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Warning/////////////////////////////// That. Lot's o slash and swearing and Legolas torture.

I AM SOO SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATEING! I have not stopped writing I just haven't been able to get to the net! Me and my mom got in a fight and she ended up wrecking my computer! It wasn't as bad as it looked but it still took a while to get fixed. And then, after that, when ever I would think about updating I wouldn't be near anywhere I could get the Net. And I am ashamed to say that the few times I was near the Net I forgot to update. I am very sorry and I will not let it happen again! I PROMISE!

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King of Men

I'm tormented daily

Defeated by you

Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom

With the coming of dawns first light I managed to gain some level of control my despairing emotions. When the light intruded into my room I managed to pull myself from the bed and staggered over to the bath room.

I called for the tub to be filled with water and did nothing much as I waited for it. I simply stood in my clothes until the tub was filled and looked around to make sure that I was alone. It wasn't that I was afraid to be seen undressed but that I didn't want anyone to see the cuts that were along my back. The one on my chest had begun to heal, as had the ones on my legs, (I had used herbs and such and the cuts were not as deep as they first seemed) but the ones on my feet still opened often and bleed freely when they did.

I finally took off my leggings and lowered myself into the tub.

The hot water helped my wounds and made me relaxed. Once more I found myself thinking of the twins. They would often join me in one of the bigger bathes in Imladris. Often times we would all stay in the bath for an hour or more. That generally earned complaints from Glorfindel and Erestor who both thought that the twins could use their time better than sitting in the tub….

I suddenly snapped back to the present. There were still a few spots of blood that I had not cleaned up before and I got to them now. After nearly a half an hour of cleaning, more than really needed but I wanted to make sure, in the tub I got out and simply stood for a moment, dripping wet.

All of my blood was off me and all of my cuts were cleaned and I had applied herbs to all of them once again. I sighed picked up a towel, wrapping it around my waist, and walked back out into my room. I was happy to notice that I was able to walk much better and without needing the wall for support and I could even dry myself as I walked.

I got to my bed and sat down for a moment, letting my body rest.

After a few moments of that I stood, once more, and let my towel fall away from me, still resting on the bed were I had just recently been doing the same. I quickly chose my clothes and dressed myself.

I picked a short, light green tunic with a red long sleeved shirt that covered the wounds and bruises on my writs and arms. Beneath those two items were soft brown leggings that covered the cuts on my legs.

After a while of prep talking myself I finally walked out of my room and into the hall. I meandered my way to the dinning hall so that I could have something to eat as I did not eat anything the day before.

When I arrived I found Aragorn, and Arwen already there. The three of us were in one of the smallest eating rooms we had, it generally only being used for the three of us and maybe Faramir and every now and then Elladan. I thanked the Valar that he was not there at the time. I couldn't look at Aragorn without my face plainly showing anger, distrust, and even some fear. Yet what was really odd was that Arwen would not look at me. She seemed to be too ashamed to look me in the eyes.

I would have sat down next to her but there was no chair next to her. She was on one side of Aragorn and I was apparently to sit upon the other.

I tried to talk to her several times during the breakfast, in languages from Western to Telerin (actual Tolkin language.) she would say nothing and simply look down at her food and the only reaction that I received was from Aragorn. When I spoke to Arwen in Telerin Aragorn let out a cough and grabbed my arm were one of my cuts was.

I grimaced slightly, stopped talking and drew a sharp hissing intake of breath. At that Arwen looked up for a minute but when she saw me and Aragorn she once more looked away.

Right away Aragorn said nothing. He simply stared at me with an accompanying death grip on my arm. When he finally decide to speak it was in a low, dark whisper.

"You will talk in Western, Legolas. That or any other language that I understand. When ever you talk in any language that I do not understand you will be punished." He dug his fingers into the freshly healed wound. The cut reopened and I could feel warm blood start to trickle down my arm. I did not worry about it becoming too big of a problem as my shirt was nearly the same color as blood and the wound should clot quickly.

"Do you understand?" He asked. I nodded, quickly, not really whishing to summon up the energy that was required to ignore the pain and answer in a way befitting of an Elven prince.

Then again, I did not seem to be an Elven prince. For Elven princes do not sit any cry in their beds no matter what happens.

Aragorn let me go and went back to eating, almost as if nothing had happened and Arwen still refused to look at me…

Quite suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore.

I excused myself and left. It seemed that I wouldn't be eating anything this morning either.

I had no were to go, really, so I simply wandered about for a while. I thought about going to one of the barracks to practice some swordplay but decided against it as I would end up talking to some one and that was not something I wanted to do.

In the end I managed to wander to the top most level of the city, thought I started on the one below it so it was not so far. I lent up against one of the walls and looked out over the city and the surrounding areas.

Everything was the same as it had been only days before, people were living their lives and in the distance a new portion of Othsgilead had been hastily reconstructed. I sighed and let my cheek rest upon the cool stone, letting my hair twirl around my face slightly in a small wind. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind wander.

I should not have reacted so strongly to what had been done to me. I should not have cried. I should have been strong for my people even if they were not there with me. Truthfully I was not very surprised by my reaction. The night brought up too many painful memories for me to have not reacted at all. Memories of my family…my brother..

I shook my head and tired to banish the thoughts. After all dredging up memories of times long past would only serve to depress me more…

As I stared out across the landscape I found myself whishing to go home, whishing that I had left when Faramir had first talked to me.

I pulled my cheek away from the now warming rock that it had been resting on and, with surprising difficulty, forced these new thoughts from my head as well.

Whishing never solved anything in real life. It only worked in fairy tales that are told to children to make them think that life can be truly happy and convince them that the world is a good and happy place. Then, of course, they inevitably learn the truth learn what the world truly is...

I heard someone walking up behind me and immediately recognized the person as Aragorn. Only he, Arwen, and Elladan could walk like that, walk the way that an Elf does, and I knew that it was not Arwen or Elladan as they spent time together at this point in the day unless something of far larger importance was going on and they needed to be there.

Aragorn put his arms around my shoulders and rested his head on my right shoulder. As he did so I glared out at the landscape.

"What do you want, Aragorn?" I finally asked. I could feel him shrug.

"Nothing. At least nothing right now." He paused for a moment and almost seemed like the old him. "Deep in thought, hm? You did not even hear me come up until I was practically on top of you. An Orc would have jumped you, you know…" I had stopped glaring and closed my eyes. He was acting so much like the man I had once known, so much like him that it served as a reminder of what I had lost. And I wanted to mourn for that part of Aragorn that I had lost

"How can you be like this?" I asked quietly, assuming that he would understand what it was that I was talking about.

He was silent for a surprisingly long time before letting go of my shoulders and presenting me with an answer.

"My father taught me to be like this." He said off handedly. "And I'm glad that he did."

"How could your father have-"

"He hit me, he hit my mother, once he nearly killed her. Elrond healed her and my father made up some story about Orcs having done it…" Aragorn leaned up against the wall as well, looking apathetic to the memories that I assumed he was facing. "He would hurt us nearly every day. He told me that I should be like that and I happily obliged…. I would trap animals and practice on them." He looked over at me and I could see a faint smile playing at his lips.

"After he died I continued. I taught myself how to better hid what I did and how to present another face to others when I had nothing that would make them listen to me or when ever I did not want them…" The smile that he had been restraining finally broke out and pulled up the corners of his mouth.

"I simply play a game of deception. Although I must admit it was no were near as good as my fathers, for Elrond suspected it when I was doing it but had no idea when my father was…" He was silent again and he stood.

"But now I fear that I have said too much…." he leaned closer to me and took my face in one of his hands.

"I MIGHT want to see you tonight." He said. "If you don't come to me when I ask then I WILL come to you… and if you make me come to you then you can expect much worse then what you received before." I pulled away from him disgusted and he laughed, something that I had not though that he would do.

"Oh, Legolas, are you going to be the first one to resist me?" He asked shaking his head. "I hope not as I don't want to have to mar that beautiful face of yours and I would hate for anything I mentioned before to happen…"

"I… I will come if you call…" I muttered angrily, being reminded why I had done as he wished before. Reminded of my people and Elladan.

He smiled and clapped my arm were my cut was still bleeding slightly.

"By the way, you might want to bandage that or get a new shirt." He said before walking away, not waiting for a response.

I looked down at my sleeve and realized that my shirt was not in fact the same color as blood, the blood being a little darker, and that my blood had started to seep thought the cloth, forming a dark red spot were Aragorn had just touched me.