas thought angrily. He resisted the urge to jerk his hands away. "Your master wants to see you," The Orc informed him. "He's not my master," Legolas and Aragorn replied at the same time. The Uruk-hai rewarded that remark by giving them both sharp punches in the ribs. Legolas's eyes clouded over with pain for several seconds, but soon regained their glimmer, full of hate towards their captors. "Come on," one of the Uruk-hai said. Legolas was jerked forwards, and the wounded elf almost lost his balance. He quickly regained it though, and walked beside his captor. They were led up the tower into Saruman's lair. For the first time it what seemed like forever, they weren't thrown to the ground. Legolas was grateful - he'd spent too much of the past three years being beaten while he lay defenseless on the floor. Saruman glared at them, then turned to the two Orcs that had brought them in. "Untie them," he ordered. The Uruk-hai growled unhappily but slowly undid the ropes that bound them. As soon as Legolas could move he jerked his arms out of his captor's grasp. Beside him, Aragorn rubbed his wrists. "You called?" Legolas said, brushing himself off. Saruman nodded to the two "I believe that we have had this conversation before," Saruman began. Legolas knew exactly what this would be about. ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ The door to the cell opened slowly. Saruman entered. Legolas glanced up. He and Aragorn both had their forearms chained to the wall but their feet were free. "There is something I need you to tell me." Saruman said. "What would that be?" Aragorn asked. "I need you to tell me where the Ring Bearer is. Better yet, could you lead me to him." Legolas and Aragorn stared at the man as though he were completely mad. "Why would we want to do that?" Legolas asked. "Because I would let you go," Saruman replied "Right. And then you'd use the ring to bring Sauron back and then you'd recapture us. Doesn't sound terribly intelligent, does it?" Legolas spat. "Help me because I ordered you to then!" Saruman said, crouching beside Legolas. The elf spat in his face in response. "That wasn't wise," Saruman stated and slapped Legolas hard, snapping his head to the side. The wizard's fingernails left four parallel cuts on his usually flawless cheek. "I will not help you," Legolas said firmly. "You will pay, little elf!" ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ And Legolas had paid. The pain that ran through him was proof of that. "We won't help you find the ring," Aragorn said. "Well that's a pity," Saruman replied. "It's time for you to get back to work." Legolas and Aragorn exchanged glances. Well, that sounds enjoyable. Legolas thought. "Go wash off some of that blood, find some new clothes and then report back to me. And hurry!"