Ok, here 'tis. What you all have [hopefully] been waiting for.

Um….ok, here is more for you leggylover03.

*Pushes Legolas away* You go practice shooting your cute little bow Lego'. Me and Linwen need to talk. *To Linwen* I never said it was not AU. *wicked grin* But then again, I never said it was either. Hmmm. Choices, choices.

Well Koya, this chapter will hopefully be nice for you. But I doubt that they will find each other in the way you wanted, unless you are an angst monger like me.

Actually Mellaithwen-ElvenMaiden, In my RotK photo guide it says that Arwen is not supposed to be doing the sword making in the movie, and the two in the picture look exactly alike. So I assume them to be the twins. Then, the guy that stands up when the beacon is lit by Pippin on the tower. I call him Beregond. Hehe. I am very odd. And if you do not agree that is just fine. No one ever agrees with me so I would much like to know what you think. Anyway, oh, and I got the soundtrack for Christmas, so I was extremely pleased, and now I can listen to Billy Boyd whenever my heart desires. I liked track 19 the best. What is you favorite?

I agree whole heartedly Newmoon!!!!!!!! Hehe, nice use of lines there. ;) And thanks. I am glad you like this fic. Please keep reading, I am always glad to hear from you.

Ahah! I thought that was what it meant. Thanks a bunch Nikki1!!!!! And again, RotK was spectacular!!! Kind of hard to believe it is over though. Track ten of the soundtrack keeps reminding me and driving me to almost tears. But there is always fan fiction. And trust me, things can get worse!!! *Evil grin*

I think I might start calling you Gollum, Ymmas Sirron. Naw, just kiddin'. I'm glad you like it so much!!! I am very flattered. Looking for your reviews.

Ok, hope I did not forget anyone. Now here I go to post this thing. Enjoy!!! And remember, no flaming!!! Hope all your Christmas's were good!!!! Happy new year!!!!!

Chapter 9

Shroud by shroud, the mist black mists divided leaving an unexplored territory that seemed to loom before his sight.

A laugh escaped him inwardly as he shook his head and backed away from the threatening consciousness.

'I am not going back. Ha! To be blind and a hostage to a colony of insane minded elves.' he scoffed and tried to turn around, but his feet would not move.

Instead, he slid forward. Growling angrily at his body he tried to pull back once more, to sink into the comforting sleep.

'I said no!' he tried to yell, but was reminded harshly of why he hated to be unconscious. He could not talk when he was unconscious, only think. It bugged him to no end.

His brothers were always teasing about how he was better at talking than thinking. And for a while he had agreed, sometimes his mouth would work much faster than his brain.

"Tithen pen?"

A light voice cut through his subconscious and ground at his eardrums. The voice was somewhat eerie, like a cat purring sweetly to a little mouse it had trapped in the corner.

He hated those voices; drat them and all their retched kind.

"Come on little rat! Awaken from your sleep!"

A heavy weight hit into him and he sucked in a breath as consciousness returned quickly.

"That's it tithen mellon nin."

Aragorn suddenly became aware of the fact that his head felt rather heavy and airy, he let his eyes slowly open.

He was rewarded with something he did not at all expect, a slightly blurry dark area before him.

Shrouded moonlight slid through the leaves that the sparse trees supplied, and a whistling wind caught him in the face, and he realized that he could see everything.

Yet, the awkward part was that everything seemed to be at an odd angle. Like it was upside down.

'That would explain the odd feeling of my head.' he smiled inwardly at the slowness of his young brain.

The fields and trees came into view and he smiled, or rather tried to smile as joy flooded his heart, though at that moment a voice from behind him replaced the joy with fear.

A shiver ran up the young man's spine as the angry voice continued to speak, and he realized that whom-ever it was speaking to him.

"Are you listening worm?!" another punch in the torso sent his aloft body spinning round in a dizzy circle.

This made him remember of past things, not to happy ones. Ones that involved Elladan, Elrohir, and his gullible nature.

"Please don't do that." he said after a while and was not really amazed when he found it rather difficult to speak and breathe in the awkward position he now found himself in.

A fierce hand grabbed his young and not yet hardened jaws and stopped the spinning making him face the very thing her did not want to see at this moment.

'Not another elf.' he moaned silently as his captor and better growled.

Suddenly a less harsh tone came over the elf's pale face, he pouted a moment and actually seemed sorry.

"Oh, I am sorry, did I make you dizzy?"

Estel tried to nod, but found it also hard, so he found his voice and tried to speak the elf's native tongue. Maybe he would soften up and it was much easier for Aragorn to concentrate on anyhow.

"Ye." he responded trying to make his vision stop swimming.

The angry elf that he had fought with the day before chuckled softly before smiling gently.

"Well let's try the other way, maybe that will help."

At these words the smile faded from the man's face and he quickly shook his head.

Cildan looked quite a bit too happy and Aragorn did not at all like the look in his eyes.

Pull his arm back, the elf pushed hard on the human, making him fly high against the tree and begin to spin around and around.

"I'll be back little whelp. I got some discussin' to do. You just *hang* around for a bit." the elf laughed at his own pitiless joke and with another quick spin moved away from the young human, his slightly illuminated form disappearing in the night.

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"Do it!" a fist connected with the side of the elven prince's head, slamming into his temple and sending bright lights flashing and an annoying ringing in his ears.

He put his hands around his ears in order to protect them till the sounds had subsided. He breathed deep and kept his eyes on the dry grass beneath him.

"Well! Does the young prince-ling need another day at our special guest residents?" Cildan asked stepping towards the blonde elf and brining his hand up to strike the other.

A slight smile came over Cildan's face and he lowered his hand.

"Or?" he turned back to look at the young edan that was still swinging round. "Or would you rather I let the little edan take your lesson for you?" a sly tone indicated more than Legolas wanted to know. The elf prince's heart leapt a beat.

"No! Please!" he struggled to get painfully to his feet.

The other elf laughed mercilessly.

"Well then, I think that you should obey! Now go teach the little whelp a lesson he won't soon forget, or he'll get more to count for your arrogance."

At this moment Legolas realized that resistance was futile, he would not be able to save Estel. They were both in the custody of these odd elves, and right now the prince did not see that as a comforting situation.

Rising reluctantly to his feet, Legolas took a step forward, light from the moon caught on his face and a chilled breeze rustled through. The wind played against his hair and the moon lit against it.

A push sent him stumbling unsteadily forward as his healing ankle almost crumbled.

"Hurry up!"

Legolas growled and eased forward, trotting lightly to keep from being pushed again. He would not stumble again in front of these elves. He would show no weakness, he was the prince of Mirkwood and they knew it.

He came to a stop as he saw Estel form hanging, in the moonlight he looked quite green, very ill and looked about to show it by emptying his stomach.

"Strider?" Legolas whispered kneeling down so he could look into his friend's nauseated eyes.

The voice had the desired reaction, two silver orbs clasped onto the blue ones and he sighed in relief.

"Oh…Leg-Legolas. You are alright." he coughed and groaned as the pain in his stomach came forward more.

The elf prince stood back to his feet, adrenaline and some other force pushing his emotions over the edge.

"Well?" Cildan's voice behind him prodded. "Donolea will not wait forever? Now Tarpen! Or I will have some else do it, and you will have to watch every moment." the elf sneered picking up a piece of old splintered branch.

He tossed it to Legolas; the elf caught it looking at the piece in the frail moonlight, his keen eyes seeing the dulled barbs that decorated it.

The elf prince looked back to his friend, he knew that Aragorn's bines had just healed and that he might not be strong enough. He knew what lay at stake, he could not do this, it was wrong. Yet something prodded him forward, but it was a feeling for Estel's well being. A feeling of pure hatred for mankind began to tug at his mind.

'Remember what they did?' it whispered. 'What his kind did to your mother, the woman with enough kindness for all of Middle-earth, her life taken away by his race's carelessness.'

A red fire began to grow beyond the elf's eyes. He dropped the branch and held his head and ears, trying to force the images and voices out.

"No! It is not true!" he yelled at himself, trying hard to keep his feet beneath him while he tried to keep his emotions at bay.

"Legolas?" Strider's soft voice did not help, the elf's head reeled and the voices did not leave, they kept up their annoying persistence, each moment growing louder and louder till he could hear nothing else but their incessant babbling. Their lies.

"No! Shut up! Leave me alone!!!!" he cried out in his own tongue to try and make the voices understand.

They got louder and more powerful with each dying moment, and for the first time. The elf prince realized that this was not he who was doing this. His memories drifted back to that day.

A soft tap to his right alerted the elf prince of another being in the room, he looked up to see Donolea walk in, or rather limp.

A beautiful silver and mahogany cane helping support his weight, the strange red haired elf smiled, which was a rather unsettling thing Legolas had discovered.

Whenever that particular elf smiled, it was not a good thing.

"Why hello my dear Tarpen." the elf greeted with a friendly smile. "Have a nice 'vacation'?"

Something inside the elf laughed and looked at the other elf oddly.

'If they call that a vacation I would rather love to know what jail time is?' he mused, trying to move his arms, and finding that they would not budge looked down.

All limbs were clasped down to the cot by a heavy leather belt, something else that the elf prince did not find comforting.

"What do you want snake?!" he asked rather perturbed at the annoyingly happy red haired elf. "Another training lesson I suppose?"

Donolea shook his head and another oddly; friendly smile lit his face as he hobbled over to a chair that was seated beside the prisoner's bed.

"No, I actually rather hoped to take a look at that wound to your ankle. It looked quite nasty. And my master would not be pleased if we lost you to something as simple as an overlooked fever Tarpen."

"Master? There are more of you sickening people?!"

The other elf looked hurt and looked up with pain felt eyes.

"Now mellon nin. What on earth are you so angry with me for. I have so far made your life better. You no longer have that irritating edan bothering you with stupid questions. Poor things probably happier." Carefully, Donolea unwrapped the makeshift bandage around Legolas's ankle and began to put an ointment on it, the medicine stung like fire and salt mixed and the elf prince could not help closing his eyes and biting his lip to keep from screaming.

"Oh I am sorry, does that hurt?"

Biting back the cry that came to his lips the elf prince forced out a word: "No."

Donolea finished his ministrations and smiled as he tied off the prince's ankle.

"That should feel better by tonight. Sweet dream Tarpen."

'The ointment, it's the source.'

He groaned as the fighting in his head continued and began to grow louder and louder.

So intent was he on getting the voice out, that he did not see Cildan smile broadly as Donolea emerged from behind the prince.

"Is it working?" he asked with a somewhat impatient snort.

"Like a charm milord. Won't be long now."

The red-haired being smiled and picked up the branch, his hefted a hard swing for the young mortal.

The wood cracked against Estel's side and he cried out at the harsh abuse. His body began to swing from side to side once more making his aching head swim.

"Legolas?" he whispered as he drew as much breath as he felt he could, his side was something new to add to his growing list of concerns and for the first time in his life his thoughts were geared towards asking Elrond to check on his ribs when they got away.

"Ingenious Cildan. Tying the boy upside down. Make sure to remind me of that later and you will receive some wine from the cellars." Donolea turned hard eyes on the younger being.

"Yes sir!"

Donolea looked down to Legolas, the elf was now seething with rage. His eyes were full of fire and his face was pinched in pain and annoyance.

'He's taking a lot longer.' he wondered checking over the elf. 'Resilient one you are. No matter though. You'll crack soon enough. And when you do, all will be just the same.' the red haired elf chuckled deeply and kicked the prince onto his side. 'Left here forever.'



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Donolea smiled inwardly as he looked at the creature before him.

'Oh yes, Tranol would be most pleased.'

Before him stood a tall blonde elf, his eyes hard and dark. His hair in a tight braid behind his head, a warrior born and breed. Trained and a magnificent slave driver to behold.

"Well Tarpen, you look mighty fine."

The elf saluted and bowed low.

"Thank you sir!" his strong voice echoing slightly in the small armory.

"Who do you work for?" Donolea asked with much pride.

Legolas's body never slackened.

"You hir nin."

The red haired being nodded.

"What is your job?!" he half shouted, making sure that the elf did not flinch, and he did not. Legolas pulled a three pronged whip from his brown leather belt and held it tightly.

"I am a slave driver!"

"And what are the slaves?" Donolea stood tall in front of his prize.

A frown creased his weary face and he growled softly.

"Tarpen?!"

A thought seemed to pass over the blonde elf's features. His brain froze and seemed to think a moment. What was he doing? Who were the slaves? There were no slaves.

His brain tried to supply the needed information, but it was not what he wanted.

"Answer me!"

Donolea snapped a whip from his belt and snapped it at the elf before him.

Blood dripped from the deep laceration on the soft skin on Legolas's torso, he cringed and shifted away from the angered elf.

"The human's s-sir."

A smile spread over the master elf's features.

"Thank you. Let us spend less time on that minor question in the future mellon nin."

"Yes lord."

Donolea nodded and took up a cloth, wiping the blood away from the other elf's body.

"Alright, now. Go out there and show those ugly edain why we do our work!"

Legolas's eyes seemed torn, but he nodded.

"Yes Lord Donolea."

TBC~

Ok, no killing me now.

To explain things a bit better since the chapter was a bit jumpy.

When Donolea visited him he put healing ointment on the wound, but it was not just that. It was sort of a mind control kind of thing. That is what happened to most of the elves at this place. Scary!!!! And Aragorn is alright, he is basically a bit confused and the next chapter will have more Lego and Aro pain most likely.

So please review!!!! No flames!!!!!!