Anyone miss me?

Hi again! And this is my second story update in less than a month! I hope I don't make anyone else fall off their chairs...

Anyways, not going to ramble alot, if you want my excuses and apologizes look under the last update of Slave of Evil.

Note: I've lost contact with Melba and Anna, so am going to continue by myself for a while. If you guys are out there, and want to help, drop a line!

BTW, anyone want to beta this story for me?

Ok, on with the chapter after these famous worlds:

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Tolkien owns all! BOW DOWN TO THE POWER OF TOLKIEN (well, and Rowling, but this isn't a knockoff of her stories)

Chapter 6

Legolas slowly woke up. The first thing he noticed was that he was chained up again. Something he was getting really sick of. Second thing was that his body felt all sluggish. Third thing was that they where in the one place he never wanted to see again.

Isengard.

'Perfect, just perfect.' Legolas thought, struggling to his feet. A quick glance around him showed that he was in a circular room with no windows and high ceilings. The second glance showed Eldarion laying against a wall, shivering. He was laying on his side, and as soon as Legolas stepped forward, he saw that he wore no shirt and his back was full of bloody whip marks.

Legolas let out a stream of angry elvish curses, fighting against the chains to get near Eldarion. They wouldn't budge.

"Eldarion! Eldarion, wake up! El!" Legolas hissed, not daring to yell in case there were Orcs near. He glanced at the door. It stayed still.

"Eldarion, get up!" This time, Eldarion moved a little, small gasps of pain escaping through his mouth. He looked over a Legolas quickly, then looked away. But not before Legolas saw the tears on his face. And even more upsetting, he saw the look of defeat in his eyes.

"El, listen to me. You can't give up. I know you're hurting, I know that you're tired. But you have to fight. Please," Legolas begged Eldarion. Eldarion still didn't move.

"What about your father? You know how much he loves you. Or your friends. All of people in Gondor. All of the Elves. Your mother," Legolas whispered the last one. Eldarion looked up.

"She left me. She doesn't want me. She doesn't think of me at all," Eldarion sounded so heartbroken.

"No, El. She loves you. I don't know why she left without saying anything to you. I don't know. All I know is that she loved you more than anything in this world. More than anything," Legolas wished he could help comfort Eldarion, but the space between them was too great to overcome, physically as well as mentally and emotionally. Eldarion looked at Legolas, holding his gaze.

"Believe me El. She loves you," Legolas whispered, his eyes holding as much compassion and truth as anyone would have thought possible. Eldarion closed his eyes, his shoulders shaking from silent sobs. Legolas watched, whispering over and over again that Arwen loved Eldarion, and that he had too much to live for. That he couldn't give up.

Finally, Eldarion's shoulders stopped shaking and his cries became less forceful. He looked at Legolas.

"I'm sorry," Legolas barely heard the apology even with his great hearing. He tilted his head to the side.

"Whatever do you have to be sorry for?" He extended his hand, forgetting the distance for a moment. Eldarion stared at him.

"For treating you so bad. For not listening to you or dad. For running off. For getting us stuck here," Eldarion turned his eyes to the floor, "For never giving you a chance."

It was then that Legolas mentally swore that if they ever got out of this place that he would get to know Eldarion better and give Eldarion a chance to know him without the pressures of Gondor.

But for now, this would have to do.

"Eldarion, you have nothing to apologize for. This wasn't your fault. And I never gave you a true chance either. I always saw you as your father's son. Never as you," Legolas whispered, his legs giving out and he sat on the ground. Eldarion slowly got to his feet, walking over to Legolas.

"So what now?" Eldarion sat next to him. Legolas put an arm around his shoulders, trying to avoid the whip marks.

"We try and get out of here. Can you undo the chains?" Legolas pulled them tight, watching them strain against their hold on the wall. Eldarion looked up and down them for a second before a smile came over his face.

"I can't, but you can," Eldarion touched a certain link, "It's rusted right here. If I pull from this side and you from that, it should come out." Legolas grinned, wrapping his hangs around it. Eldarion grabbed the other side.

"One the count of three. One, Two, THREE!" Together, they pulled, working together for the first time. The chain snapped, and Legolas unwound if from his wrists, then pulled Eldarion into a hug.

"I promise you, I'll get you out of this," Legolas held him as tight as he dared, sending a mental promise to his best friend at the same time.

'I'll bring him back to you. I won't let you lose him too.'

"Don't make promises you can't keep Elf," A voice from the doorway sounded. Legolas swung around, pulling Eldarion behind him.

Standing in the doorway, with a malicious grin on his face and backed by about twenty Orcs was one that could never be killed, but was thought to have been.

Saruman.

Sorry, I know it was short, but it's where I wanted to stop. The next couple will be longer. Not sure how long this is going to be, but will run with it till am out of ideas. Well, I'll update soon, and Please Review!

Cassie