Hey everyone, I'm a LotR lover. My muse is coffee, English is not my mother tongue and this is my first ever attempt at writing fanfiction. Reviews would be beyond amazing!

This story is going to be some sort of Angst and a little Romance/Friendship starring Legolas, Aragorn and some original characters. There will be rather graphic violence and torture. Consider yourself warned.

All the characters and places, as well as Middleearth, belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.

Warning: elf torture, violence

I edited Chapters 1 and 2, so you might want to reread xd

FLASHBACK

Lómiel sat on the soft ground in the middle of a forest with her head resting against an old tree. Next to her lay Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. The two elves were travelling to Imladris as ambassadors of King Thranduil of Mirkwood, even though Lómiel was a Noldor.
Both her parents fell in a battle against orcs when she was at an age that would have been young even for humans, and the elleth had lived in many different places such as Lothlorien, Imladris, and Mirkwood. A lot of different elves had looked after her, as well as raised and educated her. Lómiel and Legolas had been friends for a long time and often wandered around Arda together.
They decided to take a small break, as the night was cloudy and neither stars nor moon was visible. The two of them were dwelling on thoughts when all of a sudden a loud noise destroyed the silence.
"Yrch!" was all Lómiel managed to say before more than two dozens of the ugly creatures stormed the clearing. Lómiel stood up with one fluid movement and so did Legolas. They had fought many battles back to back and trusted each other blindly. Both elves were aware of their inferiority due to the great number of orcs, but they definitely wouldn't give up without dragging some orcs with them to death. After a few minutes of fighting, Lómiel felt her strength withdrawing. Her elegant daggers seemed to get heavier and heavier. Suddenly she noticed an orc attacking Legolas from the side without the elf noticing. As the orc lowered his sword to kill her best friend, Lómiel leaped forward. The sword hit her shoulder and a wave of pain caused her to stumble. She focused on keeping the pain eclosed in her body, as she didn't want Legolas to feel it. In the next moment, everything seemed to happen at once.
Lómiel heard an orc growl: "Don't kill them. He wants them alive!" in the common language. The elleth understood that they were to be captured, but it did not make any sense. Who could have given these instructions to the orcs? Anyhow, there was no time to mull over it now. In the mere fraction of a second, Lómiel made her decision. After all, there were only five orcs left.
"Legolas, run! You can't wait for me! Go to Imladris as fast as possible! At least one of us has to survive and warn the others!" she shouted in his mother tongue. "Now!" she added when she saw him hesitate. "Please go!" Finally, he pushed the orc he fought with away from him with one swift movement of his dagger and ran straight into the dark woods. The orcs seemed to have realised that he was too fast to catch up with him again. Lómiel tried to keep fighting but she was outnumbered. After what felt like an eternity, something hit her head and she passed out.

Lómiel woke up shivering. It took her a moment to remember what had happened. Above her, she saw the grey sky lacking any sign of the sun. She assumed to be in a rather high place because of the movement of the cold air surrounding her. The ground beneath her was probably stone, for it felt cool and smooth. The Noldor was lying on her back, forced to stay in this position, and unable to move her head and look around because she was chained to the ground with strong and heavy metal ropes. Suddenly, she heard a soft sound behind her. Desperately trying to turn her head, she fought against the chains but it was a hopeless battle. Lómiel could not see who or what was located behind her, no matter how hard she tried.
"Why are you struggling so much, little one?" asked a silky voice that seemed vaguely familiar to Lómiel. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" questioned the elleth. Instead of answering, the person who spoke stepped into Lómiel's field of vision.
"Saruman?! You are the one who gave the filthy orcs the order to capture elves? Since when have you betrayed and tricked us?" Lómiel realised that she had to be on top of Orthanc, Saruman's tower.
"I am the one to ask questions today, my dear elleth." The wizard added: "And if you give me the information I need, this doesn't have to be uncomfortable for either of us."
"I am not going to cooperate with a traitor!" replied Lómiel firmly.
"Oh, but I think you will. Everyone breaks after a certain amount of pain and torture." All of a sudden, Saruman held a long dagger in his hand. Not just any dagger, Lómiel realised, but her elvish dagger, a present Legolas had given to her years ago.
"Perhaps you are willing to help me now..." Saruman said in a silky voice. "Tell me about the elven Lord's plans."
Lómiel snorted despisingly and replied: "You can try to scare me with the threat of pain and suffering as long as you wish to. I will not tell you anything."
"Then how about actually making you feel the pain?" Saruman took a step forward and slightly lifted the richly ornamented dagger. A second later the tip of the weapon rested on Lómiel's bare neck.
"Having to hurt your beautiful skin would pain me a lot, my pretty elleth. You do not have to suffer. Give me the information I need, and I will not hold you captured any longer. I can even offer you shelter, a safe place to stay during the upcoming unrest. We do not have to be enemies. Elves and wizards have been working hand in hand for many centuries. All you have to do is comply with my offer.".
"Never" answered Lómiel firmly. She felt an increasingly burning pain as Saruman ran the dagger around her neck, creating a thin red band on her porcelain-like skin that resembled a filigree necklace. The elleth heard drops of blood landing on the stone floor as Saruman was slowly jabbing the elegant dagger deeper into her fine flesh.
With an evil grin on his face, he abruptly laid the blade aside. "Well, well, if you still won't talk to me, I shall probably try something different."
Lómiel could not suppress a slight wince as the wizard suddenly held a whip in his hand. A snap of his fingers and an orc appeared right next to him. Saruman commanded something the Noldor could not understand in an evil-sounding language. Without any warning, the orc began to rip away Lómiel's clothing. Again, she desperately tried to struggle free, but her efforts were of no use at all.
Despite being an elleth, she hardly noticed the swift movement Saruman made with his hand, but she obviated a wince as well as a gasp as the whip hit her bare skin. Lómiel had already endured torture several times in her life and had also made unpleasant experiences with whips before, but there had not been a single whip as painful as Saruman's.
"Does it hurt, little elleth? I myself prepared this toy for the two of us, soaking the lash in orc saliva. I anticipated this special procedure to improve the measure's effectiveness, and apparently, I was not mistaken."

FLASHBACK END

Soo this is chapter 2... I obviously can't write fight scenes lol

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