Three years is quite along time to wait for an update! Just found this story and been inspired to write more!
Legolas raised his head to look darkened sky, rain splashing on his cheeks. He sighed and looked across at his friend, slumped in the rope that held him firmly to the tree trunk, his head to one side so that Legolas could clearly see the dried blood matted in his hair where he had been knocked out before. He knew that the cold would not be troublesome to himself, but he worried for the human, in his already weakened state.
As he stared at Strider, a clap of thunder ripped through the night air and the human suddenly straightened up, woken from his deep sleep by the crash. His grey eyes frantically looking around himself panicked.
"Seere, mellon nin." (Peace my friend.)
Strider's eyes found his own, and at once, calmed and his breathing slowed. "I had forgotten of our current predicament.." he sighed, "I was dreaming." Legolas noted the slight smile on Aragorn's face and could guess what he had been dreaming about. Then Aragorn's face faltered and he looked across to the tree where Legolas had been bound.
"You did not wake me, how long have I been asleep?" he asked. "Not long, mellon nin, you needed the rest." Aragorn sighed as he conceded to his friend's words, true he had felt drained when he had first awoken, but now he felt somewhat refreshed, the pain in his head reduced to a dull throb.
Aragorn was reliving the fight in his head, how he noticed that the orcs blows were not aimed to kill him, just to weaken him. However, he knew that the orcs had not been as merciful with his elven companions. He remembered the orcs snarled words aimed at Legolas..'for sport', how they had left his brothers unconscious and pulled him away and the dark engulfed them. A lump rose in his throat as he thought of his brothers, and he looked at Legolas, conveying the distress he felt for them. Legolas knew his friend well and could read the pain in his eyes.
" Do not fear Estel, they will take care of one another. We must find a way to escape these foul creatures before they decide to kill us." Legolas elven eyes could make out the numerous figures a little way from where they were.
"Legolas, I do not think that is their intentions, at least for me." Legolas looked sharply at his friend, a questioning look in his eyes. "They were not aiming to kill me as they were with you, I think," he paused and looked into the eyes of his friend. " I think they want me alive, they need me for some reason, but I fear for you."
They looked at each other for a moment, before Legolas was aware of heavy footfalls nearing them. He looked around and could make out three bulky figures coming towards them through the night, he sensed that Aragorn had too noticed their approached and felt him tense against the tree.
When they were close, the biggest of the three knelt before Legolas, who met his gaze with unfaltering hatred. The orc sneered. "You will make good sport, elf." He spat. " You will scream for mercy by the end." He drew a blackened dagger from his belt and pressed it against Legolas's cheek, slowly pushing down until the point bit through his skin.
"Take your claws from him, Saurar." (foul one) The orc rose and quickly silenced Aragorn with a backhanded clout. Aragorn's head snapped back against the tree trunk, and for a moment stars blurred his vision. He could hear Legolas shouting his name. When it cleared, the orc was now bent in front of him.
"Watch you're mouth," the orc sneered. His misshapen hand reached out and found Aragorn's. He grasped his middle finger, his claws digging into his skin. He fingered the ring that Aragorn wore with distain. "My master may want you alive, but I know ways of causing pain without killing you, my lord."
Aragorn found Legolas's eyes, and they mirrored his shock. They knew who he was.