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Please, please review.
Elise: Thanks =) I will change it as soon as I get home and repost. The chapter is on my home computer and I am writing in lab.
Tenshiamanda: I like Thranduil as loving father too. I see him as the way I portrayed him in Shadow and Prince. But since everyone kind of has a make-over in personality here, the King of Mirkwood is not going to be spared =)
A/N: Okay. This is bad. I know I said I would not write if I don't get enough reviews, but this annoying little bunny won't let me do anything else. I honestly tried to start a new chapter of Never Been Kissed, but Legolas and Aragorn refused to be sweet and adorable.... So here I am, writing more....
Rape warning again. Sort of... since it's really not non-consensual..
This chapter has R part, so be warned.
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Chapter Two:
A shadow glided silently through the darkness of the forest, memorizing every detail of his surroundings. The hunter arrived three days ago. Since then, he had spent every waking moment studying the area, understanding the secrets of these woods. His experience told him that this was his most dangerous mission to date. He would need to know this forest like the back of his hand if he were to have a chance of rescuing his only friend.
To break into Dol Guldur and assassinate someone would be easy; Legolas was a master at avoiding being seen if he wished. The Elf knew he would have no problems entering and leaving the fortress if he were alone. But to bring Haldir back safely was a different matter. The Prince had no doubt his friend would be heavily guarded; in addition, the Guardian would likely be under the watchful eyes of Saruman and Aragorn. Open confrontations would be much harder to avoid.
Stealth, speed and deadly precision had long been Legolas' most powerful allies; in all his previous missions, none of his enemies had time to react when the Prince of Ice seemingly materialized out of thin air to deliver his touch of death. But this time, the assassin would have to face battle alone, with nothing other than his strength and wits to rely on. It would be a confrontation with his toughest opponents yet, a fallen Istari and a Man destined to hold the future of Middle Earth in his hands.
Regardless of the odds, this was a fight the Elf would not allow himself to lose. Legolas did not really care whether he lived or died; in a world without emotions, existence was meaningless. Ending it would be no great loss. But this time, Haldir's life hung on the balance. Even after 1000 years, the Prince still remembered his gentle friend's innocence and love for life. Legolas would not let a beautiful soul like that perish. Haldir did not belong in the darkness of the Halls of Mandos.
This was why the assassin had taken so much time to deliberate his options and survey the surroundings. He wanted their escape to be planned to the smallest precise detail. There was no room for mistakes. The Prince had mapped out the routes and timing of the Orc patrols. In addition, he had sneaked into the fortress the night before to familiarize himself with its endless corridors and the location of the sentinels. As Legolas had yet to discover where Haldir was held, the Elf intended to return to Dol Guldur again tonight.
The Prince needed to know the exact location of his friend before he could make his move. The plan was rather simple in nature. Legolas would steal into Dol Guldur and rescue his friend with as little confrontation as possible. However, the Elf was sure that the whole place would become aware of their escape and try to stop them. The trick would be in how to successfully break out of the fortress. Once out of the fort, they would have no problems blending in with the forest to elude their pursuers.
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It's been a week since Haldir had been given to the Man's care. More and more, the silver-haired Elf found himself attracted to his captor. Aragorn was a very special person. Despite his reputation for being a ruthless killer, the Man did not rule his Orcs through fear. He had gained their loyalty through his actions. The Elf was surprised to find Aragorn a just Man, as prompt in giving his soldiers credit when due as he was in dealing out punishment. For someone this powerful, the Lord of Fire was remarkably open to suggestions. He did not flaunt his authority as Saruman or the Dark Lord did; the Man preferred to lead his followers by example. Haldir knew without a doubt that if Aragorn were to resume his rightful position as the King of Men, Middle Earth would be saved.
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Aragorn could see the Elf falling in love with him a little more each day. Haldir thought him a great Man, a natural born leader whose integrity shone through despite his upbringing. His prisoner was far more innocent and gullible than the Man expected, thinking that his actions were dictated by the decency in his heart.
The truth was that Aragorn could not care less about his soldiers; they were merely weaklings born to sacrifice themselves for the Dark Lord. But weak as they were, his father could never retake Middle Earth without their assistance. And pawns who believed they were important in their leader's eyes were much more useful than those forced into servitude. They would be willing to die for their master, thinking to repay his faith and kindness. Ugly, blood-thirsty beasts that they were, the Orcs were not without feelings; their hearts could be won and their loyalty exploited. Through little shows of trust and respect, Aragorn had built his sire an army that would gladly sacrifice everything to further the Dark Lord's goals.
The Man was glad to allow Haldir to indulge in his delusions. It made his job of winning the Elf's heart so much easier. Through his careful treatments, the wounds on his prisoner were almost completely healed. It was time to take their relationship to a new level. Tonight would be the time when Aragorn would claim the Guardian of Lòrien as his own. Tonight, he would make Haldir his, both in body and soul.
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In the eerie silence of the night, a predator stealthily stalked the endless corridors of Dol Guldur. The assassin had searched through almost the entire fortress for his captured friend. But Haldir was nowhere to be found. The only parts left uninvestigated were the West and East Towers of the castle, the residences of the fallen Istari and the infamous Lord of Fire.
The Elf had left those parts to the last as he had hoped to avoid any direct dealings with those two. Legolas had met the Istari before, when he was still Saruman the White. The Prince knew the wizard's power and would rather delay facing him as an adversary. This left but one option; he would pay a visit to the leader of Sauron's Orcs.
Legolas did not know what to expect from the Lord of Fire. Lady Galadriel told him that Aragorn was a Man to be reckoned with; for locked inside him was the greatest power on Middle Earth. She warned the Elven Prince not to underestimate the Man, or he would know the taste of defeat.
The Elf mage did not need her warning to know that. Though the Lord of Fire was just a human who had yet discovered his true abilities, Legolas felt the urge to avoid him. Every instinct within the assassin would be on alert each time his thoughts turned to Aragorn. The Prince recognized it as a subtle warning; telling him that the Man would destroy him if he were not careful, like a fire would melt a sculpture of ice. With a strange sense of foreboding, Legolas climbed the steps of the West Tower, each step taking him closer to his destiny.
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A loud cry pierced the silence of the night. It was soon followed by other similar sounds as the prisoner begged for release from this new torture. All thoughts vanished as the Prince heard the voice of his friend, moaning, pleading for mercy. Legolas knew how mentally strong the Lòrien archer was; he loathed to think what horrible things were being done to the handsome Elf to make Haldir react in such an undignified manner. With single-minded determination, the assassin hurried towards the source of the noise.
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This was much better than Aragorn had expected. He knew the Elf had feelings for him; but he did not know that Haldir would surrender so willingly. The Man had anticipated more of a fight; that his prisoner would at least try to push him off or twist out of his grasp. He had not even imagined that the Elf would welcome his touch and return the favor with ardor. Aragorn decided he would be keeping Haldir for himself, even if the Guardian of Lòrien were to refuse to give him any other useful information. A bed partner like this silver-haired beauty was very difficult to come by in Dol Guldur.
But judging from Haldir's reactions in bed, the Man was certain that given another week, the Elf would begin to confide in him. The innocent Elf could not stop his affections from showing in the woes of passion. Aragorn was now the keeper of his prisoner's heart as well as body.
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The Man was far from sated but he knew his little Elf could not take much more of his skilful administrations. Though Aragorn would like to continue pursuing his own pleasure, he knew the importance of appearing to be considerate of Haldir's needs and well-being. Despite his wishes, Aragorn picked up the rhythm of his slow, deliberate strokes. At this new passionate pace, it was not long before the Man sent his lover over the edge into the blissful world of ecstasy. Aragorn was on the verge of finding his own release when the door to his chambers was kicked open unceremoniously. Before he could react, the intruder had placed a blade to the back of his neck.
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Legolas burst into the scene of a Man violating the only Elf who had ever shown him kindness. Every fiber of his being was telling him to kill the culprit now; yet something stilled his hand. A mysterious force seemed to have rendered him motionless, his blade outstretched, poised to kill yet unable to finish what it meant to do. Perhaps this was the power of the Lord of Fire; that the Man had magic to protect him. And by rushing in without thought, Legolas had failed his friend.
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Through the haziness following the most intense pleasure he had ever felt, Haldir sensed his lover tensed. The Elf could feel that the room had suddenly gone cold; it reminded the archer of his young friend, Legolas. The Prince always carried with him an aura of ice; his mere presence was enough to chill not only the hearts of his foes but also the very air around them. Curious, the Elf opened his eyes to find the young assassin holding a knife to the Man he loved.
"No, Legolas. Please, stop," pleaded Haldir weakly.
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Haldir's voice broke the spell that held both the Man and Elf mage immobile. Simultaneously, they moved; Aragorn leaned away from the blade, twisting around to grab the assassin's hand; Legolas, allowing the contact, used Aragorn's momentum to flip the Man. Aragorn now lay on his back beside the Lòrien archer, with the Prince's knee on his chest and blade pressed tight into his neck.
Aragorn had not lost a one on one fight since he was fifteen. He could not believe he was bested by this slip of an Elf. He knew that the slender form of Elves often hid their true strength; but Aragorn was a strong and heavy Man, the intruder had just thrown him as if he weighted nothing. To add insult to injury, his captor was even more delicate looking than Haldir.
Tresses of golden silk framed a well-shaped oval face. This Elf's features were exquisitely sculpted, with large stunning sapphire eyes and the delectable, rosy lips. Dressed in a dark green outfit designed to blend into the forest, the stranger's lithe form seemed willowy, betraying none of the power hidden within. If the Man were not incensed, he would find this intruder extremely desirable. But as things were, Aragorn just wanted to taste this stranger's blood upon his sword.
"Please don't kill him," repeated Haldir.
"Why? He touched you," asked the Prince as he increased the pressure of his knife on Aragorn's neck. A thin line of red was beginning to trickle down the point of contact.
"I am still alive, am I not? If he forced me, I would be dead," replied the Lòrien Elf quietly. Haldir knew how he felt for the Man, but it did not mean he was not a little ashamed to admit it.
Legolas stared at his friend and his captive for a long moment before speaking, "Get something that can be used as ropes then. Bind him tightly. We will take him with us."
Haldir might have expected the Prince to grant his wish and not kill Aragorn. But to take the Man with them, that was beyond the Lòrien archer's wildest dreams. Maybe Lady Galadriel or Lord Elrond would have ways to convince Aragorn of his true identity. There was still some time before the Man's twenty-fifth birthday. Perhaps Aragorn would choose to use his powers for good instead of the Dark Lord. Quickly, the older Elf complied with Legolas' request, gagging the Man and securing his arms and legs with bandages.
Satisfied that the furious Man was no longer a treat, Legolas gathered some of Aragorn's belongings into a pack. He then wrapped the struggling human in several layers of silken blinds and bedsheets before conveniently hefting his prisoner over his shoulders. Silently, the two Elves began to descend the stairs of the West Tower.
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Aragorn knew what was about to happen. He would not allow himself to be taken as hostage. Despite his bonds and gag, the Man fought his captor as hard as he could, making enough rustling noise to draw the guard's attention. Aragorn had no doubt that his loyal followers would rescue him. That would be when the golden Elf would pay for this insult.
Legolas read the Man's intentions like a book. Though he knew the locations of the guards and could avoid them, it would not do for Aragorn to draw attention like this. The Prince worried that the Orcs might become suspicious enough to leave their posts to investigate if the Man were to keep making such a ruckus. The Elf knew that his gentle friend was in love with the Lord of Fire; he did not wish to harm their captive unless absolutely necessary. But the Man was testing his resolve.
"I have to silence him. Please forgive me," spoke the mage into Haldir's mind as he expertly found the spot at the base of the Man's neck through all the fabric and delivered a stunning blow.
Aragorn did not even know what hit him when darkness suddenly claimed all his senses. Little did he know that he was about to embark on a journey which would change his world forever.
Please, please review.
Elise: Thanks =) I will change it as soon as I get home and repost. The chapter is on my home computer and I am writing in lab.
Tenshiamanda: I like Thranduil as loving father too. I see him as the way I portrayed him in Shadow and Prince. But since everyone kind of has a make-over in personality here, the King of Mirkwood is not going to be spared =)
A/N: Okay. This is bad. I know I said I would not write if I don't get enough reviews, but this annoying little bunny won't let me do anything else. I honestly tried to start a new chapter of Never Been Kissed, but Legolas and Aragorn refused to be sweet and adorable.... So here I am, writing more....
Rape warning again. Sort of... since it's really not non-consensual..
This chapter has R part, so be warned.
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Chapter Two:
A shadow glided silently through the darkness of the forest, memorizing every detail of his surroundings. The hunter arrived three days ago. Since then, he had spent every waking moment studying the area, understanding the secrets of these woods. His experience told him that this was his most dangerous mission to date. He would need to know this forest like the back of his hand if he were to have a chance of rescuing his only friend.
To break into Dol Guldur and assassinate someone would be easy; Legolas was a master at avoiding being seen if he wished. The Elf knew he would have no problems entering and leaving the fortress if he were alone. But to bring Haldir back safely was a different matter. The Prince had no doubt his friend would be heavily guarded; in addition, the Guardian would likely be under the watchful eyes of Saruman and Aragorn. Open confrontations would be much harder to avoid.
Stealth, speed and deadly precision had long been Legolas' most powerful allies; in all his previous missions, none of his enemies had time to react when the Prince of Ice seemingly materialized out of thin air to deliver his touch of death. But this time, the assassin would have to face battle alone, with nothing other than his strength and wits to rely on. It would be a confrontation with his toughest opponents yet, a fallen Istari and a Man destined to hold the future of Middle Earth in his hands.
Regardless of the odds, this was a fight the Elf would not allow himself to lose. Legolas did not really care whether he lived or died; in a world without emotions, existence was meaningless. Ending it would be no great loss. But this time, Haldir's life hung on the balance. Even after 1000 years, the Prince still remembered his gentle friend's innocence and love for life. Legolas would not let a beautiful soul like that perish. Haldir did not belong in the darkness of the Halls of Mandos.
This was why the assassin had taken so much time to deliberate his options and survey the surroundings. He wanted their escape to be planned to the smallest precise detail. There was no room for mistakes. The Prince had mapped out the routes and timing of the Orc patrols. In addition, he had sneaked into the fortress the night before to familiarize himself with its endless corridors and the location of the sentinels. As Legolas had yet to discover where Haldir was held, the Elf intended to return to Dol Guldur again tonight.
The Prince needed to know the exact location of his friend before he could make his move. The plan was rather simple in nature. Legolas would steal into Dol Guldur and rescue his friend with as little confrontation as possible. However, the Elf was sure that the whole place would become aware of their escape and try to stop them. The trick would be in how to successfully break out of the fortress. Once out of the fort, they would have no problems blending in with the forest to elude their pursuers.
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It's been a week since Haldir had been given to the Man's care. More and more, the silver-haired Elf found himself attracted to his captor. Aragorn was a very special person. Despite his reputation for being a ruthless killer, the Man did not rule his Orcs through fear. He had gained their loyalty through his actions. The Elf was surprised to find Aragorn a just Man, as prompt in giving his soldiers credit when due as he was in dealing out punishment. For someone this powerful, the Lord of Fire was remarkably open to suggestions. He did not flaunt his authority as Saruman or the Dark Lord did; the Man preferred to lead his followers by example. Haldir knew without a doubt that if Aragorn were to resume his rightful position as the King of Men, Middle Earth would be saved.
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Aragorn could see the Elf falling in love with him a little more each day. Haldir thought him a great Man, a natural born leader whose integrity shone through despite his upbringing. His prisoner was far more innocent and gullible than the Man expected, thinking that his actions were dictated by the decency in his heart.
The truth was that Aragorn could not care less about his soldiers; they were merely weaklings born to sacrifice themselves for the Dark Lord. But weak as they were, his father could never retake Middle Earth without their assistance. And pawns who believed they were important in their leader's eyes were much more useful than those forced into servitude. They would be willing to die for their master, thinking to repay his faith and kindness. Ugly, blood-thirsty beasts that they were, the Orcs were not without feelings; their hearts could be won and their loyalty exploited. Through little shows of trust and respect, Aragorn had built his sire an army that would gladly sacrifice everything to further the Dark Lord's goals.
The Man was glad to allow Haldir to indulge in his delusions. It made his job of winning the Elf's heart so much easier. Through his careful treatments, the wounds on his prisoner were almost completely healed. It was time to take their relationship to a new level. Tonight would be the time when Aragorn would claim the Guardian of Lòrien as his own. Tonight, he would make Haldir his, both in body and soul.
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In the eerie silence of the night, a predator stealthily stalked the endless corridors of Dol Guldur. The assassin had searched through almost the entire fortress for his captured friend. But Haldir was nowhere to be found. The only parts left uninvestigated were the West and East Towers of the castle, the residences of the fallen Istari and the infamous Lord of Fire.
The Elf had left those parts to the last as he had hoped to avoid any direct dealings with those two. Legolas had met the Istari before, when he was still Saruman the White. The Prince knew the wizard's power and would rather delay facing him as an adversary. This left but one option; he would pay a visit to the leader of Sauron's Orcs.
Legolas did not know what to expect from the Lord of Fire. Lady Galadriel told him that Aragorn was a Man to be reckoned with; for locked inside him was the greatest power on Middle Earth. She warned the Elven Prince not to underestimate the Man, or he would know the taste of defeat.
The Elf mage did not need her warning to know that. Though the Lord of Fire was just a human who had yet discovered his true abilities, Legolas felt the urge to avoid him. Every instinct within the assassin would be on alert each time his thoughts turned to Aragorn. The Prince recognized it as a subtle warning; telling him that the Man would destroy him if he were not careful, like a fire would melt a sculpture of ice. With a strange sense of foreboding, Legolas climbed the steps of the West Tower, each step taking him closer to his destiny.
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A loud cry pierced the silence of the night. It was soon followed by other similar sounds as the prisoner begged for release from this new torture. All thoughts vanished as the Prince heard the voice of his friend, moaning, pleading for mercy. Legolas knew how mentally strong the Lòrien archer was; he loathed to think what horrible things were being done to the handsome Elf to make Haldir react in such an undignified manner. With single-minded determination, the assassin hurried towards the source of the noise.
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This was much better than Aragorn had expected. He knew the Elf had feelings for him; but he did not know that Haldir would surrender so willingly. The Man had anticipated more of a fight; that his prisoner would at least try to push him off or twist out of his grasp. He had not even imagined that the Elf would welcome his touch and return the favor with ardor. Aragorn decided he would be keeping Haldir for himself, even if the Guardian of Lòrien were to refuse to give him any other useful information. A bed partner like this silver-haired beauty was very difficult to come by in Dol Guldur.
But judging from Haldir's reactions in bed, the Man was certain that given another week, the Elf would begin to confide in him. The innocent Elf could not stop his affections from showing in the woes of passion. Aragorn was now the keeper of his prisoner's heart as well as body.
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The Man was far from sated but he knew his little Elf could not take much more of his skilful administrations. Though Aragorn would like to continue pursuing his own pleasure, he knew the importance of appearing to be considerate of Haldir's needs and well-being. Despite his wishes, Aragorn picked up the rhythm of his slow, deliberate strokes. At this new passionate pace, it was not long before the Man sent his lover over the edge into the blissful world of ecstasy. Aragorn was on the verge of finding his own release when the door to his chambers was kicked open unceremoniously. Before he could react, the intruder had placed a blade to the back of his neck.
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Legolas burst into the scene of a Man violating the only Elf who had ever shown him kindness. Every fiber of his being was telling him to kill the culprit now; yet something stilled his hand. A mysterious force seemed to have rendered him motionless, his blade outstretched, poised to kill yet unable to finish what it meant to do. Perhaps this was the power of the Lord of Fire; that the Man had magic to protect him. And by rushing in without thought, Legolas had failed his friend.
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Through the haziness following the most intense pleasure he had ever felt, Haldir sensed his lover tensed. The Elf could feel that the room had suddenly gone cold; it reminded the archer of his young friend, Legolas. The Prince always carried with him an aura of ice; his mere presence was enough to chill not only the hearts of his foes but also the very air around them. Curious, the Elf opened his eyes to find the young assassin holding a knife to the Man he loved.
"No, Legolas. Please, stop," pleaded Haldir weakly.
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Haldir's voice broke the spell that held both the Man and Elf mage immobile. Simultaneously, they moved; Aragorn leaned away from the blade, twisting around to grab the assassin's hand; Legolas, allowing the contact, used Aragorn's momentum to flip the Man. Aragorn now lay on his back beside the Lòrien archer, with the Prince's knee on his chest and blade pressed tight into his neck.
Aragorn had not lost a one on one fight since he was fifteen. He could not believe he was bested by this slip of an Elf. He knew that the slender form of Elves often hid their true strength; but Aragorn was a strong and heavy Man, the intruder had just thrown him as if he weighted nothing. To add insult to injury, his captor was even more delicate looking than Haldir.
Tresses of golden silk framed a well-shaped oval face. This Elf's features were exquisitely sculpted, with large stunning sapphire eyes and the delectable, rosy lips. Dressed in a dark green outfit designed to blend into the forest, the stranger's lithe form seemed willowy, betraying none of the power hidden within. If the Man were not incensed, he would find this intruder extremely desirable. But as things were, Aragorn just wanted to taste this stranger's blood upon his sword.
"Please don't kill him," repeated Haldir.
"Why? He touched you," asked the Prince as he increased the pressure of his knife on Aragorn's neck. A thin line of red was beginning to trickle down the point of contact.
"I am still alive, am I not? If he forced me, I would be dead," replied the Lòrien Elf quietly. Haldir knew how he felt for the Man, but it did not mean he was not a little ashamed to admit it.
Legolas stared at his friend and his captive for a long moment before speaking, "Get something that can be used as ropes then. Bind him tightly. We will take him with us."
Haldir might have expected the Prince to grant his wish and not kill Aragorn. But to take the Man with them, that was beyond the Lòrien archer's wildest dreams. Maybe Lady Galadriel or Lord Elrond would have ways to convince Aragorn of his true identity. There was still some time before the Man's twenty-fifth birthday. Perhaps Aragorn would choose to use his powers for good instead of the Dark Lord. Quickly, the older Elf complied with Legolas' request, gagging the Man and securing his arms and legs with bandages.
Satisfied that the furious Man was no longer a treat, Legolas gathered some of Aragorn's belongings into a pack. He then wrapped the struggling human in several layers of silken blinds and bedsheets before conveniently hefting his prisoner over his shoulders. Silently, the two Elves began to descend the stairs of the West Tower.
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Aragorn knew what was about to happen. He would not allow himself to be taken as hostage. Despite his bonds and gag, the Man fought his captor as hard as he could, making enough rustling noise to draw the guard's attention. Aragorn had no doubt that his loyal followers would rescue him. That would be when the golden Elf would pay for this insult.
Legolas read the Man's intentions like a book. Though he knew the locations of the guards and could avoid them, it would not do for Aragorn to draw attention like this. The Prince worried that the Orcs might become suspicious enough to leave their posts to investigate if the Man were to keep making such a ruckus. The Elf knew that his gentle friend was in love with the Lord of Fire; he did not wish to harm their captive unless absolutely necessary. But the Man was testing his resolve.
"I have to silence him. Please forgive me," spoke the mage into Haldir's mind as he expertly found the spot at the base of the Man's neck through all the fabric and delivered a stunning blow.
Aragorn did not even know what hit him when darkness suddenly claimed all his senses. Little did he know that he was about to embark on a journey which would change his world forever.