Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any of the characters. Only the freakin' human that hurts Legolas and needs to die. I don't want him… do you? Free evil human for grabs… .:ahem:.

Warnings: Longer torture scene… Rated R for rape… or M… whatever they changed it to now. What was the point in that anyway?

Gah! Sorry for takin' forever in gettin' this out. I think this is prob'ly the longest this one has been. I had it ready before, but I just couldn't type it. Grr… made me mad. .:shrugs:. Nothin' I could do about that… Well, I'll stop with this already and let ya get on with it… n.n


Unforgivable Pain

Chapter Thirteen: A Father's Support

"So how's my elf doing?" the brown-haired human asked the blonde in front of him rhetorically. He loved how he looked, so submissive, so broken, so… beautiful. He licked his lips in longing.

Legolas shivered seeing the look of lust the human held in his eyes and the way he licked his lips. He let out an accidental whimper of fear. What did he ever do to deserve this? Did the Valar hate him this much? No matter how much he prayed, help refused to show. He was close, if not there already, to the end of the rope.

"I love it," the sadistic human whispered, his face no inches from Legolas' own. "I love your whimpers of fear and pain…"

The archer shuddered, all the more frightened. How could someone like this exist? He knew that orcs were cruel (all too well), but this single human had placed more fear and done more to him than hordes of orcs had.

The brown-haired human could no longer resist the temptation and gave the elf a bruising kiss.

Legolas gasped in surprise and fear. The human took this opportunity and slipped his tongue into the elf's mouth.

Legolas was helpless to do anything. His hands were chained behind him and connected to a tree; his legs bound tightly in front of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears escaping and sliding down his dirty and bloody face.

Ada! Estel! his mind screamed for help, although it was useless, and he knew it. No one would know he was missing until weeks passed. His father wouldn't suspect anything if he did not write right away, he usually got too caught up in whatever he was doing with Estel and the twins, after all. Then Elrond and everyone else had no idea he had been on his way since he hadn't told anyone. He'd never do that again… If he survived this...

He felt a hand stroke his cheek. "How I love those tears…" the human whispered in ecstasy.

Legolas recoiled in disgust when the outlaw licked the tears away only to have more replace them.

He kissed the elf again. This time, however, his elf wouldn't allow him access so he cut him with an object the elf hadn't even seen before, and still couldn't see… he made sure of this.

This caused a gasp of pain from Legolas to escape, just as he had wanted.

The archer had had enough of this, though. He bit down hard on the tongue that dared to repeatedly make way into his mouth and roam it without permission.

The bite was hard enough to draw blood, for Legolas could taste the coppery substance in his mouth.

The human had instantly pulled back, wide-eyed. "Ah, still have some fight left, do you?" he said, grinning evilly.

What have I done? the archer thought with desperate fear and regret. He knew that whatever was to come now was going to be a lot worse (and more painful) than a few kisses.

The brown-haired human chuckled in amusement. "Now you are scared! I can see it in your eyes… just beautiful!" he exclaimed. Every time the blonde elf showed him the fear that he had placed in him it sent shivers of pleasure through his body. He wanted to take the elf again right then and there; however, he had to teach him a lesson for his insolence. He had to know his place.

"Luckily, I brought a little something in case this should happen."

Lucky for whom? Legolas thought wryly, knowing it definitely wasn't him. Was he going to use whatever he had before when he had bit his tongue? He still felt the blood seeping out of his arm from it.

He didn't even want to see what was to come this time. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to block everything out, unable to do anything else and prayed to the Valar again, in hopes of a miracle this time.

The elf's eyes snapped open as a piercing scream tore loose from his throat.

He panted heavily against the agony he felt in his arms. He looked down at his left arm, eyes widening when he saw a dagger sticking out; the right arm was the same. Both daggers had gone through his upper arm and straight into the tree behind him.

The human smirked in satisfaction. "I shall never get tired of hearing that heart wrenching scream," he promised.

Legolas' head slumped onto his chest, exhausted, frightened, and helpless. There was nothing he could do. Nothing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the human kneel down next to him on his left.

He couldn't help but wonder what he was planning now. The elf saw his torturer pull out another dagger. Then he brought it close to his upper arm.

Is he going to cut it off? Legolas thought in horror. With the position he was holding the dagger that's exactly what it looked like he was going to do. He started to thrash frantically, trying to get free from the rough grasp.

"Hold still, elf. I could end up slipping and you might lose your arm," the outlaw warned. He actually didn't want to do that. His elf wouldn't be able to do much with only one arm, being used to having two. Besides, he didn't intend on treating him anytime soon – if at all – so he would probably end up dying from blood loss. And he couldn't let his beautiful elf die.

The archer forced himself to calm down, on the outside at least, not wishing to make matters worse. If he really wasn't going to cut off his arm then he didn't want to make him by struggling. He had no choice… once again. He was so tired of that.

He hissed in pain when he felt the dagger carve into his skin, starting at the top left of his arm.

The human smirked at his work once he was done and pulled away.

Legolas opened his eyes, panting heavily, when he heard the human step back. What did he do? he thought. He knew that he had cut him, but it hadn't been as deep or as long as it had been before.

He looked down at his arm and gasped at the sight in disbelief. It was hard to read, but, there, carved in the common tongue was, MINE, dripping with blood. It wasn't very big; however, it was there nonetheless.

"Now you shall always be mine, and everyone shall know," the human chuckled.

"Bastard," the blonde spat out. How dare he do this to him! He wouldn't let this mark stay on him. When he had the chance he would try and focus all his healing to make sure that it didn't stay. He couldn't allow it.

This made the brown-haired human furious. He grabbed the hilt of the dagger in the elf's right arm and twisted it, pulling it out.

A scream tore from deep within Legolas' throat.

Legolas awoke in a cold sweat, clutching his right arm tightly.

"Legolas…?" He jumped at the noise. However, the voice was familiar and the question laced with concern.

The elf in question turned to look at who had spoken. His eyes filled with tears. His father was the one. He didn't want him to see him like this.

"Ada…" he started sadly, but stopped having no idea what to say.

Both Thranduil and Elrond let out a breath of relief. They hadn't been able to wake up the young elf while he was having the nightmare and had to wait until he was able to wake himself up. It had been painful for them to watch as he screamed and thrashed in his sleep, trying to escape. They had felt so helpless. Thranduil felt even more guilty now. If he hadn't rushed in and scared his son this could have been avoided.

"I'm so sorry, ion-nin," the elf king said quietly but sincerely. This time he had held back. When Legolas had recognized him he felt like hugging his son. The first time was warning enough and he remembered that all too well. He didn't think he'd ever forget.

"For what?" the archer asked with a cough.

"For frightening you," the elder blonde answered wondering if he didn't remember. Maybe he hadn't had the chance to recognize him before.

Legolas stared at his father in confusion. It sounded like he felt guilty for something. When had he frightened him? He couldn't remember him doing so anytime recently…

"Never mind, penneth," Elrond said, shooting a glance at Thranduil that clearly told him not to remind the scarred elf in front of them. "Let me check your fever…"

Thranduil had noticed the fever while Legolas had been sleeping. He couldn't believe everything his son was being put through. And he was reliving the torture every time he slept… without the herbs. He dreaded to know anything else (besides what Elrond had told him already) that he had had to endure. By the screams and sobs that the blonde let out during his sleep he knew it was far worse than any being – no matter their race – should have to be put through. Frankly, he was proud of his son for returning to them, even if it wasn't on purpose by what Elrond had told him. His son had still somehow survived. That was all that mattered to him.

He watched Legolas sadly as he tensed under the elf-lord's touch while he checked the fever.

The archer felt uncomfortable seeing his father staring at him. He lowered his eyes in shame. It's because I'm unworthy. I'm a disgrace. I should not be allowed to live, he thought about himself, convinced of these things.

Elrond let out a sigh of relief when he found the young elf's fever had dropped considerably. It would probably be gone within the day… so long as Legolas had something to eat and got some more rest.

His mood immediately declined when he saw the tears that Legolas was once again shedding. Each time the young elf cried it felt like a piece of his soul was being torn out violently. He was sure it was a lot worse for Thranduil, seeing his proud son like this.

"What is it, penneth?" the elf-lord asked quietly, afraid of what the answer could be. He wondered if he'd actually reply truthfully.

"Ion-nin…" Thranduil started worriedly. Last time the archer had cried it had not ended well. He was not sure of what to expect this time. He hated seeing his son like this! It was the worse thing he had ever witnessed.

Hearing the question from Elrond and the utter concern in Thranduil's voice he burst out, "I'm a joke! I'm supposed to be an elf; yet I was caught and overpowered by humans!" He closed his tear-filled eyes and brought his hands to up grip his hair tightly. "I should have just… died…" he finished in a mere whisper, barely loud enough for either elder elf to hear.

Both elves stared stricken at the young elf. They had known this already, but hearing him actually say it had a lot more of an impact, especially on the elf king. He had only heard that from the healer and, honestly, he hadn't fully believed it. Now, however, there was no denying it… no matter how much he wished it wasn't true.

"Legolas look at me," Elrond said firmly.

Reluctantly, the still-crying elf raised his gaze to meet those of the stern elf in front of him.

"This is in no way your fault. Alright, Legolas?" the elf-lord said looking directly into the elf's eyes.

"He's right, ion-nin. And there is no need to be so ashamed. You could have done nothing to prevent it, otherwise I'm sure you would have done so," Thranduil finally spoke up, pushing aside his stricken daze. He needed to let his son know how he truly felt. "We all still love you very much, Legolas. It tears us apart seeing you like this. You should only be concentrating on getting better. That is all we want: your well-being."

The prince couldn't believe his ears. He thought everyone was ashamed of him. Did they really still love him, or were they just toying with his emotions? No, they would never do that. Only the human would do such a thing… and had… How could they still love someone like him now? He didn't understand.

Legolas' tears flowed faster.

"Can I hug you, ion-nin?" the elf king questioned. Both father and son desperately needed a hug, especially from one another.

The young elf nodded. He neither tensed nor flinched from the contact.

Thranduil allowed his own tears that had been held back to finally fall freely as he embraced his son.

Elrond stared sadly at the sight before him; however, he couldn't help but be slightly happy at this. Both of them were finally getting the support they needed from each other. Hopefully, this would get through to Legolas, too.

He wondered how his own sons were doing. It had been a few days already since they had left and he was worried. Every time Legolas woke from another nightmare or froze up with a flashback he got all the more frightened for his sons.

He prayed to the Valar that they were alright and weren't doing anything too foolish.


Well, there ya go. n.n Sorry that Aragorn and the twins weren't in this chapert! I just have to decide exactly what I'm goin' to do with them, which isn't comin' easily at the moment. .:sighs:. It makes me sad. I really want to write, but I can't! Usually if I can't write I just don't feel like it. This time, though, I want to. Grrr! Hopefully I'll get over that soon, especially since a break is comin' up soon. Better be over with by then…

I have to hurry up and type this… have somethin' else to type up too… eesh. It's already 3am…

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Lynx Yamato – Lol… yeah. Sounds awesome. n.n

viggomaniac – Yeah, it is kinda difficult. Sadly, though, those parts come pretty easily, especially compared to the rest. Thank you. I'm glad you feel that way. n.n Yeah… I'm not entirely sure about that yet. I don't want to rush that scene.

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Legolas4me – Yayness! I'm glad ya liked that. n.n I was trying to make it seem like he cared for his son a lot, and I'm glad I accomplished that. n.n Liked the ending, huh? n.n;;;

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inulover28 – Heh… well, the next chapter they will. n.n;;; Sorry 'bout that! Lol… yeah, not really. Only a few times do I. Yeah, I agree too. But, I loved "winter love!" n.n Lmao! Yayness! Snow for me! .:throws a snow ball at inulover:. n.n

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Thank you so much everyone for your very encouraging reviews! I only hope I can get past this weird type of writer's block that somehow attached itself to my brain. ;-;

Now I have to type up another chapter... prob'ly goin' to take another hour… .:sighs:.

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