Hey,

Thanks all of you who reviewed, and those of you who did not expect an update so soon so you did not review, it is ok. I lied again. I finished a chapter that I could not help from putting out. It was sooo exciting.

Anyway, those of you who did review, thanks and here are your answers to whatever questions you asked.

Linwen! That is not nice. don't say that…I like the threats!!!!! Love them in fact!!!!! And about the elvish translations, I was just being lazy. But I did not have much elvish this chapter. Just 'edan' and I can tell you that means 'man'. Thanks for the review! And a happy Thanksgiving to you too!!!!!

Yes Lina Skye! I do love your stories a lot, as I told you in the very long email I sent you. And I hope you do not find me crazy for emailing you and will keep reviewing. Your reviews make me sooooooooo excited. I have always wanted a reviewer like you. Hehe! "Raised by…oof!" [snickers] Thanks for your review!!!!!!

Well ElizabethBlack4, hehe. I am glad your reviewed!!! Hehe! Havin' trouble with that name? Funny, it don't mean anything! It is just a jumble of letters I put together. Here is the more you asked for!

Thanks Ymmas Sirron! Wow! I am a great writer! Ok, those of you that don't agree with that, she said it!!!! [points finger] Hehe! Naw, just kidding, I am glad you said it. Made me feel really good! I shared it with my mom, she said it was really sweet. Happy Thanksgiving to you too!!!! And well, my new story will be out on Dec 1st. Hopefully! Enjoy!

Well Nikki1, I think Legolas would go absolutely ballistic is Aragorn does not wake up soon. And don't worry he will!!! And we would not want him any other way.

K, happy Thanksgiving all, here 'tis!

Chapter 5

Legolas stumbled forward, bright light fell around him in flowing torrents of sun.

He shielded his eyes, looking up through the canopy of green trees.

A smile came upon his face, it felt odd to make that sort of movement. He had worn a frown and glare for so long that any other movement of his features felt odd to his lips and eyes.

He barely had a moment to adjust to the light before the ropes round his neck and waist were pulled and he was heaved forward, with a cry his injured, swollen ankle caught beneath him and his weight shifted to it making him colapse to the ground in an faded soggy heap.

"Come on Tarpen!" Donolea called back in a hissing tone, but it was oddly happy.

The prince looked up to see the evil elf holding Aragorn up by his dark hair, a steel dagger blade was placed against his side.

Legolas did not need any further warning, he struggled weakly to rise. After a few tries, the elves at the sides grabbed his arms and dragged him up to his shaky feet.

Donolea smiled wickedly, sheathing the blade and slinging the young man back onto his shoulder, garnering a grunt of pain from Aragorn's form.

"Oh." the seemingly mad elf let go of the man and watched "Our little friend is awake." he smiled and bent down nearly the groaning man.

Aragorn held himself in a tight ball to keep from being beaten. He slowly opened his groggy eyes. Then wiped them to try and clear the fog from them.

He turned his black and blue bruise filled face to the strange elf leaning over him.

"Welcome back edan." Donolea whispered as he brought his foot back and delivered a sharp kick to the human's bruised back.

Legolas fought against the elves at his side, but stopped when Donolea let another kick fly. He turned his eyes away and let the tears fall.

"Shall I deliver another Tarpen?" the elf round to the man's head and placed his silky boot tip against the man's head, pulling it back and looking up at Legolas.

The prince shook his head quickly and took a step back, looking up into the cruel merciless eyes of his captor.

"No that will not be necessary. I will do as you ask."

Donolea nodded a smile upon his face, he pulled his boot tip away and Aragorn sighed with relief.

"Whom are you speaking to Tarpen? I could not tell because you did not differentiate which one of us you were speaking to." the red haired elf looked the blonde in the eyes.

Legolas knew exactly what Donolea wanted. But he would never do it, never would he call this elf sir. He had no master and certainty not this being.

"I am sorry Donolea, but I can not call you sir!" he shook his head, pride etched all over the proud features. "I will never pay homage to you or your kin." his tongue began to speak and he could not stop it. He found himself saying things that he had not meant. "Because I know what a slimy, bag of Morgoth's rot you truly are Donolea. You and all your kin! If I could, I would make your passing swift so my friend nor I had to smell your rancid flesh on this earth."

The captain growled deep in his throat and his eyes flashed with rage. Legolas finally realized he should not have said any of what he did.

He watched as a dagger flashed in Donolea's gloved hand. He knelt down next to Aragorn, who was now laying so still he was not sure if he still lived.

The gloved hand grabbed the man's arm swiftly and he pulled it so hard that Estel yelped and tried to scoot away.

With a flick of his wrist, the elf had the dagger placed right over Aragorn's stomach, ready as soon as he pleased to press in and let the human's life end painfully.

The elf was red with anger and Legolas knew that any word against him would surely end his best friend's life. He could not let that happen. The prince would give up his own royal title, his own life just to protect Estel.

Legolas lowed his head and kneeled on his knees and spoke softly, and the words he spoke even went against his own mind and heart.

"Please sir. Forgive me, I knew not. My tongue rambles sometimes. Forgive me, spare the life of my friend. Please I beg of thee."

Donolea let up a bit and sheathed his black knife.

"I will forgive you. But remember from now on. One false move, slip of the tongue and mark my words Tarpen! I will slit his stomach and hung him in the trees for crow feed."

The cruel promise went deep and Legolas nodded, standing to his feet shakily.

The pitiless elf layed his eyes upon Aragorn and smiled wickedly once more and pointed to Jonal, who stood with a small pipe loaded with another of the vile sleeping darts.

"You make a fuss, we'll send you back to dreamland. Got it?"

The young man looked to Legolas, unsure of what to do. But when the prince did not looked at him, he nodded curtly.

"Can you walk slime?!" the raven haired elf, Illan, asked tugging at the prince's bonds.

Estel nodded quietly, and watched as another raven haired elf came forward with rope, tying it round the man's neck and waist just as they had done to Legolas.

"Jonal lead us. Illan come behind with Tarpen. Sosal, you walk behind him and take the human. I will follow and be the rear guard." Donolea brought out his sword, a black and twisted piece of metal and jabbed Aragorn in the back to get him moving. "Get movin' scum!"

The young man trotted forward with Sosal leading him through the brush. Donolea followed close behind and evil gleam in his eyes.

"Watch out edan. My temper is a little odd. You might make me mad and won't know it. Watch your back." he warned jabbing his sword tip at the young mortal again.

Estel looked back and ran gracefully forward, Donolea wondered as he watched the man run. He ran just like an elf.

But, he shrugged it off and followed after his charges, smiling inwardly at how proud his master would be of him. Oh yes, he would get a big reward for this. An elf and a man.

And especially if he had the elf trained by the time he got their, humans were not hard to train. They just needed a little bite of the whip and they soon found it out.

He laughed as he thought of the young boy running scarred, chains keeping him in sight and whips lashing out against him, catching his legs and hands, making him cry.

A devilish smile formed on his face. What fun it would be.

"Faster!" Aragorn let his feet move. He groaned inwardly as his legs began to become sore. His leg was healed by now and he had no more trouble with it. But it was the fact that they had been running for over nine hours now.

The sun was just beginning to rise over the tops of the mountains and the forest was filled with pale golden light that hit upon his sweat dampened face.

The elves did not seem to be having any trouble with the running, not even Legolas. He just kept running, never slowing enough to get near Aragorn so they could talk. And even if he would, he could not talk to his friend.

The two elves that were in between them did not help at all.

And he was absolutely certain of his new theory that Donolea had some power taken from Morgoth. There was no way he was able to hold his sword up the entire time as well as run for nine hours, elven or not.

Donolea rushed forward without the others, eyes excited and happy. He jumped through the bushes and landed out in a clearing.

Beautiful rows of wheat blew soothingly in the wind, the clear blue sky shone bright with the new sun, and Aragorn watched as birds flew overhead.

The young human watched the fields as people worked the land. Their backs were almost completely bare and the sun beat down upon them.

He watched as tall proud figures followed behind, letting whips fly on the people who did not do it fast enough.

Far off a woman cried in pain, and a baby screamed.

It did not seem so beautiful any longer. In fact, that world seemed to have turned into one horrible nightmare, and Aragorn was powerless to awaken from it.

TBC~

Ok, Please R&R! No flames. You do flame, well that is your guilty conscious not mine.

B-bye now!!!!!