A/n: All righty, I'm gonna post obviously but as I said before I'll be gone
for the next 5 days, so u'll have to go without story for a bit. I don't
wanna go, u have NO idea how much I don't wanna go. But I'll save the hours
of bitching for my many imaginary friends and let you read some more. I
dunno about u, but Legolas turns me on in this chappie! I mean, there is
never a time when he doesn't but in this one especially.shudders
Anyway..happy reading!
Part 49
The sun shed a rather pale, scarlet light upon the land the following morning. It was odd, confusing, as if foretelling some horrible event yet at the same time giving some foreign hope to Aragorn's troubled mind. Theoden would lead his men to Isengard this morning. And Aragorn would finally reach Legolas, whether he would once again look into those blue eyes, or carry his body back to Helm's Deep.
Legolas' pale, cobalt eyes lifted open wearily. It was morning, he realized. Another day of captivity, another day of beatings and praying that his best friend would not come to his death.He had a particularly bad feeling about this day, and yet some new found hope, though only a faint glimmer. He was sore, understandably, from the blows he had taken in the past two days and lying on the cold, stone floor. Legolas lay still for a moment, listening to silence.
And then with dread, he heard approaching footsteps, someone shuffling furtively toward the door. He held his
breath in anticipation, and the doorlatch lifted with a click before the door itself swung open.
And there, haunting the doorway as a shadow, was Wormtongue.
Aragorn rode ceremoniously upon Hasufel, Eomer on his right, Theoden on his left, Gimli behind him. They stopped upon the overlooking cliff before the plains and the Tower of Isengard,their eyes glimpsing the horizon breaking from the darkness of night into the glory of dawn. Aragorn had his stormy gray eyes fixed on Isengard, contempt burning through them like coal. If Legolas was dead or worse, he would slaughter Saruman, and may the Valar deal his
judgement.
Legolas squirmed helplessly, struggling to escape Wormtongue. Disgusted by the repulsive creature hovering over him, he tried not to let it meet his eyes. His wrists were bound to an iron handle protruding from the wall, the cobblestone hard and cold beneath him. Even with the livid
light streaming through the window, darkness seemed to engulf the Elf prince.
" Ah, you are the fairest I have yet seen, Elf ",
Wormtongue hissed in Legolas' ear.
The prince pressed his eyes shut, trying to push the scene happening from his mind.
" The Lady of Rohan is beautiful, but you are as a pale, cold flower in the frosted breath of winter ", he added.
For a moment, Legolas was comforted by the memory of Aragorn calling him by his old Elvish nickname, crowned him in his best friend's youth. Nim Alfirin, Pale Immortal Flower.
Wormtongue ran one icy finger along the Elf's jawbone, smirking evilly, his eyes gleaming with ill - intended lust.
" Leave me alone, you foul beast ", Legolas spat.
" Oh, a fiery one you are ",Wormtongue said delightfully.
Legolas glared at him with piercing blue eyes, but much to his unexpressed dismay, Wormtongue drew a dagger from his cloak. He slipped it beneath the Elf's chin, holding his gaze, and Legolas' face tightened. Wormtongue lifted the prince's tunic away from his chest and with one long sound of shredding cloth, cut it in two. It fell away from the prince's shoulders,revealing Legolas' pale skinned, muscular torso, defined by the centuries of archery training. Wormtongue shuddered with lust and Legolas reeled in disgust as the man relished touching him, the same finger running down the center of his chest to his flat,tightened stomach.
Wormtongue then used his dagger to lightly trace where his finger had ran, tormenting the Elf, who was panicking with anxiety.
The moment that foul slime cut his leggings, it would be over. He would be so violently violated. After nearly three thousand years of remaining pure,chaste, he would be
defiled,tainted,raped by the lowliest creature on earth. And no one would hear his screams.
Legolas trembled inwardly as Wormtongue ran his vile fingers along the Elf's silvery blonde hair and then swiftly nicked his high cheekbone with the tip of the blade.
" I mark you ", the servant of Saruman murmured, revolting the Elf.
Legolas felt a single drop of blood escape the scratch painlessly. He locked his eye son the ceiling, trying to keep the tears from escaping him. He sensed what would happen now and had never been more afraid in all his life. Legolas closed his eyes once more, waiting to be suffocated by the contemptuous form of Wormtongue, trying not to become hysterical with screams and tears. Unbearable tension hung in the air as he heard the beast's heavy, lustful breathing, nearing him. Closer. Closer.
And his heart almost stopped when the door burst open, though he could not see who had just absent - mindedly saved him. Wormtongue rose and spun around, leaving Legolas sighing in relief.
" Leave him."
It was a harsh, cold, infuriated voice from his savior. And Legolas' heart filled with joy. Aragorn. It was Aragorn. Ai, Eru, thank you.
The ranger stood towering in the doorway, his eyes blazing with fury, hatred. Anduril was in his tightened grip, threatening to swipe through anyone who approached him. His jaw was clenched in anger.Wormtongue froze, staring at the man.
" Get out ", Aragorn ordered.
Wormtongue did not hesitate to briskly leave, sweeping past Aragorn and disappearing down the darkened hall. He would be dealt with soon enough, Aragorn thought. The ranger dashed to kneel beside the Elf, who lay bound to the wall.
" Forgive me, Legolas, for not coming sooner and allowing you to endure torment ", he said.
Aragorn drew a dagger from his boot and snapped the prince's fetters.
" Theoden's army still approaches, but I could wait no longer to find you ", he added.
Legolas sat up once her was freed of the rope, shivering from the drafty chamber and not being clothed in his tunic, yet also shaken with fear from what nearly took place. He already thought himself to be tainted just by being touched the way he was, with lust. Legolas shuddered, causing
Aragorn to gaze upon him with concern.
" Did he? " the ranger asked quietly.
" Almost ", Legolas answered immediately, shaking slightly.
Aragorn took the cloak from his own shoulders and placed it around the slender form of his friend, fastening the clasp at the shoulder so that he was fully covered, honorably. Legolas offered a small smile of gratitude, but he was quivering. Aragorn placed his arms gently around his best friend, trying to comfort him from the haunting experience.
" He'll never touch you again ", he whispered.
Legolas nodded upon Aragorn's broad shoulder, trying to reassure himself, to cast the events from his mind. Aragorn broke the embrace and set both hands upon the Elf's shoulders, looking steadily into his blue eyes. He smiled and swiped the small bit of blood from Legolas' high cheekbone. Legolas returned the smile, slightly comforted by this small gesture of caring.
Aragorn led the Elf out of the darkness and back toward the light.
Part 49
The sun shed a rather pale, scarlet light upon the land the following morning. It was odd, confusing, as if foretelling some horrible event yet at the same time giving some foreign hope to Aragorn's troubled mind. Theoden would lead his men to Isengard this morning. And Aragorn would finally reach Legolas, whether he would once again look into those blue eyes, or carry his body back to Helm's Deep.
Legolas' pale, cobalt eyes lifted open wearily. It was morning, he realized. Another day of captivity, another day of beatings and praying that his best friend would not come to his death.He had a particularly bad feeling about this day, and yet some new found hope, though only a faint glimmer. He was sore, understandably, from the blows he had taken in the past two days and lying on the cold, stone floor. Legolas lay still for a moment, listening to silence.
And then with dread, he heard approaching footsteps, someone shuffling furtively toward the door. He held his
breath in anticipation, and the doorlatch lifted with a click before the door itself swung open.
And there, haunting the doorway as a shadow, was Wormtongue.
Aragorn rode ceremoniously upon Hasufel, Eomer on his right, Theoden on his left, Gimli behind him. They stopped upon the overlooking cliff before the plains and the Tower of Isengard,their eyes glimpsing the horizon breaking from the darkness of night into the glory of dawn. Aragorn had his stormy gray eyes fixed on Isengard, contempt burning through them like coal. If Legolas was dead or worse, he would slaughter Saruman, and may the Valar deal his
judgement.
Legolas squirmed helplessly, struggling to escape Wormtongue. Disgusted by the repulsive creature hovering over him, he tried not to let it meet his eyes. His wrists were bound to an iron handle protruding from the wall, the cobblestone hard and cold beneath him. Even with the livid
light streaming through the window, darkness seemed to engulf the Elf prince.
" Ah, you are the fairest I have yet seen, Elf ",
Wormtongue hissed in Legolas' ear.
The prince pressed his eyes shut, trying to push the scene happening from his mind.
" The Lady of Rohan is beautiful, but you are as a pale, cold flower in the frosted breath of winter ", he added.
For a moment, Legolas was comforted by the memory of Aragorn calling him by his old Elvish nickname, crowned him in his best friend's youth. Nim Alfirin, Pale Immortal Flower.
Wormtongue ran one icy finger along the Elf's jawbone, smirking evilly, his eyes gleaming with ill - intended lust.
" Leave me alone, you foul beast ", Legolas spat.
" Oh, a fiery one you are ",Wormtongue said delightfully.
Legolas glared at him with piercing blue eyes, but much to his unexpressed dismay, Wormtongue drew a dagger from his cloak. He slipped it beneath the Elf's chin, holding his gaze, and Legolas' face tightened. Wormtongue lifted the prince's tunic away from his chest and with one long sound of shredding cloth, cut it in two. It fell away from the prince's shoulders,revealing Legolas' pale skinned, muscular torso, defined by the centuries of archery training. Wormtongue shuddered with lust and Legolas reeled in disgust as the man relished touching him, the same finger running down the center of his chest to his flat,tightened stomach.
Wormtongue then used his dagger to lightly trace where his finger had ran, tormenting the Elf, who was panicking with anxiety.
The moment that foul slime cut his leggings, it would be over. He would be so violently violated. After nearly three thousand years of remaining pure,chaste, he would be
defiled,tainted,raped by the lowliest creature on earth. And no one would hear his screams.
Legolas trembled inwardly as Wormtongue ran his vile fingers along the Elf's silvery blonde hair and then swiftly nicked his high cheekbone with the tip of the blade.
" I mark you ", the servant of Saruman murmured, revolting the Elf.
Legolas felt a single drop of blood escape the scratch painlessly. He locked his eye son the ceiling, trying to keep the tears from escaping him. He sensed what would happen now and had never been more afraid in all his life. Legolas closed his eyes once more, waiting to be suffocated by the contemptuous form of Wormtongue, trying not to become hysterical with screams and tears. Unbearable tension hung in the air as he heard the beast's heavy, lustful breathing, nearing him. Closer. Closer.
And his heart almost stopped when the door burst open, though he could not see who had just absent - mindedly saved him. Wormtongue rose and spun around, leaving Legolas sighing in relief.
" Leave him."
It was a harsh, cold, infuriated voice from his savior. And Legolas' heart filled with joy. Aragorn. It was Aragorn. Ai, Eru, thank you.
The ranger stood towering in the doorway, his eyes blazing with fury, hatred. Anduril was in his tightened grip, threatening to swipe through anyone who approached him. His jaw was clenched in anger.Wormtongue froze, staring at the man.
" Get out ", Aragorn ordered.
Wormtongue did not hesitate to briskly leave, sweeping past Aragorn and disappearing down the darkened hall. He would be dealt with soon enough, Aragorn thought. The ranger dashed to kneel beside the Elf, who lay bound to the wall.
" Forgive me, Legolas, for not coming sooner and allowing you to endure torment ", he said.
Aragorn drew a dagger from his boot and snapped the prince's fetters.
" Theoden's army still approaches, but I could wait no longer to find you ", he added.
Legolas sat up once her was freed of the rope, shivering from the drafty chamber and not being clothed in his tunic, yet also shaken with fear from what nearly took place. He already thought himself to be tainted just by being touched the way he was, with lust. Legolas shuddered, causing
Aragorn to gaze upon him with concern.
" Did he? " the ranger asked quietly.
" Almost ", Legolas answered immediately, shaking slightly.
Aragorn took the cloak from his own shoulders and placed it around the slender form of his friend, fastening the clasp at the shoulder so that he was fully covered, honorably. Legolas offered a small smile of gratitude, but he was quivering. Aragorn placed his arms gently around his best friend, trying to comfort him from the haunting experience.
" He'll never touch you again ", he whispered.
Legolas nodded upon Aragorn's broad shoulder, trying to reassure himself, to cast the events from his mind. Aragorn broke the embrace and set both hands upon the Elf's shoulders, looking steadily into his blue eyes. He smiled and swiped the small bit of blood from Legolas' high cheekbone. Legolas returned the smile, slightly comforted by this small gesture of caring.
Aragorn led the Elf out of the darkness and back toward the light.
