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Part 6

A week passed Aragorn legs were still mending as more and more work was being placed upon Legolas. Not one man had raised a fist to him since he had first came, but he knew it was only a matter of time before they did. He knew what they were doing, they were trying to make him more nervous, making him anticipate what was to come and he knew whatever it was, was going to be painful.

"Doletir are you alright?" asked one of the many elf slaves.

"Yes Dolemnar, just tired. They have place double work on me and I have not had a chance to rest." He said as he leaned against the counter they were preparing the kings dinner on. A guard came up to them; he snapped his whip upon the counter catching the top of Legolas' hand, slashing the fair skin right off.

The young elf gave a startled cry of pain as he drew his now bloody hand backed protectively.

"No one told either of you to stop working." The guard snared with a gruff, dangerous voice. Dolemnar got right back to work, but Legolas stood there glaring at the guard.

"Get back to work elf, or pay the price." Despite the guards threats Legolas didn't move refusing to give into the will of this man or any man. The guards face became red with anger as it flared to its maximum point.

"If you won't work elf, then you'll entertain the king. He hasn't watched fresh skin tare in a while." He smiled evilly his yellow teeth showing though his dark smile. The old rusty shackles bit into the soft skin of his wrists, as they were tightened more then necessary. He was dragged off to the kings throne room, to learn what his punishment will be. He struggled against every step they made him take, until finally they made it to their destination. And he was forced to his knees in front of the evil king.

"What did this one do?" King Patruus asked seeming to be happy at finally seeing his new slave before him.

"He refuses to work my lord."

"Well then chain him and flog him for his foolish elven pride." He ordered with a sly smirk, as the guard nodded with the same smirk.

"Move it elf." The young guard yelled and just as Legolas was almost up, he was kicked back down.

"I said to move, not to stand." The other guards and the king laughed, as the young guard was imposing for the young prince to crawl, like a mere insect. But Legolas was not willing to lose his pride, as he went to stand again only to receive another blow knocking him over. These actions were repeated many times until the king finally grew tired of the game.

"Let him walk, but make his punishment doubled. Just so he knows he has no power here." Once again Legoals was dragged off, but this time he was smirking to himself. They could beat him until there was no blood left to flow free, but they cam not control him. He was taken to what they called the adjustment room, were they adjust the so called 'trouble makers'. Legolas was chained to the shackles hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. His tunic was ripped off him and thrown into the corner like the rag it was. The three guards began to circle him, laughing out cruel jokes and spitting at him. Finally the king made it and the three guards bowed in respect.

"King Patruus we are ready to begins, with your permission." The youngest spoke eager to lash the fair skin off the elf's back. The king circled the elf and examined the young princes back. He found a lone scar barley noticeable to the untrained eye.

"What do we have here?" Patruus mocked the question as he traced the faded line.

"It seems you have been through this before. I thought elves were suppose to have amazing healing abilities." He smirked holding the fair elven face in his rough dirty hands.

"I guess you can not even live up to the perfection of your own kin." Legolas snapped his face out of the evil kings hands, looking down to were his feet barley touched the floor. He remembered when he received that scar; it was while Finarato held him captive. If Maeglon hadn't found him when he did he probably would have bled to death. He was so caught up in his flashback that he hadn't even noticed that Patruus had given the order to strike, until he felt the harsh sting of the whip against his bare back.

He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing for it to be over soon. He bit his lip so he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of his screams. Unfortunately he bit down so hard that he made it bleed. Every lash hurt worse then the last. He tried to keep his mind off the stinging pain against his back, by remembering his home, his friends, his family. Finally after what felt like eternity they stopped. They unlocked the shackles that held his wrist hostage. He fell to the floor, breathing heavy from the pain and exhaustion. Crimson blood dripped from his beaten back, staining the already blood stained floor even more.

"Clean him up and return him to his cell." The king demanded as he got up to leave. But before he did he leaned over Legolas, whispering into his ear.

"I hope this teaches you, young Doletir that disobeyence is not tolerated around here. Though I am sure this is no the last time I will see you here." With that Patruus left, the stone door slamming behind him. Legolas couldn't believe that he was calling him young, when he easily had more then a thousand years on him.

The guards cruelly cleaned the blood off the exhausted elf. He was dragged back to the cell he shared with Aragorn. The guards threw him in, the young prince gave a muffled cry of pain of he landed on his back. The men in the doorway laughed as the elf struggled to turn over; Aragorn watched in horror at his new friends labored breathes and became angry at the cruel laughter. His eyes wondered form his hurting friend, to the laughing guards. His eyes burned with fury as the rage built up, boiling over.

"Stop it, haven't you harmed him enough. Do you have to stand there and laugh at him to?" Aragorn yelled in anger as the laughter stopped and annoyed faces turned towards him.

"You should learn to hold your tongue boy. You are lucky we can not touch you until your legs heal, or you would be in worse state then your friend here." With that the guards left as Aragorn relaxed as Legolas managed to sit up and lean his side against the wall.

"You are going to get yourself killed, with that mouth of yours Estel." The human smiled sadly as he tried to get a closer look at the wary elf.

"You do not seem to be staying out of trouble either mellon-nin." He said concern sounding in his voice. But Legolas gave a pained smile at his young friend.

"My father always said I have a tendency to get into trouble; and I am not going to let these men miss out on my best quality." Aragorn smiled at Legolas' weak attempt to keep both their spirits high. Soon they were both out cold, their dreams filled with nothing but nightmares of what was yet to come.

A/N- For those of you who have read Whispering Tears, there is a mention of a scar he got that almost killed him in this chapter as you have already read. Now I know I never wrote that Finarato cut him deep enough to almost kill him but I did mention he almost died from blood loss. So you can consider that an extra scene speak for Whispering Tears, so to speak. Till next time narmarie