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A/N- Mentions of my other story Whispering Tears begin in this chapter so if you haven't read it you might want to, but I try to explain it as much as I can.

Part 4

The morning sun rose with a smiling grace. Aragorn and Legolas were woken with a start, as a sudden pain engulfed their bodies. Their eyes shot open as they looked up at the laughing men that kicked them.

"Get up elf! Now!" yelled one of the men pulling Legolas roughly to his feat. They unbound his feet and tied his hand to one of the horses. They lifted Aragorn roughly off the ground, as he gave a cry of pain.

"Shut up boy!" one man yelled as Aragorn was forced painfully onto the horse that Legolas was tied to. They both gave each other concerned glances as a rider mounted in back of Aragorn.

He gave the brown and white horse a steady kick and they took off, the other riders right behind them. Legolas was forced to run and keep up with the speed of the horse. For a few miles the elf easily kept up, but soon the speed became too swift and he fell to the ground, while being dragged the rest of the way. Aragorn tried to call out to him, but a rough hand covered his mouth.

"You speak to much boy!" The ride went on for what seemed like eternity, until they finally got to the small city. The gates opened letting them in, Legolas now bruised and hurting body, was still be dragged though the dirt road as people pointed and laughed at the elf's helplessness. They stopped right outside what looked to be a castle. Legolas was untied from the horse and painfully forced inside as Aragorn was carelessly carried in.

They were taken to a huge throne room. A middle aged man sat in the big red throne. The elven prince was pushed down to his knees and forced to remain there, as the youngest son of Elrond was just dropped onto the floor. Another scream escaped his lips when his legs made contact with the harsh cold floor.

"I see you have caught yet another slave for me Emermin!" The large man exclaimed with an evil grin spread across his face.

"Yes my lord, and he was not easy to catch." The man got up and stood in front of the young elf. He leaned dangerously close to his face. Legolas could smell the horrid stench of alcohol on his breath.

"I am Patruus king of Morlenty; you will refer to me as master, nothing else. Do you understand?" Legolas refused to answer receiving a hard slap across the face as a consequence. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he painfully remember the first time anyone had ever hit him like that, when he was just a young elfling. "You will answer when spoken to! You are nothing now, nothing by my property to make me money."

"We are not objects to be bartered with; I demand you release us at once." The king's eyes darted towards the source of the outburst and for the first time he noticed the young boy lying helplessly on the floor.

"Who is this little boy?" The king grunted as Aragorn became more furious with every word Patruus uttered.

"He says he's a ranger from the north that goes by the name of Strider. He was traveling with the elf, when we tried to let him go he kept trying to free his friend." Emermin explained to his king.

"A bit young to be a ranger, aren't you boy?" Aragorn didn't answer, just stared hard at the king with a cold stare. Patruus leaned in closer and smiled showing his yellow stained teeth.

'I see you are as stubborn as your filthy elven friend here." He snared as he now hit Aragorn across the face. The boy flinched when the kings rough hand mad contact with his fair youthful cheek.

"If you are friends with an elf, then you are no friend of ours. Take them both to the dungeons!" With that Emermin led both of them to where the king ad ordered. They both knew nothing but torture awaited them.

Legolas was chained to the wall as his tunic was torn off him; Aragorn was thrown on the ground. He was no threat of escape until his legs healed. Their cell was dark with little light. It reminded Legolas of the first time he was confined to a dark place of torture. The young human looked over at the much older elf and noticed the drastic change in his, what seemed to be unbreakable composer.

"Legolas are you alright?" he whispered softly so that only the prince was able to hear.

"I am fine; you are the one with the broken legs human." Legolas spat out with spite.

"You are not fine; you're shivering when it's hot instead of cold."

"This place just brings back memories I rather forget." He said looking away from the eighteen year old. How could his young mind understand the pain Finarato endured upon him?

"Does this have anything to do with why you don't trust humans?" Aragorn asked trying to figure out this stubborn elf.

"No" he answered, slowly meeting Aragorn's gaze once again.

"It was only one human who hurt me the last time. But he hurt me so much that I lost all faith in the human race."

"What did he do to you?" the elf looked at him surprised, not many humans he had met since dared to ask him what happened. But this boy was different; he had the guts to ask him and from what Legolas could tell there was no hesitation in his voice.

"If you wish not to speak of it, I will not force you." This surprised Legolas even more, anyone who did dare to ask; be it human or elf did not let it go as easily. This gave Legolas a new found respect for Aragorn.

"No it's fine, I think you should know." With that Legolas began to tell his tale.