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.
Chapter 9: No More Of This
He leaned down, running his hand over the muscles of the fair being's stomach "They say elves are so much different from humans, I wonder how different though . . . " Trailing off he pressed the blade down into the Legolas stomach the elf stifled a scream, his mind yelling that he had to fight, but his body refused to obey. There was not much fighting he could do. They had tied him down so tight that even the slightest movement sent pain radiating through his arms and legs.
"I think we should cut him open and find out." One soldier added on suggestively
Legolas squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the pain. It was not working; the pain was becoming unbearable. Legolas clenched his teeth, choking back the scream that wanted to erupt from his throat.
The men smiled down at their victim. "This is getting boring quickly but don't worry I have a more interesting game for us to play" He said running his hand though the elf's blond tangled mass of hair. His free hand slid down Legolas' chest past his stomach to the tie of his breeches. The elf immediately stiffened "No . . . " Legolas yelled out
"Shut up!" the soldier said loudly pulling out a strip of cloth a gagging the elf. Legolas eyes were wide with fear, he could take the abuse and torture but what the men had planned for him now he knew he would not live through.
Just as the man leaned down to put his face inches from the elf's a loud crash erupted form the other room. . .
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Aragorn ignored the pain radiating from his shoulder as Aramel took another swing at him. He allowed the Haradrim to hit him simply because the man would tire himself out doing so.
He had not heard another sound from Legolas since the others had dragged him away. His worry for the elf's well being only heightened because of that. He broke from his thought and steeled himself as Aramel hit him in the chest. He stumbled backwards in the far wall.
"The mighty king of Gondor reduced to a punching bag. This is actually a funny site." Aramel swung again but this time Aragorn dodged the hit and the man's fist connected with the wall with a sickening crack.
Aragorn brought his bound arms up and his elbow connected with Aramel's chin, sending him backward into the wall. Not even giving the Haradrim soldier time to collect himself he took Aramel by the hair and smashed his head in to the wall successfully knocking him unconscious.
Bending he shifted Aramel's body so that he was able to unsheath his sword and he cut through his binds.
He moved to the room to his left where his loyal soldiers waited . Quickly he cut their bonds and led them back to the main part of the house. He started to think about the best paln of action but a certain sound made him think " just kill them and be done with it"
A scream erupted from the room that Legolas was being held captive in and Aragorn was brought out of his reverie. He had to help the elf.
When he pressed his ear to the door he could hear the faint whimpers that were coming from Legolas. He opened to he door slowly, clearly making out the two men standing over the elf. To Aragorn utter horror and disgust on of the men was trying to remove Legolas' breeches. Legolas caught the movement from the corner of his eye and he began to struggle anew.
Aragorn smiled as he realized Legolas was aware of his presence.
"What the . . .? " the question was cut off when Aragorn flung the dagger from his boot and it hit dead center in the other man's head killing him instantly. The remaining Harad soldier barely had time to register what happened to his comrade when Aragorn charged him, sword poised to strike. His stroke hit the man squarely in the chest going directly through his heart.
He didn't waste a moment after that. Rushing to the elf side once more." Legolas? " He called softly taking the elf's face in his hands
"I'm alright" the elf whispered softly, wincing when Aragorn cut the ropes from his wrists. He moved slowly into a sitting position. Aragorn poked and prodded the elf's torso, checking for broken ribs. He pulled away when Legolas hissed sharply confirming that he had at the least two broken ribs.
"We need to get out of here." Aragorn asked, helping the elf to his feet before almost busting with laughter from the glare that his question provoked. "Can you handle a weapon? "
Legolas pursed his lips. "Yes. I can handle a weapon" The elf said, the hint of annoyance prominent in his voice
He handed the bow to Legolas. "It isn't the bow of Galadrimm but it will have to do, are you sure you can handle- -"
"Aragorn I will be all right." Legolas said firmly
Making his way slowly across the room he grabbed his own sword. He gazed quickly out of the window. The sentry was fast asleep at his post, which was at least a small gift. Aragorn turned on his heel and quickly made his way back to the his two remaining men and Legolas. Hopefully the Haradrim would attribute the cease in the banging from the room to Aramel knocking him unconscious and not the other way round, that would at least leave them with an element of surprise.
Getting out of the house was simple; getting out of Harad would be an entirely different story.
TBC...
Once again sorry it's been so long but here is another chapter for you guys. Thanks to all those who reviewed
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.
Chapter 9: No More Of This
He leaned down, running his hand over the muscles of the fair being's stomach "They say elves are so much different from humans, I wonder how different though . . . " Trailing off he pressed the blade down into the Legolas stomach the elf stifled a scream, his mind yelling that he had to fight, but his body refused to obey. There was not much fighting he could do. They had tied him down so tight that even the slightest movement sent pain radiating through his arms and legs.
"I think we should cut him open and find out." One soldier added on suggestively
Legolas squeezed his eyes shut trying to block out the pain. It was not working; the pain was becoming unbearable. Legolas clenched his teeth, choking back the scream that wanted to erupt from his throat.
The men smiled down at their victim. "This is getting boring quickly but don't worry I have a more interesting game for us to play" He said running his hand though the elf's blond tangled mass of hair. His free hand slid down Legolas' chest past his stomach to the tie of his breeches. The elf immediately stiffened "No . . . " Legolas yelled out
"Shut up!" the soldier said loudly pulling out a strip of cloth a gagging the elf. Legolas eyes were wide with fear, he could take the abuse and torture but what the men had planned for him now he knew he would not live through.
Just as the man leaned down to put his face inches from the elf's a loud crash erupted form the other room. . .
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Aragorn ignored the pain radiating from his shoulder as Aramel took another swing at him. He allowed the Haradrim to hit him simply because the man would tire himself out doing so.
He had not heard another sound from Legolas since the others had dragged him away. His worry for the elf's well being only heightened because of that. He broke from his thought and steeled himself as Aramel hit him in the chest. He stumbled backwards in the far wall.
"The mighty king of Gondor reduced to a punching bag. This is actually a funny site." Aramel swung again but this time Aragorn dodged the hit and the man's fist connected with the wall with a sickening crack.
Aragorn brought his bound arms up and his elbow connected with Aramel's chin, sending him backward into the wall. Not even giving the Haradrim soldier time to collect himself he took Aramel by the hair and smashed his head in to the wall successfully knocking him unconscious.
Bending he shifted Aramel's body so that he was able to unsheath his sword and he cut through his binds.
He moved to the room to his left where his loyal soldiers waited . Quickly he cut their bonds and led them back to the main part of the house. He started to think about the best paln of action but a certain sound made him think " just kill them and be done with it"
A scream erupted from the room that Legolas was being held captive in and Aragorn was brought out of his reverie. He had to help the elf.
When he pressed his ear to the door he could hear the faint whimpers that were coming from Legolas. He opened to he door slowly, clearly making out the two men standing over the elf. To Aragorn utter horror and disgust on of the men was trying to remove Legolas' breeches. Legolas caught the movement from the corner of his eye and he began to struggle anew.
Aragorn smiled as he realized Legolas was aware of his presence.
"What the . . .? " the question was cut off when Aragorn flung the dagger from his boot and it hit dead center in the other man's head killing him instantly. The remaining Harad soldier barely had time to register what happened to his comrade when Aragorn charged him, sword poised to strike. His stroke hit the man squarely in the chest going directly through his heart.
He didn't waste a moment after that. Rushing to the elf side once more." Legolas? " He called softly taking the elf's face in his hands
"I'm alright" the elf whispered softly, wincing when Aragorn cut the ropes from his wrists. He moved slowly into a sitting position. Aragorn poked and prodded the elf's torso, checking for broken ribs. He pulled away when Legolas hissed sharply confirming that he had at the least two broken ribs.
"We need to get out of here." Aragorn asked, helping the elf to his feet before almost busting with laughter from the glare that his question provoked. "Can you handle a weapon? "
Legolas pursed his lips. "Yes. I can handle a weapon" The elf said, the hint of annoyance prominent in his voice
He handed the bow to Legolas. "It isn't the bow of Galadrimm but it will have to do, are you sure you can handle- -"
"Aragorn I will be all right." Legolas said firmly
Making his way slowly across the room he grabbed his own sword. He gazed quickly out of the window. The sentry was fast asleep at his post, which was at least a small gift. Aragorn turned on his heel and quickly made his way back to the his two remaining men and Legolas. Hopefully the Haradrim would attribute the cease in the banging from the room to Aramel knocking him unconscious and not the other way round, that would at least leave them with an element of surprise.
Getting out of the house was simple; getting out of Harad would be an entirely different story.
TBC...
Once again sorry it's been so long but here is another chapter for you guys. Thanks to all those who reviewed
