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Part 3

Legolas woke up to the sound of fire crackling. He tried to get up but found his hand and feet were bound rather tightly. He looked around and found about five men sitting by the glowing light of a fire. He looked over to his left and found Aragorn, carelessly thrown on the ground. He could tell without a doubt that the eighteen year old was unconscious.

The son of Elrond and future king of Gondor's arms were tied behind his back, his legs were positioned in unnaturally and there was a huge black and blue mark on his temple.

Legolas maneuvered himself next to the young human. After a few moments Aragorn finally stirred. His eyes met he elf's gentle stare as agony flared in his own.

"Legolas?" Aragorn asked faintly, so faint that it was even hard for Legolas to understand.

"I'm here human." Legoals replied in elvish not above a whisper, also not whishing fore their captures to know they have awoken.

"Legolas why do my legs hurt?" though Aragorn had turned of age, he still had that child innocence to him and the young archer could easily see it now.

"It seems they have broken your legs. Listen to me, do not tell them who you are, nor who I am." Legolas told him still speaking softly in elvish.

"Then who do we tell them we are?" the young elf thought for a minute before coming to an answer.

"If they do ask for our names, tell them you are a young ranger that goes by the name of Strider and I will tell them I am Doletir. He is a servant in my father's house." Aragorn only nodded scared half to death, he couldn't comprehend what was happening to them.

"Ah, I see you two have finally woken up." Said the man from before, walking towards them till he stood directly over them.

"Now what are your names?" he asked intimately, neither said a word. Legolas refusing to answer and Aragorn to scared to.

"I asked you a question elf!" The man snared as he kicked Legolas in the stomach.

"I am Strider a ranger from the north and he is Doletir a servant in Lord Thranduil's home!" The man's icy gaze shot towards Aragorn.

"I was not asking you boy, you will learn to hold your tongue." He yelled his hand to hit him, when Legolas' voice filled the air.

"Do not lay another hand on him." Then man turned back to Legolas and slapped him across the face.

"You are in no position to threaten anyone elf."

"Who are you?" he asked seemingly unfazed by the blow.

"I am Emermin I specialize in capturing and selling slaves."

"A slave trader!" Aragorn let slip the fear ringing in his voice.

"I told you to keep your mouth shut! You have been nothing but trouble, shall I enlighten your friend as to why we have broken your legs." Emermin snared evilly and Legolas worked harder against the restraints, becoming tired of these little games.

"You see Doletir." He spat out the elven name with hate.

"We were going to let your young friend go. It is not in our nature to take human slaves captive, especially one as young as Strider here. But he would not leave without you; he kept sneaking about the trees. Trying to remove your bounds and free you." Emermin glared at Aragorn with hate.

"I do not know why, but this boy seems to care about you. So we decided we would keep him. We broke his legs and knocked him out again. He probably won't survive long anyway, which does not matter to us; for if he is friends with an elf his life is worth no value." The slave trader snared as Legolas struggled harder then ever against the restraints. He couldn't explain it but hearing what Aragorn had tried to do and what he has sacrificed for him has gave Legolas a new respect for the boy and he was even sort of beginning to trust him.

"You both ought to get some rest, for tonight is the last peaceful sleep you will ever get." With that the man turned and left. Legolas took another look around and noticed about twenty five men scattered about the campsite, though he knew there were more than that, when he first fought them; he assumed that the rest must have went ahead.

"Human, why did you try to rescue me, when you could have gone back to Rivendell?" The older elf asked anger flaring in his voice.

"I couldn't just leave you here alone." Aragorn whispered back.

"You could have gone back to Rivendell and warned Lord Elrond or at least have gone to find your brothers."

"That did not cross my frightened mind at the time Doletir. But it also seemed not to cross yours wither when you could have easily gotten away when this all began." He shot back knowing they must keep their identities secret even when they were talking to each other, they never knew who could be listening.

"That was different, you are but a child, Lord Elrond would have not forgiven me for leaving you."

"In the eyes of the elves you are but a child. You may have reached beyond the legal age for an elf but to them you are still very young and still have much to learn." Aragorn protested becoming angry with the stubborn elf's pride.

"…and if I learned anything from my father it was to not leave anyone to suffer especially alone." He continued as Legolas eyes averted away from the young boys.

"You speak with much wisdom for human, but it does not solve our current situation." The young prince stated finally looking back into the adopted son of Elrond's eyes.

"If you can just look past your hatred and work with me, instead of fight with me. I think we can both make it out alive." Legolas gave a slight smile agreeing to their peace settlement.