Title: For Gondor or Friendship
Disclaimer: I do not own or have rights to any LOTR stuff, That honor goes to Tolken and whomever has right to his works.
Summary: Legolas chose to remain at his friend's side, Aragorn is now the King of Gondor, when leftover minions of the Dark Lord attack he must choose between the life of his friend and the lives of his people.
Warning: This story is elf-torture heavy, so if the idea of Legolas in pain, and being bruised broken and bleeding bothers you step away now. You have been warned
A/N: Im trying to stay as in character with this as I can. I do not want Legolas to appear to be weak because he's not. It's just with all he has been through he does not have same amount of will power as he first did. '
A/N #2 - I sorry for the long wait on updates but I got a really bad case of the flu and the doctor put me on bedrest for a week and a half but im back now and in addition to the completion of this story I have another story in the works that I will begin posting as soon as I finish this one. And yes I promise that I will try to keep up a rapid posting schedule
I also know that most didn't expect the sudden change of events but I promise that there is a reason for all. All will be explained soon,
Now on with the story
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Chapter 7- Many Unexpected Twists
The cry from the unknown attacker was like music to his ears and he smiled. Havad have never been asleep, sleep was not so easily found in place like this. He swung up hard hitting his attacker in the chest, blood spilled from the wounds he inflicted as he jumped up from the bed to his feet.
Legolas' cries of panic were muffled by the vicious grip about his throat. Another man came to restrain the fighting elf.
Havad yelled for help. The door to the room opened but instead of his men he saw to his horror the same soldiers that had accosted them earlier flooded into the room dragging the dead bodies of his men behind them.
Havad cried out in surprise as Dethlan drove his sword into the man's chest, the only sound escaping was a soft gurgle before the man crumpled to the ground dead.
"Stupid bastard. . ."Dethlan said before a soft whimper from the other side of the room caught his ears.
Legolas pushed the fear that threatened to undo him down to a dull roar. He would not show weakness, not to this new batch of men.
"Now I finally have you all to myself" Dethlan said stroking the elf's cheek "Let him go Cernon"
The man did as he was commanded and instantly Legolas felt the grip around his throat loosen. He breathed in deeply gulping as his body begged for air.
"We should get out of here," Cernon said
"Yes I need more comfortable surrounding to get better acquainted with my new prize" Dethlan grabbed the fair being's chin roughly as one of the other men gagged him "And we will have no trouble from you?" He asked in a tone that made the question more rhetorical that anything else
The man was anything but gentle as he undid the manacles about the elf's wrists. Legolas sighed as the stain on his arms eased. The man pulled his hands roughly behind his back and tied them at the wrists.
The men led him out of the room and toward the very quiet streets of the Harad town.
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Aragorn and his troop had come upon the outskirts of the Harad town. The king had heard stories of this town and to think the Legolas was so close brought ease and grief to his mind.
"We cannot simply walk in and ask for our elven companion sir" Aramel relayed an obvious fact
"I am aware of the Aramel. We need to find some way in. . . ." Aragorn said watching a the brightly lit town shone in the shadow of the mountains of Mordor
As if the Valar were listening to his prayers a group of Harad soldiers came into view on the path that led from the town. The torches giving off their exact position
"I think the Valar heard you question and answered Aragorn said nodding off toward oncoming men. I have an idea."
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They were headed for a tavern called The Black Snake; he didn't like the sound of that. He had been in establishments such as that before and the crowds were never of the friendly type. He overheard talk of what kind of price he would fetch, something about orcs always paying the highest price for a elf prisoner. BY the valar he could not be a captive to orcs. for an elf that was a fate worse than death.
A sudden familiar feeling overloaded his senses but he could not place it. He looked about him his keen eyesight piercing the darkness around him.
Legolas eyes darted left and right. He couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't be a captive anymore, and he had to escape whether his body was ready to cooperate or not. The gazes the men were giving him suggested they had more in mind than just simply beating him into unconsciousness and it sent a chill up his spine. He just had to wait for the right moment.
A familiar scent caught his sensitive nostrils "Aragorn. . ." he whispered as he peered at the faces around him. Blue orbs made contact with gray one and the elf immediately felt a jolt of hope go through his heart. Communicating silently with the ranger Legolas had not even realized that he had stopped moving altogether.
"Get moving elf" One of the soldiers ordered pushing Legolas forward roughly. Legolas walked forward for a few steps then stopped. As the soldier moved to shove him again only this time the elf came around with a swift kick and connected with the soldier's head.
Before the other had any idea what exactly had transpired the elf took off running.
"Go after him!!" Dethlan yelled. The men charged after the elf.
Legolas was fast and he knew this but having his hands tied as they were they hampered his speed. He was so intent on getting away that he didn't notice he had run into an abandoned alleyway. Realizing his mistake he turned to head the way he came but his path was blocked.
"Ohh little elf you are truly going to pay for that" The same soldier said as he wiped his bleeding mouth with the back of his hand.
Legolas backed up against the wall. Unbidden fear in his eyes, the way these men glared at him suggested he was most likely not going to live through this.
"You not gonna be able to walk when we are through with you." One said unsheathing his dagger.
Another soldier caught the elf by his neck, holding him still as the other advanced, his dagger posed over his head to strike.
But the deadly blow never came. . .
Instead the man stared at the elf with a look of semi-shock on his face. He pitched forward, a single arrow protruding from his back.
Aragorn stood firm, bow in hand as all eyes fell on him.
This isn't your business, move along. Dethlan said in a rush "Mind you business" He said again when Aragorn and his disguised men did not move
"Actually it is. Are you all right Legolas?" Aragorn said keeping his eye fixed on the elf
"Y-yes." the elf said shakily.
"What are you waiting?. . . for kill them" Dethlan said taking Legolas by the hair.
The men ran toward the former ranger and his small army. Crys of war disturbed the quite peace of the alleyway. The fight quickly went to the hand of Gondor who took out their prey mercilessly. This continued until Dethlan was left standing alone.
The man pulled the elf closer to him, causing the elf to cry out in pain as his broken ribs were jarred slightly.
"Let him go Dethlan" Aragorn warned taking a step toward
"King of Gondor you have no sway here. This elf is mine and I will slit his throat before I let you take him from me."
Aragorn was too quick, ducking the blow. He came up and his fist connected with the other man's jaw.
That only added to Dethlan's rage. He charged at the ranger but this proved to be his undoing.
He charged the ranger one final time, Aragorn spun out of the way, swinging his sword back around and catching the Haradrim in his unprotected stomach.
Dethlkan dropped to his knees clutching his abdomen as blood seeps between his fingertips. With one last defiant look at the ranger he fell face forward, dead before he hit the ground.
Aragorn sighed as he ripped his blade from the dead man's stomach. "Legolas?" He called over his shoulder not turning to face the fair being just yet.
"Here. . ." the elf's voice was strained causing the ranger to turn and to receive the biggest shock to hit him in the last few days.
Aramel had one hand holding the elf's head but by the hair so his smooth pale throat was his other hand on the hilt of the dagger at the elf throat "I don't think you will be leaving here King of Gondor"
TBC. . .
Disclaimer: I do not own or have rights to any LOTR stuff, That honor goes to Tolken and whomever has right to his works.
Summary: Legolas chose to remain at his friend's side, Aragorn is now the King of Gondor, when leftover minions of the Dark Lord attack he must choose between the life of his friend and the lives of his people.
Warning: This story is elf-torture heavy, so if the idea of Legolas in pain, and being bruised broken and bleeding bothers you step away now. You have been warned
A/N: Im trying to stay as in character with this as I can. I do not want Legolas to appear to be weak because he's not. It's just with all he has been through he does not have same amount of will power as he first did. '
A/N #2 - I sorry for the long wait on updates but I got a really bad case of the flu and the doctor put me on bedrest for a week and a half but im back now and in addition to the completion of this story I have another story in the works that I will begin posting as soon as I finish this one. And yes I promise that I will try to keep up a rapid posting schedule
I also know that most didn't expect the sudden change of events but I promise that there is a reason for all. All will be explained soon,
Now on with the story
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Chapter 7- Many Unexpected Twists
The cry from the unknown attacker was like music to his ears and he smiled. Havad have never been asleep, sleep was not so easily found in place like this. He swung up hard hitting his attacker in the chest, blood spilled from the wounds he inflicted as he jumped up from the bed to his feet.
Legolas' cries of panic were muffled by the vicious grip about his throat. Another man came to restrain the fighting elf.
Havad yelled for help. The door to the room opened but instead of his men he saw to his horror the same soldiers that had accosted them earlier flooded into the room dragging the dead bodies of his men behind them.
Havad cried out in surprise as Dethlan drove his sword into the man's chest, the only sound escaping was a soft gurgle before the man crumpled to the ground dead.
"Stupid bastard. . ."Dethlan said before a soft whimper from the other side of the room caught his ears.
Legolas pushed the fear that threatened to undo him down to a dull roar. He would not show weakness, not to this new batch of men.
"Now I finally have you all to myself" Dethlan said stroking the elf's cheek "Let him go Cernon"
The man did as he was commanded and instantly Legolas felt the grip around his throat loosen. He breathed in deeply gulping as his body begged for air.
"We should get out of here," Cernon said
"Yes I need more comfortable surrounding to get better acquainted with my new prize" Dethlan grabbed the fair being's chin roughly as one of the other men gagged him "And we will have no trouble from you?" He asked in a tone that made the question more rhetorical that anything else
The man was anything but gentle as he undid the manacles about the elf's wrists. Legolas sighed as the stain on his arms eased. The man pulled his hands roughly behind his back and tied them at the wrists.
The men led him out of the room and toward the very quiet streets of the Harad town.
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Aragorn and his troop had come upon the outskirts of the Harad town. The king had heard stories of this town and to think the Legolas was so close brought ease and grief to his mind.
"We cannot simply walk in and ask for our elven companion sir" Aramel relayed an obvious fact
"I am aware of the Aramel. We need to find some way in. . . ." Aragorn said watching a the brightly lit town shone in the shadow of the mountains of Mordor
As if the Valar were listening to his prayers a group of Harad soldiers came into view on the path that led from the town. The torches giving off their exact position
"I think the Valar heard you question and answered Aragorn said nodding off toward oncoming men. I have an idea."
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They were headed for a tavern called The Black Snake; he didn't like the sound of that. He had been in establishments such as that before and the crowds were never of the friendly type. He overheard talk of what kind of price he would fetch, something about orcs always paying the highest price for a elf prisoner. BY the valar he could not be a captive to orcs. for an elf that was a fate worse than death.
A sudden familiar feeling overloaded his senses but he could not place it. He looked about him his keen eyesight piercing the darkness around him.
Legolas eyes darted left and right. He couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't be a captive anymore, and he had to escape whether his body was ready to cooperate or not. The gazes the men were giving him suggested they had more in mind than just simply beating him into unconsciousness and it sent a chill up his spine. He just had to wait for the right moment.
A familiar scent caught his sensitive nostrils "Aragorn. . ." he whispered as he peered at the faces around him. Blue orbs made contact with gray one and the elf immediately felt a jolt of hope go through his heart. Communicating silently with the ranger Legolas had not even realized that he had stopped moving altogether.
"Get moving elf" One of the soldiers ordered pushing Legolas forward roughly. Legolas walked forward for a few steps then stopped. As the soldier moved to shove him again only this time the elf came around with a swift kick and connected with the soldier's head.
Before the other had any idea what exactly had transpired the elf took off running.
"Go after him!!" Dethlan yelled. The men charged after the elf.
Legolas was fast and he knew this but having his hands tied as they were they hampered his speed. He was so intent on getting away that he didn't notice he had run into an abandoned alleyway. Realizing his mistake he turned to head the way he came but his path was blocked.
"Ohh little elf you are truly going to pay for that" The same soldier said as he wiped his bleeding mouth with the back of his hand.
Legolas backed up against the wall. Unbidden fear in his eyes, the way these men glared at him suggested he was most likely not going to live through this.
"You not gonna be able to walk when we are through with you." One said unsheathing his dagger.
Another soldier caught the elf by his neck, holding him still as the other advanced, his dagger posed over his head to strike.
But the deadly blow never came. . .
Instead the man stared at the elf with a look of semi-shock on his face. He pitched forward, a single arrow protruding from his back.
Aragorn stood firm, bow in hand as all eyes fell on him.
This isn't your business, move along. Dethlan said in a rush "Mind you business" He said again when Aragorn and his disguised men did not move
"Actually it is. Are you all right Legolas?" Aragorn said keeping his eye fixed on the elf
"Y-yes." the elf said shakily.
"What are you waiting?. . . for kill them" Dethlan said taking Legolas by the hair.
The men ran toward the former ranger and his small army. Crys of war disturbed the quite peace of the alleyway. The fight quickly went to the hand of Gondor who took out their prey mercilessly. This continued until Dethlan was left standing alone.
The man pulled the elf closer to him, causing the elf to cry out in pain as his broken ribs were jarred slightly.
"Let him go Dethlan" Aragorn warned taking a step toward
"King of Gondor you have no sway here. This elf is mine and I will slit his throat before I let you take him from me."
Aragorn was too quick, ducking the blow. He came up and his fist connected with the other man's jaw.
That only added to Dethlan's rage. He charged at the ranger but this proved to be his undoing.
He charged the ranger one final time, Aragorn spun out of the way, swinging his sword back around and catching the Haradrim in his unprotected stomach.
Dethlkan dropped to his knees clutching his abdomen as blood seeps between his fingertips. With one last defiant look at the ranger he fell face forward, dead before he hit the ground.
Aragorn sighed as he ripped his blade from the dead man's stomach. "Legolas?" He called over his shoulder not turning to face the fair being just yet.
"Here. . ." the elf's voice was strained causing the ranger to turn and to receive the biggest shock to hit him in the last few days.
Aramel had one hand holding the elf's head but by the hair so his smooth pale throat was his other hand on the hilt of the dagger at the elf throat "I don't think you will be leaving here King of Gondor"
TBC. . .
