Disclaimer: I own nothing of LotR, except some posters!
Warnings: Possible shounen ai/slash, Legolas/Aragorn, very unlikely, though. It's R because there is rape, definitely not explicit though. Prob'ly only goin' to be flashback things with part of it. Legolas is obviously goin' to be OOC… no one could help that in this…
A sequel to one of my fics was supposed to go up before this, but my internet was down since Saturday until Thursday and I wasn't able to look for something that I need to write it. Sry if any of you are waiting for that one! It will get out soon…
'Kay, on with the story. I hope you all enjoy it!
Unforgivable Pain
Chapter One: Fear
"My lord, Prince Legolas needs you in the healing wings," a dark-haired elf said quickly. "He is in dire need of treatment but will not let anyone touch him. He is near collapse…"
Elrond, the lord of Imladris needed to hear no more before rushing out of his study. Scenarios ran through the elf's mind of what could have happened to the prince. Nothing, however, prepared him for the sight before him.
"No! Do not touch me!" a blonde elf, who usually looked elegant, but now looked disheveled, shouted at the healer that was trying to help him, as well as the warriors who had found the elf outside the gates. He had a fearful look on his face. "Get away!" he shouted again and actually cowered further into the corner he had found himself in, which did nothing for his present condition.
Elrond was shocked to say the least at this display. He had never seen the elf look so frightened in his life; not even when up against impossible odds during battle. But here he was, within Imladris and had only friends surrounding him and… he was terrified. It shone as plain as day, as well, which was different, for Legolas usually hid such emotions, thinking they made him look weak.
"Legolas, calm down," the elder elf commanded the blonde in a soothing voice. "There's no danger here; you know this." He beckoned the other elves to back away from the scared prince.
Legolas eyed the others with wary looks, ready for any movements against him.
"Relax, penneth," Elrond said concerned. Why is he acting like this? he couldn't help but wonder.
Seeing that the elves weren't making any advances on him, Legolas uncurled his body from against the wall, finally relaxing. This also gave the elf-lord a chance to see his numerous injuries.
Elrond gasped in shock, not believing the condition in which the young elf was in. No wonder they had said he was near collapse!
"Legolas! Wha-what happened?" the elder elf stuttered, unconsciously going closer to the elf. However, he instantly stopped when he saw the blonde's body tense up and saw the fear grow in his eyes.
"My prince, you need treatment," the healer stated when he saw the elf still bled. He foolishly tried to reach out to him.
Legolas recoiled first, but then, instead of cowering like before, he stood up unsteadily and ran for the door.
"Do not touch him!" Elrond yelled when he saw the others move to stop the prince. He was mad already that the healer had actually tried to touch the young elf when he was in obvious distress. He knew contact would obviously make matters worse.
The others immediately stopped in their tracks, but looked at their lord in confusion.
He only ran after the blonde himself, hoping he'd be able to calm him down. Whatever happened must have been a horrible experience indeed! To get this type of reaction from Legolas…
Elrond saw him stagger and lean against the wall, still trying to get away. However, he got no further and collapsed, breathing heavily and somehow still managing to stay conscious, which was a mystery to the elf-lord, for he had lost a lot of blood already.
Elrond knelt next to the distressed elf; being far enough away so he wasn't too frightened. "Just calm down. No one's going to hurt you. I promise," he tried to soothe the elf. He didn't bother asking what had happened again… not yet at least, the elf was too shaken to answer.
"Legolas!" an excited voice shouted. A dark-haired, lean human ran up to the two.
Legolas snapped his head up in surprise, his breathing coming now in quick gasps.
"Oh, Valar…" the human said surprised, seeing the condition his friend was in. "What happened, mellon-nin?" Nothing good at all, he was sure. The elf stared up at him with wide, fearful eyes. He never thought his friend would look at him in such a way and it scared him.
"Estel not now, please," the elf-lord said, addressing the human bythe elven name he had given him when adopting him, instead of Aragorn, which was the given name to him at birth by his now dead parents. Elrond knew that his son would never leave his best friend in this condition, though.
Aragorn just shook his head, confirming his father's thoughts. He could see his friend visibly shaking! He had to know what had crawled under the elf's skin.
"Legolas…" the human started. He never got to continue, however, when to his shock the blonde finally lost his consciousness that he had been holding onto by a thread.
The prince started to fall sideways along the wall until Aragorn lifted him and followed his father to the healing wing. He started to struggle in the human's grasp but soon was unable to since his body was too weak from blood loss. They both knew the elf had severe injuries. This was possibly the only time they'd be able to treat him. The elder elf got on it right away; his son helping occasionally.
It was a grave task indeed. The elf was covered in bruises, cuts and other various wounds. It looked as if he had been tortured. They shuddered to think about that possibility, though.
The two didn't have time to treat all wounds, but got what they thought were the major ones… that they could see at least. Legolas had started to stir just as they were about to check his legs, which they knew were also covered in cuts, for they could see through parts of his tattered leggings.
The two couldn't stop wondering what had happened. They desperately wished the elf would be able to talk to them this time.
First, they backed away from Legolas, being cautious since people being near him before had frightened him almost to hyperventilation last time. They most certainly didn't wish for that to happen!
Instead of waking like they had thought he was doing the blonde started to twist and even screamed. He also told some unidentifiable force to stop.
Father and son exchanged a worry glance and then proceeded to wake Legolas, who was in the midst of a terrible nightmare. Was he having a nightmare of what had happened to him? They couldn't help but wonder. They were sure they wouldn't be able to get the answer for some time either.
Finally Legolas awoke with a piercing scream. He had sweat glistening on his forehead and had the fearful look in his eyes again while desperately searching for something, eyes darting left and right.
"Legolas," Aragorn called to his friend, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
The prince jumped at the touch and turned his gaze to the human as if first noticing him.
The ranger gave him a smile, hoping to relieve the elf of some of his fear.
It backfired, however. If anything it caused more fear to rise. Legolas tried to scoot back to get away from the human. He was muttering something under his breath that Aragorn could not understand or even hear to begin with. Elrond, though, heard it… with his elven hearing.
His eyes widened with shock and confusion. The blonde had been stuttering 'human' repeatedly, and something else that he couldn't understand. Humans were the cause of this? It definitely seemed that was by the young elf's behavior. What had they done, though? He had his suspicions but prayed to the Valar that they were wrong.
"Estel, will you get some food for Legolas?" the elf-lord asked, hoping his son would actually go. He didn't really think the elf in front of him could possibly eat, although it looked like he really needed something in his stomach. This was just a way of getting the human out of the room. Maybe Legolas would calm down without him there. It was worth the try at least.
Aragorn looked at his father at first, unsure of what he should do. In the end, though, he decided to go get some food. Elrond obviously wanted him to leave for one reason or another. He wished he could have heard what the blonde elf had said. His father had reacted strongly to it, even if he didn't show it that much.
Legolas intently watched the human as he left, keeping a wary eye on him. When Aragorn closed the door some tension left the elf's body but he was still scared. He berated himself for reacting this way to his best friend. He knew he'd never hurt him, especially not how they did.
"Legolas," Elrond said gently, trying not to startle the young elf, he seemed lost in his thoughts. Even so, Legolas still jumped and then focused his attention on the elf-lord, acting as though he had just now noticed his presence.
"Will you tell me what happened?" he asked gently, hoping to receive an answer, though he still doubted it. He just wanted to be able to help the elf!
Legolas lowered his head and shook it. He tightly closed his eyes as images forced their way into his mind. He heard himself scream piercingly in his mind before he snapped his eyes open.
Elrond studied the elf before him wondering how he could possibly help him like this. "If you tell me I shall be able to help you," he urged the elf.
Once again a shake of the head was Legolas' reply. "I-I'm sorry, my lord… but c-can I bathe?" the elf spoke calmly for the first time since he arrived in a hoarse; shaky voice that was emotionless.
A shiver ran down the elder elf's spine at the tone. Well, now he knew why the elf had not spoken before… it only betrayed his condition even more. He'd much rather talk about how Legolas had gotten so many injuries and about his strange behavior. Who was he to deny hima bath, though? He obviously needed one too…
"Aye," the elf-lord sighed, "I shall have someone prepare it for you."
"Hannon le," said Legolas gratefully. He was so tired; he just wanted to sleep. However, he feared to do so, for the memories and nightmares that played over and over again whenever he closed his eyes. Pain coursed through his body as well, reminding him all too well about what had happened. He dared not sleep. He needed to bathe anyway. He felt dirty.
Elrond nodded, although it was apparent that the blonde was lost in his thoughts again. He then left for a maid; closing the doors softly behind him.
One his way to the kitchen Aragorn saw his foster brother, Elrohir, wave to him, and he returned the greeting.
"Hungry, little brother?" the dark-haired elf said teasingly.
The human frowned. "Actually, no. Legolas needs some food," he said clearly showing his concern.
"Legolas? He's here?" Elladan, Elrohir's twin, asked. Neither twin had any idea that the prince had arrived. "Wait. Why are you getting him food? Why is he not with you?"
"He is gravely injured," he replied. He then explained about all the elf's injuries and his odd behavior, especially towards him.
"That is strange indeed. Neither you nor Ada could get the information from him?" The human shook his head sadly.
While talking the three had been walking to the kitchen and had now arrived. Aragorn got a few things that would be fulfilling for the elf and easy to eat. He was pretty sure he wouldn't even eat in the first place.
Then they left again, back to the healing wings. Elladan and Elrohir insisted to come along.
When they got there Aragorn cautioned them, "Be careful around him. He's jumpy." He was, of course, speaking from his last experience. He had to warn them beforehand, though.
Elrohir opened the door for the human since he was holding the food. Instead of seeing Legolas, though, they only saw their father.
"Where's Legolas, Ada?" the elder twin, Elladan asked.
Elrond sighed. Why did they come back with him? They probably ran into him on the way, he thought. Aragorn knew that the blonde didn't need more people around him. He let it go. The twins wouldn't leave now that they were aware of Legolas' condition. And he was sure they were.
"He's bathing. He wanted to and I thought it best to let him," the elder elf explained.
The human nodded, he saw how much the elf was covered in dirt and blood; they weren't even finished treating his wounds before, either. Unless Legolas had allowed Elrond to when he was getting the food… "Did he let you treat the rest of his injuries?"
"Nay, he still will not let me close enough to…" the elf-lord answered crestfallen. "I gave him bandages and herbs to do it on his own. It is the most I could do for now."
The human nodded, that was a wise decision given their situation. Legolas was no healer but with how much the two of them got injured they had to know the basics. He should be able to treat himself well enough.
"Is it that bad?" a worried Elrohir queried.
"Aye," their father responded sadly.
Legolas had stripped what was left of his clothes off and gently lowered himself into the warm water.
He hissed in pain when the water stung his many injuries. However, it felt so refreshing he did not wish to get out. If he did stay then the others would only worry. He didn't want to cause them anymore than he already had. As it was he was sure that they wouldn't leave him alone until they got their answer – an answer he did not wish to give and shuddered to even think about it.
The blonde elf couldn't believe the way he had reacted towards Aragorn either. He had been around him pretty much since the human was born. He should have been able to remain calm. Would he react that way to all humans now?
Legolas stopped washing himself when a sudden realization hit him. He had reacted that way to even Elrond! Everyone that had even came close to him.
He couldn't return to Mirkwood and his father like this. He didn't even want to be around anyone at the moment, for he knew their concern would cause questions to rise, like they had already. He hated to admit it to even himself, but they did cause fear in him when they came close. There would be no way he would be able to leave either. And he'd never be able to sneak out in his condition; he was too weak. Besides, they were sure to catch him as well.
The elf sighed heavily. He would just have to act normal in front of the others. What would he do about Estel, though? …He'd just have to avoid the human, though he hated that notion.
Legolas continued washing himself, taking extra care with his numerous injuries. The bandages that had been placed on him while he was unconscious – he could only guess – were going to have to be replaced. He hadn't even noticed them until he had gotten into the water since he had been so preoccupied. He was glad that he woke before the two could treat his legs. They were covered in blood and were sure to give away what he didn't want them to know.
A group of humans chased him down with faces full of evil. Legolas could tell these people were after him for no good. It didn't help any when they said things like, "Come on, elf, we just want to have some… fun." And other such sentences ran through his mind; never leaving. Ones that they had said while chasing him.
Even though he was faster than the humans, they were larger in number, and were gaining on him…
Legolas dropped the cloth he held and clutched his head as images once again ran through his mind.
"No, stop," he whispered in anguish. It was horrible enough when it actually happened, why did it have to keep repeating over and over again!
"Stop!" he screamed.
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