where tears fall: I' m soo very sorry! I have a very good excuse for not updating yesterday! You see, I tried to submit my document, but it kept on doing this "Request Timeout" thing. I'm not sure what causes it, but if anyone could enlighten me, it would be much appreciated!

Anyways- thanks so much to all my reviewers! To those of you who are evil and wanted it, there will be more Aragorn and Legolas hurting later. (I know, I'm bad...)

Those of you who I owe a cookie, well... maybe you will just have tosettle with another chapter!

on with the chapter!


Thump. His head hurt. Thump. His ribs hurt. Thump. His leg hurt. Thump. And a very

large troll was banging on his temple in an annoying constant beat. Thump.

From far away he heard a small voice, calling out to him. "Elf." Thump.

He struggled to open his eyes, but found them unnaturally glued shut. It was most

likely that human, he figured. Thump.

He knew that Strider was nothing but trouble.

"Elf." The voice called softly. Thump.

He should have never helped that human. Now he was… Well, he didn't quite remember where he was… But he was somewhere with a troll and easy access to glue. Thump.

"ELF!" a voiced boomed across his mind, shattering all thoughts before.

He squeezed his eyes tight and sucked in a deep breath.

"CAN YOU HEAR ME?" the voice of the man boomed again, causing Legolas to cringe. Why did every human feel the need to yell?

"Human, the orcs in Mordor can hear you." Legolas replied softly, finally opening up his bleary blue eyes to look about his surroundings.

He attempted to move his arms, but found them tightly bound behind his back with course rope that but into his skin. His torso was tied tightly to the tree behind him, restricting his breathing.

The elf glanced to the side to find Strider in the same predicament on the tree next to him.

Legolas sighed. He racked his brain for some sort of memory of what happened.

He remembered Sadir. And then…

Realization struck him hard as he recalled Sadir's men and the little "talk" they had. And being pulled away.

The last thing the elf remembered was being tied up by a burly (very stinky) man, and a rather large boot coming towards his head. Then…

The blond looked around the camp. The men seemed to be, besides casting evil glances toward the two captives, just sitting around and waiting. For what?

"I'm glad you are awake." The voice of Strider registered in his head again. Legolas sharply turned to face his companion, regretting it when pain split up his head. At least the troll had stopped pounding…

The man was slightly paler before and looked about as comfortable as he felt. His hair and clothes were disheveled, and he was sporting a cut lip that Legolas did not remember seeing before.

Aragorn recognized the worry in the elf's eyes from his father and brothers. It was the same look that he had been given all his life, whenever he had gotten into trouble. A look composed of a mix of worry, scrutiny, pity, reprimanding, and a dash of ice, just for good taste. It was amazing how well this elf could copy that look…

"How are you feeling?" Aragorn whispered, now fully aware of dirty looks from the men.

"Fine." Legolas lied.

Aragorn raised an eyebrow at the statement. The elf did not look "fine". In fact, he looked like a very large animal used him as a chew toy. There were two fairly big bruises that were steadily gaining color on each of his cheeks. A cut adorned his lip and forehead.

Aragorn was also certain that the elf's ribs were bruised further from how the blonde's breathing was slightly labored. Elves always had to be so stubborn…

Legolas twisted his hands in attempt to untie the knot, but only succeeded in cutting his already tender wrists. There was no way that he would be able to untie the knot unless the tree was somehow concealing a dagger underneath its dark bark.

"The knots are too tight." Aragorn stated flatly.

Legolas looked up, giving a death stare to the human, who, in return, ignored the elf, and mumbled something about arrogant humans.

"I wonder what they want from us." Aragorn said, more to himself than the blond.

Legolas tensed. He wasn't sure what Sadir was us up to, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. The elf was extremely thankful that he had nothing on him that could identify him as the prince of Mirkwood. It would not only endanger him, but also his kingdom and the people of Mirkwood. And he would die before he let that happen.

"It doesn't make any sense!" Aragorn continued. He was getting aggravated.

"Valor! If they wanted to kill us, they should have done it long before now!"

Legolas gave Strider a sharp look as he saw Sadir and Dater approach, an evil glint in their eyes.

Sadir stopped in front of the two trees, smiling slickly. "It seems our guests are enjoying their stay." He said to Dater, who cracked his knuckles in agreement.

Legolas narrowed his eyes as Aragorn followed. "Enough games. What do you want with us, Sadir?" Legolas spoke smoothly, blue eyes icy cold.

Sadir took a few steps forward and leaned over, so he was only mere inches from the elf's face. His hot breath spread across the fair elf's face.

"Me? Games? Why I think you are the one playing games 'Findel'." He whispered so softly that Aragorn strained to hear what was being said.

"You see, I know who you are…" he continued.

Sadir grasped the top of Legolas's head, entangling his fingers in the elf's golden blond hair. He pulled sharply, erecting a small grunt of pain from Legolas.

"Your father must be terribly worried." Sadir said a little louder than before, tugging back on Legolas's hair once again.

Legolas tried not to show the panic he felt in his heart. Sadir knew. He knew all along.

"But, have no fear. I will show him that you are alive, for now." Sadir sharply let go of his vice grip on Legolas's hair and reached a hand out to a grinning Dater.

Dater soon produced a knife and gave it to Sadir.

"Now let's see… What shall I send to your dear father…" he said while pacing, tauntingly in front of the elf.

Legolas kept his gaze, following Sadir around with icy eyes.

Sadir's eyes lit up in a mischievous glint.

"How about a finger. Or better yet, an ear." He stated placing the knife threateningly under the fair being's ear. Legolas refused to twitch or show any sign of discomfort. He would not show weakness to this human, even when Sadir ran a finger around the delicate tip of his ear.

The cold metal grazed over his fair skin, yet Legolas did not struggle. He remained still, as if a statue, eyes cold and powerful, much to Sadir's annoyance.

Sadir narrowed his gaze at the elf. He reached out and grabbed a lock of long blond hair.

In one swift movement, he swept the blade across the lock cutting it off. He grasped the hair in his hand and smiled cruelly.

"If your father does what he is told, you will not be harmed, much."

"But I can not guarantee that about your little friend." He said inclining his head over to Aragorn.

"So, you be a good little elfling, and things won't have to get messy." Sadir said while patting Legolas lightly on the cheek.

"I will enjoy killing you." Legolas said with such coldness in his voice that Aragorn actually shivered inwardly.

Sadir narrowed his eyes and brought his foot into the elf's stomach. Pain shot through his body. Air refused to enter his lungs. Why does this always happen?

After what seemed to be an eternity, sweet oxygen finally entered into his deprived lungs.

Sadir smiled and relished the pain he was causing. Aragorn shifted in his bonds grinding his teeth with anger. He desperately wanted to say something, but feared it would only cause more trouble for his elven companion.

"It seems as though our guests do not appreciate our offer. Dater, keep them company while I am gone." Sadir said while turning swiftly on his heel and disappearing into the camp.

Dater smiled broadly at this, like a child with a new found toy.

He walked up to the human and elf while cracking his knuckles.

"We're going to have some fun aren't we'?" he said with a new sparkle of evil slipping in his eyes.

Dater stood there, in front of the two captives, cracking his knuckles and grinning.

Both Legolas and Aragorn stared at the burly man in front of them, both thinking the same thing. This is going to be a long day…


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