Disclaimer: I do not own LotR. …I'm getting extra tired of saying that…

Warnings: Rated R for rape and crying elves… XD

Sorry 'bout all grammar and/or spelling mistakes.

It wasn't too bad of a wait, was it? I actually have quite a bit of the next chapter written out as well, so that might actually be out before the next chapter to Heart's Truth. Good for you guys, huh? n.n

Well, this chapter takes place while Aragorn and the twins were fighting Selaedir, 'kay? In case you couldn't tell or whatever. I'm not exactly sure.

Please enjoy and don't forget to review afterwards, alright? n.n


Unforgivable Pain

Chapter Fifteen: Letting it All Out

Legolas had cried himself to sleep within his father's embrace, feeling secure for the first time since before the capture.

"I wish I could have given him the herbs to sleep…" Elrond said with a sigh. He was glad that the young elf had fallen asleep, but was edgy about the nightmares that followed Legolas whenever he slept. It definitely wasn't a mistake sending for Thranduil, though, that he knew for sure. He had been able to calm the younger elf down somewhat… after the shock.

The elf king said nothing; just held his son closer. He wanted to give him all the possible comfort he could, even while he slept. He was a bit wary about the nightmare that surely would come too. Because of this, he wasn't sure if he should really be holding his son. Who knew how he would react when he awoke, however, he couldn't bring himself to let go of his only son.

He felt tears sting his eyes as he though about all the terrible things his Greenleaf had been put through. He had never imagined such a thing could happen to someone around him or even close to him, much less his own son! A tear slipped down his face in despair.

Elrond was in a chair near the balcony staring out of it. He turned to the elf king, his heart clenching in his chest when he saw the tear. He felt horrible for Thranduil, having to see his son like this…

When were his sons going to return anyway? Were they even alright? Were they on their way? Had they even arrived at their destination yet?

He sighed heavily. There were too many questions. All of which having no certain answer. He was sure of one thing at least: that they were in fact alive. If they weren't he was sure he would have felt something.

At present, all he could do was pray for their well-being; for Legolas' as well. He seemed to be recovering little by little, but he could still see a deep-seeded despair rooted within the young elf's soul and he feared that would never leave.

All everyone wanted was for him to recover and be as close as possible to the way he was before. Everyone knew that it was impossible for things to go back to how they were, and they would all miss it dearly. Legolas had done absolutely nothing to deserve all this suffering.

Elrond snapped out of his depressing thoughts when he heard Legolas' mumbled plea: "Please, stop." Looking over at the blonde, he saw that he had started to squirm within his father's embrace.

He brought his gaze up to Thranduil's and saw him looking at him in question. He looked confused as to what to do. He wanted to hold onto his son and comfort him, but he didn't know if it was a wise choice given his condition.

The elf-lord sighed sadly. "It would probably be best if you let him go, mellon-nin," he said looking at Legolas' distressed expression.

Without a word Thranduil pulled away from his son and laid him down the rest of the way.

"I'm sorry…" Elrond started, knowing how painful it was for the elf king to let go of his son, especially since he had just recently been able to hold him.

"…Worry not," the blonde said quietly, watching his son.

"No, please stop," Legolas said helplessly in a whisper.

The human kissed him savagely again, as he fumbled with the blonde's clothes.

Legolas whimpered in fear and struggled harder. He wouldn't let him do this to him again; he swore it before and meant it.

What could he do, though? He was too weak from blood loss and he hated to admit it, but he was paralyzed by the fear this human had placed in him.

He closed his eyes in despair… only to snap them open seconds later when he felt the brown-haired human start with his leggings.

The archer fought even harder, kicking as best as his weakened body would allow; he kept screaming for him to stop, over and over again the desperate plea fell on deaf ears.

"My lord…" one of the warriors started, pausing at the sight before him.

"What is it?" Selaedir spat out, furious at this interruption.

"F-forgive me, my lord, but orcs were seen approaching," the black-haired human stuttered, fearful of his reaction.

The sadistic human growled. This he had to deal with personally. He was their leader and needed to command them. He didn't want them to think they didn't need him anymore.

He stood up reluctantly and fixed his leggings. Turning to the blonde elf that had curled into himself, sobbing, he commanded, "Do not move, elf. It will be worse for you if you do." Then he left with the warrior, leaving the petrified elf to himself.

Thank the Valar, Legolas thought repeatedly, beyond grateful for this one miracle. Finally the Valar had helped him out of a terrible situation, and the worst one possible.

Tears still fell freely down his face, but now from relief; no longer helplessness.

After a few minutes the blonde uncurled his battered body and realized, with shock, that the torturous human had forgotten to put the bonds back on his legs.

Legolas shifted his gaze left and right, seeing if anyone was around that were supposed to be guarding him. No one was. Dare he hope?

Hope no longer existed. He had figured that out the hard way.

His hands were still bound, but he could work them away, and even if not he could still escape… he prayed.

Help me out just this one last time, please, he silently begged the Valar. Standing up he swayed as the ground beneath him lurched suddenly.

He shook his head trying to get rid of the dizziness. "Come on, Legolas. This is your one chance. Pull yourself together," he quietly tried to encourage himself.

After a second he was able to get rid of the dizziness and walk, still a bit unsteady, but that couldn't be helped.

While he walked out of the tent the human had forced him into, he worked at his bonds. By the time he exited they were off. His struggle from before had loosened it considerably. Selaedir hadn't even bothered to tighten it before either. He didn't think Legolas would ever try to escape again, whether he was too injured or too broken. Legolas hadn't thought he would ever try either. He thought he was going to die within the human's clutches, as horrible as a thought that was. He just hoped he'd actually be able to get out of there without being spotted. He couldn't afford to fight, especially since he had no idea what his abductor had done with his bow and knives. He was furious about losing them, too.

Legolas looked to his left and then his right again, checking to see if there was anyone around. Fortunately for him, Selaedir hadn't posted any. He wondered if there were too many orcs to spare warriors. And where were they even at anyway? All he needed was to run into them while he was attemtping his escape...

To his left there were trees and, according to the stars, that should be the right way. He didn't want Aragorn and the others to know what had happened to him, but that was somewhere to go, and it was the closest at the moment. He knew he would be safe there, too. The sadistic human wouldn't be able to capture him again if he could reach Elrond.

The blonde elf ran as fast as his stiff legs would carry him.

He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Where do you think you are going, elf?" a human asked, sounding none too pleased.

Legolas' heart sped up in fear. Had he lost his one chance so quickly?

He turned his gaze to the human. Dark brown hair and brown eyes. Good, it wasn't Selaedir.

The prince, determined to leave, elbowed the human in the stomach.

Said human dropped to the ground clutching his stomach; trying to catch his breath.

Not wanting to stay to see if he was able to win a fight, the elf dashed for the trees, ignoring his numerous injuries and the stabs of pain they sent throughout his entire body.

He could hear humans coming after him now. Their shouts giving away their positions. He also heard the sound of swords clashing. He decided to stay clear of that area, figuring that to be where the orcs were.

The blonde was breathing heavily, gasping from the pain his injuries caused as he ran from the chasing humans. He would not give in, not now, not when he finally got his chance to escape.

He looked around frantically. There had to be somewhere he could go to lose the humans.

There was no where to go! What could he do?

He looked up. He'd have to climb a tree. He didn't really like the idea given his present condition, however, there was no other option.

The elf quickly scanned the trees near him, looking for the best one to climb, one that wouldn't be too painful.

His pursuers were getting closer.

Legolas jumped to a tree and, gritting his teeth, climbed it as quickly as possible.

He went as high as he could before his injuries stopped him. The branches swayed and moved as if they were protecting him and blocking him from view. "Hannon le, mellyn-nin," he whispered to the trees. He leaned back against the trunk, trying to regain his breath. He clenched his fists against the agony that coursed through his entire body. He knew climbing the tree would only increase the pain, especially after running that much, but what else could he have done? He did need to do something about his injuries, though…

The elf unconsciously pressed himself back against the tree, trying to avoid the humans' eyes. They were right underneath the tree he had taken refuge in.

He let out a breath that he hadn't even realized he had been holding when the warriors passed by his tree.

Legolas rested his head back against the tree and closed his tightly eyes in agony. It was becoming unbearable.

Tears trailed down his face. Tears of relief, tears of pain.

The trees' branches moved again as to comfort him.

The blonde relaxed his body as best as he could. He was exhausted and knew there would be no way he'd be able to run from the humans again, much less climb back down; there was no point in even trying.

He fell asleep within seconds.

When he opened his eyes he was in his bedchamber in Imladris. He was amazed to know that this dream hadn't been too bad. He much preferred it over any other he had had. He knew that the others wouldn't stop, however.

"Ion-nin, you are awake…" the elf king said relieved. Legolas had finally been able to sleep without being awakened by a nightmare. He had struggled at first, but then had eventually calmed down.

Elrond quickly turned his gaze from the balcony's window to the younger elf. Seeing said elf's eyes open he stood up and walked near the bed, but not too close. Legolas may not have waken from a nightmare this time – thank the Valar – but that did not mean he should throw caution out the window.

"How did you sleep, penneth? Do you feel better?" the elf-lord asked softly.

"Aye, I do. I dreamt, too…" the blonde surprisingly answered. Seeing them grimace at the mention of dreams he added, "It was of my escape and was not as bad as the others…"

The two elder elves smiled; glad to hear that Legolas had been allowed a break for once. Neither knew how he had escaped, however, they decided not to pry. Elrond had done so before to get the information of where the humans could be, and he did not wish to do so again, for he knew how much strain it had put on the archer.

"Let us see how your fever is faring, alright?" the healer questioned, wanting to make sure the blonde knew what he was doing.

Legolas just nodded, giving him permission.

He still couldn't help but flinch when the elder elf's hand touched him. It was a reflex now… and he loathed it.

Elrond frowned at the flinch, but he was, unfortunately, used to it by now. His frown actually turned into a smile this time, though, when he felt that Legolas' fever had finally dropped to practically non-existent.

"Good news?" Thranduil inquired, seeing the elf-lord's expression.

"Aye," he said, then looking at Legolas with a smile, "all you need to do is eat properly and get some sleep."

The prince nodded in understanding.

Elrond realized sadly, that he hadn't seen the blonde smile once since he arrived. He couldn't blame him, but there had been at least one occasion where he could have, right? Or had there been? Now that he thought about it, this was probably the closest thing that came to it. There hadn't really been anything actually happy going on between Legolas' nightmares, flashbacks, despair, hopelessness, guilt… everything.

He was surprised to feel tears prick at the corner of his eyes.

"Mellon-nin?" the elf king questioned uncertainly.

Elrond shook his head. "'Tis nothing. I shall go get some food for all of us," he said, leaving the room.

That was odd, Thranduil thought. He turned his attention back to his son when the elf-lord closed the door.

He found Legolas staring out the window with a sad expression.

"What is it, ion-nin?" He didn't care if that was a stupid question after what the blonde had gone through. Legolas looked even more sad now than before.

"This is my fault…" the young elf said quietly. No matter what anyone told him he was sure he'd always blame himself. Even if there had been too many humans to stop, he could have done something. He was the only one there; therefore, it was his fault.

"Legolas—"

"No, it was my fault," the archer stated firmly. "There were other chances to escape, chances before, that I did not take." He paused and found tears making their way slowly down his cheeks again. "I was too… frightened to even move, frightened of what he would do to me if he caught my attempted escape. He did before…"

Thranduil listened intently, fists clenched tightly in his lap in anger at what the human had instilled in his son's mind. He was shocked at Legolas' sudden choice to speak of this. However, he would not interrupt him, for he knew his son needed to get this out, and it was much better that he was doing so of his own will.

"I thought I was going to die there. Nay, I knew it at the time."He paused again, taking a deep breath. He didn't even understand why he was suddenly speaking up himself. He didn't dare make eye-contact with his father. He feared what he would see. "I had given up all hope. None existed there. I thought there was no possible way to escape."

The door opened quietly, but he ignored it, knowing it was only Elrond. It actually felt pretty good to get this off his chest, he realized surprised.

He swallowed hard. "The… the night I escaped… if the warrior that warned of the orc attack was even a second later… h-he would have… again," he skipped, unable to say what would have happened. He knew the elder elves understood what he meant and why he couldn't say it.

Elrond closed his eyes. When he had re-entered, he had also been surprised, to say the least, to find Legolas talking about what had happened and how he felt. He was glad that he was finally able to do so, though. It was very good for him and he only hoped it would help him. He didn't know why he suddenly felt like talking but he definitely wasn't complaining. He wondered what the scarred elf had told his father before he returned. Perhaps he'd have to ask him later.

The elf-lord looked over to Thranduil. His heart nearly physically broke at the sight. The elf king looked as if he were about to cry himself and join his son; he looked so forlorn. He couldn't imagine how he felt. He could only scratch the surface of his emotions since Legolas was like a son to him.

"I did not think I would make it," the blonde continued, staring down at his hands, tears still streaking down his face, "but I could no longer be his… his… toy." He let out a choked sob, and buried his face in his hands.

Thranduil went closer to his son and rubbed his back, stopping for a second when Legolas jumped at his touch. However, he didn't pull back, which both elder elves were grateful for. It was a sign - if a little one – that the blonde was indeed improving.

"Oh, ion-nin," the elf king said tearfully, still rubbing the younger elf's back soothingly, "I'm so sorry."

Legolas continued to silently sob in his hands, unable to say anything more, especially about his traumatic experience.


Well, how'd ya like it? Or not like it…? -.- Anywayz… Yeah, that chapter was easier to write than the last. I don't like writing fighting scenes… no good at them. .:shrugs:.

Review Responses

Mrs. Bloom – Lol… ya should be, man. n.n Oh, btw, that's like a smilie face thingie. With the n's being the eyes and the period being the nose. And that's not really a dumb question, I had to think about it too the first time I saw it. Neither can I… eesh…

Cute little Legolas – Yeah, there is later… you only read up to chapter four…

Haldir's Heart and Soul – .:sighs:. I know. I felt it was too soon, too, but I didn't know how to make it longer. I hope you can forgive me for that. Yeah, they couldn't have escaped unharmed now, could they? n.n;;;

inulover28 – Lol… of course they did! Yeah, but what do you expect from one of my fics? I couldn't let them get away without some type of injury. n.n;; What! It snowed again! -.- I hate you. Kidding of course. n.n …uhh.. if you're talkin' about the pic on my layout, I didn't make it. I got it from a different site since I'm not skilled like that. Yayness! Ya know… I could even post that on my site if you wish. .:grins:. Man, ya really need to post the next chapter to the YYH fic, though. I was actually just reading parts of it again the other day…

empath89 – Yup, that bastard is dead! …though he did come back in this chapter… and will always haunt Legolas… Rawr! He deserved worse… .:ahem:. Yeah, those are unavoidable. I try to go back through and get them, but… well, most the time I get most of them. Sorry.

Chichir's Wanderer – Lol… of course.

Kiharu-sama – Lmao. I wouldn't mind that. lol. Why would she be mad at you? Well… it's just an offer, but I can be your beta if you need one…

HarryEstel – Lol… yeah, definitely not a good thing, but… whatcha gonna do…? Yeah, it is a good thing, but he still deserved much, much worse for what he did to Legolas! Glad ya liked it. Hope ya liked this chapter as well. n.n

Thanks for the reviews everyone! They're very much appreciated. n.n …was the last chapter not that great, though? I didn't get as much reviews as normal. I was extra hesitant about posting that one, too, since it was the main battle and all… .:sighs:. Oh well, I already knew I can't write battle scenes. .:shrugs:.

But, like I said before, I have quite a bit of the next chapter written out so it will prob'ly be out before the next chapter to Heart's Truth. Anou… Yeah, I dunno.

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