Chapter I – Prisoners

Aragorn struggled in his bonds for the umpteenth time. His wrists already ached from his futile attempts. What did these men want with them? It had all happened so fast. One moment, they had been traveling back to Legolas' home with a message from Lord Elrond and the next they were prisoners  for no reason at all except being rather unfortunate to have met this mad man.

A slight moan across him brought him back to the present, and his eyes were hopeful as he watched his friend.

"Legolas, my friend! Awaken!"

Legolas moaned again and some clarity returned to his eyes. He closed his eyes firmly for a moment against the ache in his head.

"… Aragorn…Where are we? What happened…"

"Do you not remember?"

Legolas struggled to think clearly and suddenly it all came tumbling back to him.

"We were taken! Why…?"

"I do not know mellon nin …"

The two fell silent as their minds drifted back to the events of the past few days.

They had stopped to rest for the night when a group of man had come upon them. The leader had seemed slightly surprised at meeting an elf, at first, and a gleam passed through his eyes before he spoke again. They claimed they were lost, but when the leader of the group dismounted  to speak more clearly to them, he had taken them by surprise with his attack. The pommel of his sword had come down hard against the side of Legolas' head before he could react, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Aragorn had reacted quickly, and managed to take down their attacker before the rest of the group was upon him and his was over powered. He could only watch helplessly as they bound his friend and threw him over a horse and secured himself to another mount.

The journey to wherever they were to be taken had seemed like forever to Aragorn. Legolas had woken once and together they had tried to escape from their strange captors but it was all in vain. For all their efforts, Aragorn had come away with bruises and Legolas was in bad shape with another head injury, a broken wrist and badly bruised ribs.

Aragorn stared hard at his friend now. His eyes were slightly glazed with and he sat very still so as not to aggravate his broken wrist which sent fiery hot pain through his arm whenever he moved his bound hands. His breathing seemed slightly labored and he rested his head lightly against the pole to which he was bound. His hair clung to dried blood at his hairline.

"What do you think they want with us Aragorn?"

"I do not know Legolas… I do not know. We can only wait and see."

As though in answer to their questions the door to their cell creaked open and a well-dressed stately man entered.

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TBC…

This is kind of my first serious Legolas - Aragorn fic ( Non slash) , so review and tell me what you think and if I should continue this !!! I know this first chapter is a little short… but it seemed the right place to end…