Chapter five! Yay! I feel so special, getting this up. So, it's not late, we are all happy right? Except for Aragorn and Legolas, they won't come out of my pantry now. I should go find them.

I LOVE Cassia and Sio's works, I think they were perfect and hope to be as good as them some day, quivering piles of gelatin and all. But I shall keep in mind that fact.

Lyg means snake. I am horrible at remembering translations, so from now on, if you don't know a word let me know in your review.

–is blushing- Masterarcher is soooo awesome!

Anyways, I heard something about Fanfic not liking long author's notes. SO I shall let you get to your reading now!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aragorn crept nearly silently through the empty land, grateful that he had sent Randir off. He would never be able to face himself, let alone Legolas if the 'young' elf had gotten into danger. He closed his eyes for a moment, just listening for a noise, any noise but that scream.

Of course, the Valar had a habit of doing exactly what Aragorn didn't want to happen, and another scream rent the air. Aragorn's spine crawled; he would kill whoever had laid their hands on the prince. He crept through the field, arriving at a large bolder sized rock. As he peered around the rock the sight that greeted him made him gag, two people, appearing to be twins, were arguing viscously, and between them the bloody form of his friend. Legolas' head hung down so that his chin rested against his chest, his eyes were closed and Aragorn couldn't tell if he was breathing.

"You lost the other elf! So this one will have to do!" the woman was yelling.

"It's fine sister! The human sent him back, he suspected something," the man was trying to pacify his sister.

"Yes, yes, I heard you the first three times. And I wonder why he suspected something Cairdor, could it be the fact we kidnapped this one?"

"If it were up to us I would kill it," someone said from the background. Aragorn's eyes shifted to him, a tall man…nearly boy, with dark hair.

"Yes well, I don't think your brother would like that, Naerdor."

"I know, I just think it is more trouble than it's worth."

"Hush!" it was the woman again, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Ra-anger!" her voice had a sickening singsong quality. "Come out, come out I know you are there…I don't want to have to hurt him…" she said with a smile, her hand catching lazily in the elf's tangled blond hair, she gave it a sharp tug, eliciting a moan from her previously silent prisoner. She took her other hand and ran her knife over the elf's swollen lips, causing them to bleed again; the prince squirmed against the pole.

"A'gorn," the elf moaned.

"He doesn't like his lips to be ranger, I wonder why?" she asked. She ran her thumb over the prince's lips causing another moan and the slight trembling to increase.

"Saes…saes…daro…" the prince moaned. Her grin widened.

"You can leave him here ranger, I don't care!" she said, turning to the elf. "He doesn't want you elf, he doesn't care," she hissed into his ear. "That is all right though, I will have fun 'talking' with you some more. Where is he, elf, where is the human you put so much trust in?"

"I am right here, lyg." Caireth spun around, her eyebrows into her hairline.

"Excellent. Naerdor, bind him," she commanded with a small smile. Aragorn struggled as soon as they came near him.

"Let him go, you have me, let Legolas go," he said dangerously, his sword pointed at the men who were reaching for him.

And amused flicker appeared in Caireth's eyes as she watched him fight, she grinned if it could be called even that.

"Ranger, be warned, I wouldn't want you to accidentally bump into me and cause my hand to slip…" she put her blade against the elf's neck.

Aragorn bit his lip and lay his weapons on the ground, his eyes met Caireth's. She smiled winningly and nodded to Naerdor, who moved forward again and bound Aragorn's arm tightly behind him. Aragorn's glare was very nearly deadly and Caireth turned away.

"When you're done throw him into the tent with the elf, they have an hour, I will be there then so I can 'talk' with them about Lord Godéad's proposition for the human."

"Very well, Caireth." Naerdor bowed and yanked the human and elf in the direction of the tent Legolas had been staying in.

The man threw them both to the floor of the tent showing no emotion as Legolas cried out in pain. Aragorn lifted his eyes and held the green ones of the young man before him. The silver eyes of the ranger promised death to any who had hurt his friend. Naerdor averted his eyes and left.

"Legolas, what did they do to you, mellon nin?" the ranger asked, frowning.

"I am fine," Legolas responded with a slight grin. Aragorn shook his head.

"Would that be our definition of fine or that of the rest of the world?"

"Umm…" the elf said.

"That is what I thought. Hold still, elf!" Aragorn said as he tried to examine the bruises on the fair beings face. Legolas raised and eyebrow and glared at him. It was rightly a glare that should have made the Anduin flow north; it didn't have that effect on the ranger.

"Estel, you should not be hear, they only want you. I do not know why but they do, please…get out while you can. I will be fine, I promise."

"Legolas, I wouldn't leave you here, you know that!"

"I am asking you to leave me, Estel. I am begging you, you know not what they are capable of…what she is capable of." Aragorn glared at the elf.

"Legolas…"

"No! Estel I know you do not understand, but you have to get out of here!" the elf prince was nearly frantic, he begged in Sindarin, and even a bit of Quenya that he accidentally slipped into.

"Legolas, stop, just stop. You need to stop and breath, I am not leaving you anywhere. understand that. Legolas, please."

"I am not going to sit here and watch them kill you Estel," the elf snapped.

"They are not going to kill me," ever patient Aragorn replied, "they need me. They don't need you, and I will not watch them kill you."

"You won't have to watch them kill me, you'll be gone," Legolas said stubbornly. Aragorn rolled his eyes.

"Fine I wont let them kill you."

"You'll be gone, it is not like you handed them the blade and said 'here, kill the elf,'" Legolas replied, but he was getting tired of arguing. Aragorn smiled wryly and shifted next to him leaning against the wall of the tent.

"Look, I am only going to say the once so listen. I am not leaving you here. End of discussion, thank you and goodnight." Legolas shook his head at the man his silver-blue eyes begging him to leave. The sound of someone pulling back the canvas door caused them both to jump.

"Well isn't that sweet," Caireth said happily.

"It is, but it was private so if you could leave…" Aragorn retorted sarcastically. She stepped up to him and slapped him so hard his face snapped to the side.

"You will soon learn human, that when you are in the presence of my master you are respectful. Let the fun begin…"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My favorite things come next chapter. See y'all then. And I love RENT. Roger rocks. Okay, done ranting. That was just to annoy Miss Authoressinhiding!

Saes…saes…daro- please…please…stop

Lyg-snake