Bound (complete)

Bound 10/?

The twins, Turin and Laieth are walking in the woods of Lorien, sneaking up on a surprisingly distracted Haldir. The only thing that stops them from getting too close is the arrow of Haldir's brother, Rumil.
o yoo you think grandmother would approve?" Elladan asks, grinning, and Haldir blinks, noticing them for the first time.

"Haldir, are you alright?" Elrohir asks.

"I'm fine," Haldir says. "You aren't expected."

"Well no, we aren't actually here to see them; we wanted to join up with baby brother."

"Baby brother?" Haldir asks perplexed.

"Aragorn,” Elrohir says and Haldir snaps his bow without noticing. Elladan raises his eyebrow but says nothing.

"Well they all left yesterday, and good riddance I say," Rumil says.

"Aragorn was that annoying?" Elrohir asks.

"The man? I barely saw him;was was that stupid elf. He was a bad influence on our pets." Turin and Laieth exchange a look. While Rivendell was far from a paradise for a Mirkwood elf, Lorien had to be hell. This was where they had done the breeding. Where they had first 'discovered' their ears.

"Yes. Can you take us to our grandparents then? We have something to discuss with them."

"Follow me," Haldir says, leaving his brother to lead the border patrol. They had barely entered Lothlorien when Galadriel walked over to the group. "Come with me. Return to your post, Haldir."

If Haldir was surprised at being dismissed so quickly he didn't sht. It. Instead, he bowed to the lady and turned, heading back the way that he came.

"Grandmother, we-"

"I know why you came, Elladan, and there is something you both must see."

They follow their grandmother, knowing exactly what she was going to show them; a vision of the future from her mirror. The four of them stand around the pool as she pours the water. They watch the scene develop in horror and fascination. Boromir necking with Legolas against a tree, a single whispered word falling from Legolas’ lips. 'Orcs.' Boromir seeing Frodo in the distance and going after the hobbit as the orcs came.

They watched as Boromir fell defending Merry and Pippin. They watched Aragorn kill the orc that had done in Boromir. They watched as the Ring-bearer escaped and the Dwarf fought on, but they were all afraid to ask; What had happened to Legolas?

He appeared then, clutching his knives and looking like he had taken a bath in blood. Aragorn listened to Boromir's last words then turned on Legolas. Legolas sank to his knees and Aragorn drew his sword. Turin buried his face in Laieth's chest and even the twins turned away.

"They are half a day ahead of you. If you do not catch them-"

"We will go now. How did they leave?" Elrohir asks.

"Boat, of course," Galadriel says, leading them to the spot the fellowship had departed not long before. "You and your pets can pair up in the boats. They are already prepared with supplies."

"Where's Grandfather?" Elladan asks as Turin and Laieth shove the boats into the water. Galadriel waves her had dismissively.

Come on, brother," Elrohir says. "We don't have time for this."
y cly climb into the boats and speed off, chasing after the fellowship. Further down the river, the fellowship's boats are lazily drifting as they search for a suitable place to set up camp.

Legolas didn't understand how a suitable place could be found. They Were surrounded on both sides by the enemy and the smartest thing to do would be to travel as far as the water would take them and continue on foot for longer. They couldn't stop here; they shouldn't.

"We'll stop here," Aragorn says, motioning to the shore as all three boats turn. Legolas grimaces as he turns his boat in. The Orcs were still some ways off, if they did not tarry long they may be safe. "We cross the lake at nightfall, hide the boats, and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north."

"Oh, yes? Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks? And after that, it gets even better! Festering, stinking marshlands, as far as the eye can see!" Gimli exclaims, glaring at the man that he grew to hate as he grew to like the elf.

"That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf," Aragorn says calmly.

"Recover my..."

Legolas ignores the dwarf's grunt. He's too busy mustering up his courage, or what he was going to say next. He turned to Aragorn. "We should leave now.” He mentally braces himself for the blow. But it never comes.

"No, I don't have time for your stupid elf senses. Evil this and evil that. Go and gather some wood or something."

Legolas walks off quickly, knowing Aragorn's eyes are on him the entire time. He's so distracted that he doesn't notice the disappearance of the ring bearer or Boromir. A slightly more keen mind does notice.

"Where's Frodo?" Merry asks. It's then the 'astute' ranger notices the disappearance of Boromir and Frodo and goes in search of them, leaving Gimli with the hobbits.

Legolas looks up as a twig snaps and he sees Frodo approaching him. "We need to talk," Frodo whispers and Legolas quickly pulls him up into a tree as Boromir passes under them. Legolas holds Frodo to his chest and almost laughs at the slithery voice that whispers to him of power.

"What is it?" Legolas asks, looking down at the hobbit in his arms.

"We're leaving, tonight. We wanted you to come with us."

"Why?"

"We're not warriors but even we can see Aragorn and Boromir are no good for this quest. Boromir wants my… the ring. Aragorn, he's… he-"

"…Would come stomping into Mordor like the fool he is to reclaim me. Gimli may be willing."

"You won't come?"

"If you leave, he may follow; he is a ranger and does have some skill. If we leave, Aragorn willlowllow, raging and bellowing the entire way. We would fail, the dark lord will rise again and all of Middle Earth would suffer."

"I see."

"All is not lost, you may find your guide yet. But we are surrounded by orcs. When you see your chance take it. No matter what happens, you must continue."

"You sound like Gandalf."

"That wizard haunts me, truly he does. Now down you go, Aragorn approaches." Legolas drops out of the tree, holding Frodo close. "Walk in that direction, it is safer there. But return to camp soon."

"I will," Frodo says, taking off as Legolas gathers a stack of wood and wonders if Aragorn would chase the hobbits to the black gate or leave them to death.

"Hello, elf," Boromir says. Legolas turns to the man, watching him lean lazily against a beech tree. He continues to gather twigs as Boromir speaks. "You know Aragorn refuses to tell me." He pauses but Legolas asks no questions. "He won't tell me how to make you scream for me, make you beg for me to take you. So I will find it for myself."

With that Boromir grabs Legolas, who drops the twigs to the floor as Boromir pins his hands behind his back with one of his own. Boromir starts his exploration on Legolas' neck, kissing and sucking, stopping every few moments to gauge the elf's reactions. He releases Legolas, knowing he won't move, and opens his tunic, teasing his nipples into tight peaks. Legolas continues to have the Same dead expression on his face and turns to the direction the camp.

"Do I bore you, elf?" Boromir says, slightly angered. "Do you think yourself beautiful? Better than us men even as the cheap whore you are? Are you so special because your hair is softer then the fairest maiden?" Boromir asks pushing the hair aside and lightly touching the point of Legolas' ear as Legolas’ mouth opens in an O and he inhales sharply.

"Is it these ears then, elf?" Boromir says, smiling as he touches them again. A blush covers Legolas' pale cheeks as Boromir's touches are still light and not enough to make him lose all reason. Boromir reaches down then and licks Legolas' ear from lobe to pointed tip.

Legolas' moan echoes through the trees as his knees buckle; Boromir keeps the elf on his feet as Legolas licks his lips. He forcefully pulls Boromir closer to him and the man grunts, surprised at the elf's strength and rock hard erection.

"You want this don't you? Aragorn and I are the best lovers you've ever had."

"I'd much rather love orcs," the inner Legolas mutters. Gandalf had not appeared in his mental prison this time and he was free to watch or ignore what his body was doing and wondered absently why he had never cut his ears off. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end as a feeling of dread overtakes him. He looks back to where he can see Boromir and himself. His true eyes were half closed but he could still see better than any man and he saw the orcs coming maybe half a mile away.

"Not now, not now. No no no NO!" Legolas moans, this would be the death of him and the fall of the fellowship; Boromir on the other hand is having the time of his life. "YOU FOOLISH SMELLY DIRTY HUMAN." Boromir chose that moment to kiss him or he would have heard Legolas' whisper.

"You've never had a better lover have you?" Boromir asks breathlessly. "Can you name a better lover?"

"ORCS YOU FOUL MAN.ORCS!" Legolas screams and his body jerks violently, he then blinks as he realizes and recovers himself. He's slipping back into the void when he remembers what he was trying to do. "Orcs," Legolas whispers before he falls completely back under the influence of his ears.

"Orcs? ORCS?" Boromir roars slapping Legolas so that he falls to the floor but nowhere near painful enough to bring him out of his aroused state. He stands again reaching for the man who raises an arm to strike Legolas again when he sees Frodo and hears the hissing voice of the ring.

"Frodo! You of all of us shouldn't be walking alone, Boromir says, the lure of the ring so powerful that he forgets Legolas completely.

Legolas, on the other hand, whimpers at the loss of contact and turns to the first warm form he feels and starts rubbing against the beech tree. Legolas' inner self was almost dancing. He had actually regained control of his body and been able to warn Boromir, who was on his way to warn the rest of the fellowship. Legolas' joy shatters when he realizes that Boromir is gone and he… he is… humping a tree. He has to return to himself again. The orcs are just a few heartbeats away. He screams he wails, but nothing happened. Legolas is near despair as he screams out his frustration and is soon back in his body, still screaming.

He draws his bow and an arrow and shoots the nearest Orc, who had been fixing an arrow in its own bow. He didn't know when he was at last joined by, Aragorn and Gimli but he shot until his quiver was empty and he was alone again. He draws his knives, fighting as he's surrounded.

He hears the horn blowing but can do nothing about it when he hears a Voice unlike any orc or member of the fellowship. "The horn of Gondor! Hurry!" Legolas watches in awe as the elven arrows fly. He never sees the orc as its arrow pierces him in the back. His mouth opens in a silent O of surprise, but he does not fall. Instead, he turns and throws one of the knives, killing the orc instantly.

The orcs start to retreat as they cower at the very sight of the elven warriors that are approaching. Warriors that had been slaughtering orcs for what seemed to be eternity to the foul beasts. Elladan went after Legolas while Elrohir, Turin, and Laieth, chased down the small group of orcs that they saw.

Legolas and Gimli reach the clearing at the same time from two different directions and see Aragorn hovering over the body of Boromir.

"Be at peace, son of Gondor," Aragorn says, kissing Boromir on the forehead. Legolas completely ignores the tender moment, watching as Frodo pushes a boat into the water. But where were the rest of the hobbits? It's then that he sees Sam; at least Frodo wouldn't be alone. He smiles slightly and that is the moment Aragon chooses to look at him.

"You dare?" Aragorn asks, drawing his sword as Legolas swoons and falls to his knees. Aragorn raises his sword but is stopped by another and looks into the eyes of his brother. "Elro- Elladan."

"What do you think you are doing?" Elladan asks.

"He has the nerve to laugh at Boromir's death."

"And why should he weep?" Gimli roars. "Just another attacker dead."

"Of course, dear baby brother loves to share," Elladan mutters as Elrohir, Turin, and Laieth enter the clearing.

"I can do what I want; he's mine," Aragorn roars as Legolas falls over completely and Gimli notices the two arrows sticking out of his back and his tunic stained with all the blood he's lost. Elladan and Aragorn are too busy arguing to notice until Gimli slams his axe between the two as Elrohir kneels beside Legolas and starts cutting off his tunic.

"Elladan!" Elrohir exclaims when his brother continues to stare at Aragorn. He turns and is startled to see the condition Legolas is in. Turin had started a fire and was placing a knife into it.

"Are you going to gather some athelas or do I have to send you off with Boromir?" Elladan asks. Aragorn mutters something about self-righteous elves asstomstomps off to find the plant. When he returns, the twins have removed the arrows. They take the plant from him and dress the wound.

"He's not even conscious; he's going to die," Aragorn says feeling they are wasting time.

"He is not some weak mortal; it will take more than two arrows to kill him. Does the term healing sleep escape you?" Elladan asks.

"Isn't that the ringbearer?" Laieth asks, looking towards the eastern shore.

"Yes. The orcs took Merry and Pippin," Aragorn says casually.

"Who are we going after?" Turin asks.

"Merry and Pippin. Frodo could have stayed; he's chosen his path, let him live with it. Besides they alw always nicer." The twins stare at Aragorn but are willing to go along with it because the road to Mordor is no road for a healing elf.

"Fine, let's go,” Gimli grunts.

"And how do you expect to catch them with that dead weight?" Aragorn asks, indicating Legolas.

"Why don't you worry about keeping up?"

"Should we-" Turin starts, indicating going the way they came.

"Wait until he wakes, this is not the kind of news he needs," Elladan says, standing and placing Legolas on his back in a mock piggyback ride. Elrohir shakes his head and takes the elf, using his cloak as a sling to carry Legolas.

"Brother, I hope I am never injured in your presence." "I w"I would have secured him," Elladan says indignantly.

"Come, what do you want to do with him?" Laieth says, nudging Boromir with his foot.

"Send him over the falls," Aragorn says.

Once the Boromir had been properly sent, they took up the chase for Merry and Pippin, Elladan and Elrohir setting a grueling pace to catch the orcs.

Three days later, they are still searching when Legolas finally starts to wake as they pause and Aragorn finds one of the hobbit's clasps. Turin, who was now holding Legolas since he was rotated between the elves daily, is startled to feel him start moving.

"Legolas?"

"Turin? Where am. Why-"

"We're trying to track the hobbits that were captured by orcs because you were too stupid to send out a warning. What kind of "eyes" are you?" Aragorn says.

"Aragorn, be useful and track the orcs' path, and Laieth keep an eye out," says Eln, gn, going towards Legolas. "Here, eat some of th" El" Elladan says, handing Legolas some lembas.

"Thank you," Legolas whispers, trying to get out of Turin's hold.

"Legolas, stay, you are too weak for this pace," Turin says holding him tightly.

"Then leave me."

Gimli grunts angrily at this comment but doesn't get to speak.

"You heard him," says Aragorn, returning. "They are heading for Saruman," he says before Elladan can ask.

"Horses, lots of them. Men of the mark I believe," Laieth says.

"Why couldn't I get him?" Aragorn mutters. "He's useful," he adds as they get out of the direct path of the horses.

They come back as the horse-lords surround them drawing spears. Their leader addresses them and they have an unlikely spokes person in Gimli.

"What do four elves, a dwarf, a man, and a woman seek in the mark?"

"Woman?!" Gimli roars, "Where do your foolish eyes see a woman?" Eomer points to Legolas and Aragorn chuckles. Legolas' head is turned towards Turin and all that was visible was long blond hair and a very slight form.

"That is no woman!" Gimli roars yet again.

"We are searching for a band of orcs that passed here not more than a day ago," Elrohir says.

"And why would you search for such foul creatures?"

"They took two of our number captive-" Aragorn starts.

"Hobbits-" Gimli adds.

"Halflings."

"We surprised a band in the night; we left none alive."

"But did you see two hobbits? They would look like children to you," Gimli says.

"I'm sorry, we left none alive. We stacked the carcasses and burned-" Gimli's moan cuts out the rest of Eomer's explanation. Eomer whistles and four riders, each leading a horse, approach them. "May these serve you well."

"Thank you," Elladan says.

"Uh, maybe…" Eomer starts as his men start to turn off. Elladan raises his arm for silence.

"Turin, Laieth, you will take a horse back to Rivendell, after we check for the hobbits. Elrohir and I shall share one. Legolas, you can ride with Gimli; if you feel you can."

"I can," Legolas whispers, standing with one fluid motion. Laieth hands him his quiver and bow and Elrohir hands him his bone knives, one of which he was sure he would never see again as Eomer stares in shock.

"Twins should never be separated," Elrohir whispers.

"I must apologize, I did not realize. But why-"

"He was shot by two arrows in the back, he needed to heal."

"You should have left me, then maybe Merry and Pippin…"

"Haven't I been saying that all along?" Aragorn says, slapping Legolas on the back. "At best you are just a distraction. No better than a woman." Legolas winces but says nothing, walking over to the horses. Eomer shakes his head, not understanding everything but seeing that Aragorn is a cruel individual as he turns his horse to catch up with his men.

"Come on, we have to see if there is anything left to save,” Elladan says.

They travel in an eerie silence to the site and Gimli is the first to attack the pile of orcs. He's sifting through the charred remains when he finds one of the hobbits tiny scabbards and holds it up to the group.

"Well that's it then, they're dead," Aragorn says, kicking around some dirt, as Elrohir looks at him oddly.

"I can't believe I have to take credit for your training."

"What?" Aragorn asks, annoyed.

"They went into the woods," Laieth says.

"I knew that," says Aragorn as they run into the woods.

Elladan and Elrohir freeze at the exact same moment, sensing the near presence. They draw their swords and the rest of the group do the same and launch into the attack but are deflected by a brilliant white light. They are all floored by the sight, one more than the others.

"Gandalf?!" Aragorn asks stunned.

"Yes, and can someone help Legolas? He seems to have fainted," Gandalf says calmly.