Well, Ive finally updated. When I wrote this chapter, I kpet writing and writing and maged to type 11 pages in size 10 font -cringe-. So I guessed it would be best to split it up. Whooo, so you get about 3/4 updatyes in one day... lucky you

Disclaimer: See Chap 1

The hiss of a sword leaving its sheath rang loud in the air, and since, Aragorn decided, it wasn't coming from behind him, then it must be coming from…. His mind suddenly began to spin, he heard voices scream from every side of him, some were jeering other's held voices of anger and sympathy. He felt himself pitch forward, felt someone's soft grip grab onto his arm and jerk him from his darkening world, though that didn't last for long. Another object came down on his head with such force that he was thrown out of the warming touch and into the cold darkness of unconsciousness…oh, and onto the floor, again. The last thought that crossed Aragorn's mind was: 'I hate drinking…'

Elladan was dozing lightly on his makeshift bed and for the first time in a few hours his throbbing pain below the belt was beginning to ease off. Cracking one eye open and smiling when he saw his two other brothers aside of him, he fell into a light slumber.

Though a cruel awaking greeted him. He sensed light foot steps in the forest, but before too soon a hand knotted itself into his hair, and non to gently pulled his head and torso over the rock. Giving a sharp, surprised cry, he tried to pry the hands free from his hair, but his efforts were cut off when a blade snuck under his chin. Glaring above him, and noticing the upside down sneer he was receiving, he was about to let out a retort, but on hearing Elrohir's anguished cry and a crack, he tried to turn his head in the direction of the commotion.

"Hey, no peeking now", just to emphasise his point, he pulled Elladan's hair again to turn his head and pushed down the blade a little further, gaining a thin line of blood. He heard the elf growl and nodded to two of the men flanking him, and off they went into the darkness.

"What ever you're doing let them go, you son of a bitch". Clenching his fists as his side, Elladan knew he was powerless. But, whatever was happening he wouldn't go down without a fight.

'I told you that you would regret it boy'. That was the only warning Elrohir received before his brother was thrown out of his arms and towards the floor. Though his quick Elven reflexes allowed him to catch Aragorn. He frantically look around him and saw two men coming up behind him, they disappeared into the shadows, and before long Elrohir felt another jerk come from his brother at the same time he was yanked behind the tree.

Kicking his legs and struggling like a lunatic, Elrohir made sure there was no way he was going away peacefully. He heard Elladan yell and soon was joining in the yelling. Turning his direction to his brother

lying on the floor, but still breathing he yelled out: 'Ue Estel. Lye' vara Lle'. He saw with astonishment the man Aragorn went up against outside the pub, walk up to Estel's slumped body, and whisper into his ear "I will win the fight this time", and with that he gave him a good kick in the ribs. Estel rolled a few times until he came to a stop when he collided with a tree. Jeering at him once more. He turned his attention to the twins. "Well, what do we have here?"

He stepped back, blocking Aragorn with his body and with a nod of his head, the men holding back the twins let go of their hold. Elrohir immediately made his way over to Elladan. Putting his arms around his brother and hoisting him up, and setting him straight. Elladan kept his head down and wavered off his brother's attention and Elrohir's unspoken worry with his free hand. His other hand was currently occupied with clotting and clearing the blood on his neck. But this wasn't amiss to Elrohir. But saving Elladan's pride, Elrohir decided he wouldn't fret just yet.

Elladan smiled at his brothers revelation on not helping him, but was soon frowning deeply when he caught sight of Estel.

Noticing the direction of the elf's gaze, Edomir spoke up "He's all mine now isn't he elf?" Smiling he continued with mock indignation 'Where are my manners?' Bowing sarcastically, he mentioned 'if I haven't already been introduced, my name is Edomir. And so, who might my guests be?'

'Your worst nightmare'. Jumping up Elladan left the confused Elrohir behind him and leapt onto Edomir. The two went crashing down to the ground and Elladan took the distraction to knee the man into the stomach and roll him onto his back with his face grinding into the ground. 'How do you like it, edan'. He heard the pounding of running feet and a few pair of hands pull him off Edomir and drag him backwards.

Edomir, pushed himself up off the ground and straightened his clothes. Giving his men the look saying 'why didn't you come faster', he stormed up to the twins. Elrohir was barely holding back a fuming Elladan. He stooped in front of them and tapped Elrohir in the cheek with the palm of his hand. 'This is where I get my payback'. Taking in the looks of the twins, he cocked his head to the side and with a sigh he mentioned 'Oh, don't worry, we'll just have a bit of fun.' With that he raised once more, nodded his head, and with a flash the twins were pulled apart and restrained to the floor.

They watched as Edomir walked casually over to Aragorn, spin him onto his back and put easing pressure onto his collarbone with his knee and started to slap him back into the world.

Aragorn felt stinging slaps constantly at his cheeks and with a groan he was pulled out of the comforting darkness and into a world of hurt. He tried to ease himself up, but felt a knee pushing into his shoulder blades.

'Ah, the mighty drunk one returns. Nice nap?'. Aragorn was still a bit incoherent to actually answer that question, so he just inwardly moaned to himself.

Grabbing the back of Aragorn's jacket and hoisting the young human upwards. He spun Aragorn around and pushed him back into the tree. Grunting and coming face to face with the man, Aragorn could finally see what this man actually looked like. He wasn't hard to tell that this particular man was a fair bit older than himself, as the care and worry had taken a toll on the humans face, his eyes were glazed with drunkenness and his breath stunk of tobacco. He was rather muscular, though and was a little taller than Aragorn. Edomir seemed a bit impatient as well and his guess was soon proven with a continual string of backhands across his face.

Edomir didn't stop in his drunken haste until blood was dripping freely from the side of his captive's mouth and his nose. Stepping back whilst gripping a good hold onto Aragorn's shoulders, he randomly chuckled and threw Aragorn a little further away from him.

Elrohir couldn't take any more and from the constant and struggles from his brother, he was guessing he couldn't either. 'Estel! Fight back! Go on!'. All he got for a reply was a shake of Aragorn's head and a feeble 'I can't'. When Edomir came increasingly closer to Aragorn and started to punch him harder and harder in his stomach, Elrohir didn't think things could get any worse. He was mistaken.

A sudden howl followed with another made Edomir start. Turning away from Aragorn he hissed at the twins. 'You were camping in a wolf area? How stupid are you elves?' Not even waiting for a reply, he stalked back to Aragorn and kicked him once more in his ribs and earned himself a satisfying crack. Turning his smiling expression towards his men. He was about to give his orders to break camp and leave the elves, but he was interrupted by a pack of hungered wolves stumbled into the camp.