Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: This fic is still AU, and yes I know Sauron is a big eyeball, but in this fic he takes a form, sorry Now to all the great reviewers!
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Chapter 9
The long night of random screams had taken there toll on Legolas. He had wanted to reach out when Estel had called his name until his voice was gone. Legolas was fighting the demons within. The very sight of Sauron had brought about every horrible memory he had ever known, from his mother's death, down to his childhood friend being slayed by the warg on an outing. All of these memories sent him into a catatonic state that he even now could not break free from.
Estel lifted is head when he saw Legolas stir again. He did not think the elf would answer, but he had to express to him how he felt. "Legolas we may die here in this place, and I would not have you go without knowing how I felt. "Lanthian is a coward, who should have saved me," Estel said quietly. "For if he had you would not be here, looking death in the face, trying to rescue me."
Legolas sighed, and with much exertion lifted his head. He peered over to his friend who hung limply by his chains, and his heart wept for him. Here was Estel, whose only mistake in life was not being born an elf. Licking his parched lips Legolas spoke.
"Lanthian did a cruel and unjust thing my friend. He will pay for his crime, of that I can promise. Estel you are only one being. No man nor elf could have taken on all of those orcs...Valar, I could not have. I came after you because I care for you. Would you not do the same for me?"
Estel stared at Legolas in silence for a while, not really knowing what to say, and trying to soak in what was said. They were both captives of Sauron, and he was sure not far from a gruesome death at his hands, and yet Legolas still held within him a strength and beauty not even Sauron, or the evilness of this place could touch. Estel had wondered of how long they had been here, but the bowls of rotted meat at his feet told him that it was at least two days.
They both did not have to wait long before the door to the room swung open again. In walked the same orcs who had tortured them both for hours on end. Estel sent a glare at them both, and received only grunts in return. The taller of the two stepped over the bowls at his feet, and grabbed him by the hair of his head.
"I see you do not like what we have given you to eat. Does the meal not satisfy you, or do you require that horrible bread of the elves."
Estel's eyes blazed with fury and pain " Gwanno yrch" he spat. His head snapped to the side from the slap, and he tasted the blood in his mouth.
"You would be wise to eat what is given to you."
"How are we to eat when we are chained to a wall?" Estel yelled.
The orcs looked at each other, and if Estel was not mistaken a quick flash of fear crossed their faces. Much to his surprise they walked over and unchained one of Legolas' hands, and then the other. They took Legolas' hands and rebound them in front of him, and were headed over to him.
Estel waited for them to unchain his good hand before he swung. Unleashing all his pent up fury, he swept the legs of the orc and punched the other. He was determined to get to Legolas, and in his cold blooded hatred he had forgotten about his broken arm. He was fighting toward Legolas, when the orc flung him against the wall. Estel cried out in pain, but jumped up ready to tackle his nemesis to the floor. He screamed in agony as his arm was wrenched behind him, and he turned to take out his aggressor. Estel sank to his knees, as he came face to face with Sauron again.
Sauron flung Estel to the floor, as if he were merely a pebble beneath his feet. He then stepped over, and smiled at Legolas as the elf tried to back away across the floor. "Well, young Legolas I have seen many things today. The most revealing was your identity. Thranduil does not hid his grief well, and yet the half elven Elrond is with him. I cannot see inside his mind, for he blocks me by some unknown force. How is it your father's feelings dwell so close to the surface, and yet this poor excuse for an elf Elrond can block me?"
Legolas could not speak, he could not move. The very sight of Sauron brought back the memories that once again froze him where he was. He finally found his tongue, and spoke. "I shall tell you nothing. You are but an abomination, who relishes the pain and suffering you bring to others." This brought a movement of the hand of Sauron and Legolas was hurled against the stone wall. Now he laid in a heap upon the floor, not hearing Estel's screams.
Sauron rounded on Estel. "Who are you? You must be of some importance to be with such company, and yet I cannot figure it out. It is of no matter for you shall remain here until I know. Do not think your silence can buy your life, for when I find out your name, you shall die, like the maggot you are."
Estel shivered as Sauron approached him and placed his hands upon his head. Within seconds he was filled with haunting images of the last war with men and elves. The elves that laid slaughtered all over the battlefield. The blood, the gore of it all made Estel scream out in anguish. He could not bear to see so many that reminded him of his Ada, and brothers slain, their throats ripped out by wargs, their bodies torn and ravaged by the beasts of Mordor.
Sauron eyed the quivering adan, and turned to leave out the door, but not before motioning for them to be chained where they laid. The orcs ran to do their master's bidding with nothing short of glee, and placed a few kicks in for fun. As they closed the door behind them Estel scooted over to Legolas, and laid down on the bitter cold floor. He then did something he had not done in a long time, he wept.
