Note: This story may be confusing to some, but just try and follow along. Its set pre-Fellowship. Reviews are greatly appreciated and flamers will strangely disappear from the face of this planet. Mua ha ha ha ha ha! ALL SHALL PERISH!!
The Confusion Sets In
By boybeater3736
"Legolas," Aragorn whispered, his voice soft and rusty. "calm yourself." It didn't sound as if it were an order or a plea, just a little statement of comfort. And the person to whom it was spoken to relaxed a bit. The sore, rigid muscles that had been wildly tense all day loosened. His crazy blue eyes that were snapping from place to place fixed upon his friend.
"Elessar," Legolas rasped. He didn't seem to be saying his name for any other reason than to feel the way it tasted on his tongue.
Aragorn subconsciously scrambled for his canteen, to give his friend some water, but it was gone too. Taken. Along with their weapons.
Legolas and Aragorn had been taken captive only 2 weeks before. Now, this cell with musty hay strewn about the floor was the place they called home… for how long they knew not.
This some sort of prison in the middle of Eregion was rank with death. Every few moments the shriek of someone being tortured was heard. And every time the pair looked up to see through the barred door of their cell, someone was either being drug off for torture or a corpse was being drug out. The people they saw consisted of men from the south… and occasionally an Elf.
Legolas and Aragorn believed it was only a matter of time before their bodies were being drug to and fro.
"Well, you had better get some rest before he comes to whip you again." Aragorn said.
Legolas sighed heavily. "Hate it." was what he said.
"I know, but he's going to come in here and do it anyway." Aragorn said, "Get some sleep."
Every other night for the past week, a man came in and whipped Legolas for fun. He hadn't drawn near Aragorn… ever, but it was only a matter of time before the skin on Legolas's back was too shredded and scarred for anymore so-called fun.