Disclaimer- I own nothing of LotR…
A/N- IMPORTANT! READ! I know that I've been drifting off the subject of Legolas' slavery… that's whom the story was meant to be about in the first place! So from now on Legolas and Tirnen's story will be the base once again. I may go back to the other characters every now and then, but it won't be very frequent (Except for Faramir's story whom you will see in the next chapter possibly). I'm sorry that I drifted off in the first place:(
A/N #2- Legolas will get hurt further on in the story, so just wait, k:)
Chapter 11- Another Day in Hell
Legolas grabbed the tanned leather flask from the ground and ran over to Tirnen's motionless body. He sat cross-legged by Tirnen's head and carefully cradled his upper body in his arms. Skillfully, Legolas placed two fingers on Tirnen's jugular vein. There, he found a pulse, a slight flicker of his heart, but a pulse none the less. He pulled off his own tunic and wrapped it warmly around Tirnen's cold, shivering body. He tilted the young Elf's head back and opened his mouth just far enough to dribble water over his parched lips. He set the flask back down on the stone ground and gently coaxed Tirnen to swallow the water by soothingly massaging his throat until he felt the water pass down. He continued to give water to Tirnen until he was sure that the Sindarin Elf had had enough water.
He set the flask down for the final time and moved over by Tirnen's side. He gently picked Tirnen's limp body up in his arms and moved him to a less cluttered and more open area. He sat down on the stone floor with Tirnen's unconscious body still in his arms. He cradled him close, hoping to get at least some warmth leached back into his cold body.
Legolas moved his arm out from underneath Tirnen's torn back, his arm was now covered with the young Elf's blood. He carefully stripped Tirnen of the remaining scrap of his shirt; and moving him so that he lay on his stomach, Legolas was able to easily clean the deep gashes with the tattered rag and water.
Upon finishing, Legolas left Tirnen's shredded golden-brown shirt lying on the ground. He gently turned him over onto his back, being extremely cautious of his wounds. He draped his own tunic back over Tirnen's chest to keep any more precious warmth from escaping. Then he held him close to his chest once again. "Please do not die on me, Tirnen…" Legolas ran his slender hand through Tirnen's long, dark hair. "You are the only friend that I have here…" He continued to watch over Tirnen's motionless body for the remainder of the day.
When the sun fell, Legolas was beginning to become very drowsy. He laid Tirnen's now conscious, but asleep, body on his side down on the cold floor. Following that, Legolas laid down behind him, lying his body along the contour of Tirnen's. He wrapped his long, slender arms around Tirnen's chest to keep the shivering form warm from the immense amount of blood loss that he sustained.
The night passed quietly with Tirnen drifting in and out of consciousness and with Legolas carefully watching over him.
When the sun finally rose, the new dawn brought hope to Legolas, for he awoke to find Tirnen saying his name distraughtly. "Yes, Tirnen, I am here." He laid his hand on Tirnen's shoulder.
"Legolas…" Tirnen moaned, but that was all he could say before their master slammed the door to their room open.
"Get up, slaves!" The man walked over to the Elves and kicked Tirnen in his abdomen, causing the young Elf to gasp for breath. "Time to work!" He harshly pulled Tirnen to his feet, but Tirnen slumped back down to the stone floor. "Up!" He pulled the Elf back up to his feet and forced him to stand erect. "I need to test out some of my armor against arrows." He forcefully put the sterling steel armor around Tirnen's slender body. Afterwards, he gave Legolas a thick brown leather jerkin.
Legolas sighed deeply and put the thick leather jerkin on, hoping that the arrow wouldn't pierce it.
"Now stay put." The man walked over to the other end of the room and picked up a long, wooden bow. He notched an arrow and aimed it at Legolas first. He pulled it back with all of his strength and released his grip on the bowstring.
The bow sung and Legolas' body suddenly lurched foreword. The green feathered arrow hit Legolas' left shoulder, pierced the leather, and dug itself deep into the Elf's flesh.
The man furrowed his brow at how easily the leather was pierced. But turning to Tirnen, he notched another green feathered arrow and shot it at Tirnen's chest. Luckily for the Elf, though, the steel didn't give and the arrow bounced back and lay before the Elf's feet on the stone floor.
Their master quickly retrieved his armor and bow, planning to rethink the thick leather jerkin's design.
Unable to stand on his own feet anymore, Tirnen collapsed on the cold stone ground, barely on the edge of consciousness.
Legolas gripped the arrow's shaft protruding from his shoulder and pulled hard, freeing it from his flesh. He took a shaky breath and threw the arrow as far as he could away from him. He turned to his almost unconscious friend and sat down next to him, taking the young Elf's upper body in his arms and holding onto him with concern.
A drop of the prince's crimson blood dripped freely from his wounded shoulder and splattered on Tirnen's nose. The young Elf wrinkled his nose and opened his green eyes to see Legolas watching attentively over him.
"Am I to die?" Tirnen's raspy voice asked with fear tingeing the edge of the question.
"No, Tirnen. You will not die yet. I would not allow it…" Legolas gave a sad smile to the young Elf cradled in his arms.
"Are you not going to tend to your wound?" Tirnen queried.
"I would, but alas, I cannot. You see, there are no more bandages that are not already soiled with blood." Legolas sighed, knowing that he would have to deal with an infection later on.
Tbc…
A/N- The end is a bit different because I was feeling more creative that day… heh, it feels kinda out of place…;
A/N #2- Reviews are becoming less frequent… is there something in this story that you'd like changed? But thanks so much for all the lovely long reviews:D I appreciated them! And on a non-related note, does anyone reading this have a DeviantArt account?
Responds to Reviews-
Jedi Gollum- The whip actually came from the movie The Passion of Christ. We watched it in religion class. A seriously sad and gory story:(
Kestrel of Valinor- You'll just have to keep reading to see if Legolas will ever escape;)
Saerwen- Hello, Elanna! I like your new name:) hehe, are you mad;)
faeriekittie306 animelover- Don't worry, I've only begun with torturing Legolas!