TO SPEAK WITH ONE'S HANDS
Sign language/animal sounds
The hobbits were tied up at one end of the cell. While Legolas, was at the other, being beaten.
There torturers where a mixed group of men, orcs and Uruk-Hai, who took turns beating the elf. Legolas was hanging from the ceiling by his hands and he looked a mess.
His normally perfect hair had started to come out of its braids and was sticking up in random directions. His back was a bloody mess of lines from where he had been whipped, he was covered in bruise and a couple of his ribs looked broken.
All of them were in only their pants which were still slightly damp from their swim and they were all shivering. Except for Frodo, who had kept his undershirt on to hide the ring, it was telling Frodo to use it to escape.
Legolas had endured the whipping that his captors dealt out to him; he kept reminding himself that as long as their attention was on him the hobbits would go unharmed. Hopefully.
A half hour or so after they were brought into the cell, Sandir and Rondir entered the room. They motioned for the guards to stop and Legolas was freed from his restraints, causing him to drop to the ground.
The elf lay unmoving on the ground and the guards left the room.
"Have you learned your lesson, slave or should I start on your friends over there." Sandir asked gesturing towards the hobbits.
Legolas didn't answer but instead managed to push himself on to his knees, and crawled over to the pair.
He knelt at Sandir's feet and nuzzled his face against the man's leg, he then putting his forehead to the ground and stayed there.
"I should have known that you would break easily." The man said, then walked away. "We will return in the morning and present you to my father, you best hope that he is in a good mood or you may lose your life, along with that of your friends."
"How much further are these caves?" Gimli asked, as they continued there march through the wilderness.
"It will take us a day to reach the caves. By these tracks the people who captured are friends were on horseback. But some where running so that would have slowed them down but not by much, the runners were orcs, they move faster then the average man."
They ran for 2 hours before they came to a change in the tracks.
"Here it looks like someone tripped and was dragged some way. I'm guessing it was Legolas." Aragorn said.
"Why, do you think that?" Boromir asked him.
Aragorn was a bit further ahead, and pointed at the drag marks, "These marks they are too light to be a man or orcs, but to heavy to be a hobbits. There is also this," Aragorn bent down plucked something from a bush in the middle of the path, it was some strands of blond hair, "Elvish hair." He stated.
"That could be anyone's, it could be some human's," Gimli commented.
Aragorn handed the strands to him, "try to snap it."
Gimli did as he was asked and after putting his whole strength onto the hairs they snapped.
Aragorn then pulled some hairs from his own head and handed them to the dwarf, who gave a small tug on them and they broke.
"See the different? Elvish hair is very strong; enough of it could hold the weight of three men. Legolas is the only elf that we know of in these parts, if has to be his."
"Very well, which way?"
Legolas stayed exactly where he was kneeling on the ground for an hour after the two men had left. The guards had come back in and were taunting him, but they hadn't hit Legolas since Sandir and Rondir had left, they ran their hands over his body and groped him, trying to get a reaction out of him.
After half an hour of this they got bored of his passive behaviour and left the cell, they stood outside for awhile before they decided that Legolas wasn't a threat and neither were the hobbits, who were still tied up, at the other end of the cell, so they left to find some food.
"Legolas?" Frodo called across the room, "Legolas? Legolas please wake up."
When he was sure that the guards were gone, Legolas pulled himself up and dragged himself over to the hobbit.
He pulled himself up next to Frodo.
"Are you injured?" he asked them.
"We're fine, Legolas, but you aren't! You can give in to them." Frodo insisted.
Legolas smiled at the hobbit and shifted his position slightly to better suit is injuries.
He looked over each of the hobbits for a few minutes then he reached forward and dug under Frodo's shirt for the ring. He pulled the chain over the Hobbits head, ignoring the hobbits protests.
The elf took the ring off its chain and reached behind the ringbearer's head. He then took some of the hobbits hair and threaded it the ring. He then braided it, into the hobbits hair, so that it was not touching to much of Frodo's scalp but it was completely hidden from view.
He was hoping that Aragorn, Gimli, Boromir and Gandalf would get there before anyone discovered the ring, and before the Hobbits were harmed by these violent people.
Legolas knew that this time he wouldn't be able to cope with being a slave to these men. But he would hold on till the hobbits were safe. Once they were with Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship again, he would fade and he would welcome it.
A/N The random thing with the hair, I though that cause elves are immortal they could have very strong hair so that it will last for centuries. But then that is my strange mind at work. Oh well to bed with me. Night.