No Way Out

Author(s): Mawgy & Ash

Rating: PG-13 for now

Beta: Mawgy's mum

Warning(s): Slash, angst, BDSM

Summary: When the young Prince Legolas and the Lorien Marchwarden

Haldir are captured by Haradrim they must work together in order to

escape.



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Author(s): Mawgy & Ash

Rating: PG-13 for now

Beta: Mawgy's mum

Warning(s): Slash, angst, BDSM

Summary: When the young Prince Legolas and the Lorien Marchwarden

Haldir are captured by Haradrim they must work together in order to

escape.



Haldir moaned as consciousness came flooding back to him. His head

was limp and bent at a strange angle. He carefully lifted it so he

could see where he was, but the wound on his head pounded and Haldir

felt nothing but nauseousness. Closing his eyes, Haldir concentrated

on pushing all ill feelings to the back of his mind so he could

concentrate on discovering where he was. Swallowing sharply, he

reached out with his mind and allowed other senses to take over. His

shoulders felt numb and his fingers sore. Wiggling the small digits

brought his attention to the fact they were above him, chained to the

ceiling. His feet were also manacled to the floor, but there was some

give in the chains, giving him at least a little freedom as to where

he placed his feet. There was nothing behind him, no wall or board to

keep him in place… or rest upon. The smell in this room was dank and

musty. He guessed he was underground once more, and doubted that the

pain in his shoulders and head were nothing compared to what was

about to befall him and the Prince.



Gasping, Haldir raised his head and looked around desperately. Again

his head swum as images appeared blearily before him, but he did not

care. He searched for Legolas in the gloom of the room and sighed in

relief as the blonde came into view, though his light was now

diminishing at a worrying rate. The Prince was lying down, bound to

some sort of rack and chained at the ankles and wrists also. The

wound on his leg still needed tending, Haldir's cloth was now soaked

in blood. Haldir sighed, kicking himself for pressuring the young elf

into this situation. The guilt threatened to overpower him, but first

he needed to make sure Legolas was all right before any self-hatred

could begin.



"Legolas…? Pssst! Legolas! Wake up!" Haldir whispered harshly, not

wanting to gain the attention of the guards whom could potentially be

right outside the door. Haldir sighed with relief when Legolas'

eyelids began to flutter.



"Hal… dir," came the barely audible croak in reply, the single word

alone difficult to muster through his dry throat. Legolas was

disoriented, head pounding, his leg engulfed in pain. He was on the

verge of unconsciousness, could feel sleep trying to take its hold

over him again. The Marchwarden's rousing had appeared to be the only

thing to distract him enough to bring him back to reality. Sucking in

a painful breath, Legolas licked his lips and attempted to form a

sentence. "Where-"



Whatever he was about to say died in his throat with the twitch of a

wrist, and he suddenly realized that his unusually cold hands were

suspended above his head. He tugged weakly at the restraints, trying

to crane his neck as best he could, blinking as he strained his eyes

to see through the swimming fog of his throbbing head. What he could

make out in this foreboding room were the shadows of a counter, above

it a rack holding various tools. This chamber seemed to be round in

shape, the dull light of the lanterns flickering on each side,

illuminating the silhouette occupying the middle of the floor.

Haldir… though he could barely make out his face, he recognized him

immediately.



"Where are we? Uh!" Legolas gasped, his fists clenching. "Ai… my

leg."



Haldir winced at Legolas' outburst of pain, hating himself for being

the cause of it.



"It appears to be some kind of torture chamber. At least they were

kind enough to have you lying down. Legolas… there are no words I can

give to truly represent how sorry I am. I was so keen to escape I did

not stop to think on the possibility of a negative outcome. Please

believe me…" Haldir's sincerity shone through his tear-glazed eyes.



"Sorry… you?" Legolas sighed, his eyes closing. "Nay, Haldir, it is

I who should apologize. Had I not hesitated at that last moment, had

I been quicker, I would not have been been shot and therefore

ultimately would not have delayed us. I became distracted. I…

Haldir," he moaned, "Please, forgive me."



"There is no need for you to be sorry. I am the one who pushed to

escape when clearly it was still too early. We need to gather more

information about this place and the town surrounding it before we

try again. But more importantly, you must heal first and *TOGETHER*

we shall leave here. If nothing else, I promise you that," Haldir

said with conviction, his face full of determination. He breathed in

to go on, but a noise outside the door caught his attention. "Go to

sleep Legolas. Please, this was all my fault and I shall take the

brunt of their anger. Please, watching you get hurt would only cause

me more pain. Just pretend. Leave everything to me," he whispered

quickly, hoping Legolas would listen to him before the lock unclasped.



Legolas' stomach wrenched at the thought of allowing Haldir to take

full punishment. He had been involved in their attempted escape just

as much as the Lorien Elf. To allow him to take blame would be

cowardly, dishonest. Did he really expect Legolas to watch him be

beaten while he just lay there and do nothing? It was simply out of

the question.



The opening of the door on its creaking hinges caused him to tense,

and he remained still as he watched the large, menacing figure of a

Haradrim enter.



"You seem to have disrupted the natural order of my administration."



"And you have disrupted the natural order of our lives. We are not

supposed to be here and we are not beings that can be kept

thoughtlessly underground. We can die from such captivity!" Haldir

angrily threw back at the man, his features hard.



"And how does that make you any different from my other fighters?

Everyone dies here eventually. My only goal is to keep you, and my

other elven captives, alive for as long as possible." The bulbous man

turned and walked slowly to a rack full of torture implements. "So,

unlike any others that try to leave, I will not kill you. But do not

think," he turned back to face Haldir with a heavy whip coiled around

his hands, "that your actions will go unpunished."



"You will not break me," Haldir spoke determinedly.



"As much as I may be inclined to take your word on that, I think it

would be a lot more fun to find out the old-fashioned way," he

grinned sadistically. Despite having been trained to endure such

sessions, Haldir could not help but swallow harshly.



Though it was not his flesh the whip came into contact with, the

Prince could not help but cringe as the harsh instrument loudly

licked Haldir across the back. He looked as though he would have

staggered, had his wrists not been restrained above him. For an

instant the two elves gazes connected before, the Lorien guard's eyes

snapped shut, teeth baring as the second strike followed.



"No," Legolas choked out, unable to bare the pain on Haldir's

face. "Stop… Stop it!"



A third strike cruelly followed before the air became silent, and

heavy footfalls came in Legolas' direction. "Did you say something,

Elfling?"



"I-" Legolas looked up at the figure towering over him, intimidated

but unable to hold his tongue. "Leave him alone."



The Haradrim made an amused sound in the back of his throat. "Leave

him alone?" he echoed. "Would you rather I perform my ministrations

on you?"



And then cruelly, to signify the meaning of his words, the man

reached out his hand towards the young Elf's wounded leg, ripping the

bandage away and thrusting his thumb into the gaping wound, twisting

it mercilessly. Legolas threw back his head, his agonized howl

resounding off the brick walls as his body seized and fought vainly

against his restraints.



"NO! STOP IT! He had nothing to do with our actions!" Haldir screamed.



"Really? I could have sworn he tried to escape just as much as you

did," the man said sarcastically, he bent his thumb, stretching the

wound. Legolas cries grew in volume and soon became hoarse.



"But it was *I* who planned it! He did not want anything to do with

it and insisted we stay here! I could have escaped easily on my own,

but I took him with me! If it weren't for his hesitation to displease

you we would be far from here and out of your reach!" Haldir

screamed, hoping the man would believe him.



The flaring pain consuming the prince's limb abruptly ended as the

bloody digit was ripped away, forcing one last moan past his dry

lips. It took a moment for him to open his tear-glazed eyes, his

senses clouded by overwhelming hurt.



"Whether or not he had a lesser roll in your little scheme is not the

issue. I believe you are missing the point of all this. You make a

mockery of my establishment as well as my dominance over you. None of

my slaves defy me, do you understand? I am your Master!"



Hovering over the young Elf's prone form on the table, the man's cold

hard eyes stared down meaningfully into Legolas' own before a fist

was shoved in his face, one protruding thumb painted in his own blood

coming to his mouth. He turned his head to the side in disgust trying

to avoid it, but this proved useless as the other hand fisted in his

hair to hold him immobile. The offending digit resumed its

destination, gliding against the tightly pressed lips. "Open your

mouth… now!"



He felt the grip in his hair tighten threateningly. Chancing a

helpless glance at the other prone Elf across from him, the prince's

eyes glazed over and fearful, Legolas could do nothing but accept the

offending fingers into his mouth, his very taste buds recoiling at

the tangy slickness of his blood as it was shoved to the very back of

his throat.



He felt the unfamiliar need to wretch. A defiant part of him wanted

to bite down, however the knowledge that he would in all probability

be beaten for further resistance stopped him. "Lick it clean." Not

waiting for him to respond, the appendage rubbed its self across the

slick surface of the prince's tongue, before teasing the inner

cheeks. "Suck it."



His whimpered protest was blatantly ignored as he felt an impatient

tug in his hair. Feeling ashamed, he closed his eyes, unaware of the

drops of liquid spilling down his cheeks as he reluctantly began to

suck the revolting bitterness of his fluids mingled with the salty

taste of human flesh from the intruding thumb.



"HE IS BUT A CHILD! LEAVE HIM BE!" Haldir shouted angrily, pulling on

his restraints.



"You are in no position to give me orders," the man said, and began

moving his thumb purposefully in and out of Legolas' mouth.



"I fail to see how such a hideous man could have been put in charge

of this facility… No one must like you, so they keep you here

underground, watching over the prisoners, kept for the satisfaction

of others… You're lower than the men here! At least they are of some

use! Your only use is to keep them, and if our actions are anything

to go by, you cannot be very good at that!" Haldir taunted, his eyes

firmly fixed on their captor.



"I would hold my tongue, Elf, if I were in your position," the man

replied darkly, glaring across at Haldir. Thrusting his thumb one

last time into the Prince's resistant mouth, he finally retracted the

digit and moved from his position over him. Legolas looked as though

he would be ill, his eyes half lidded and glassy, his lips contorted

in a half-grimace. Gliding his hand across the young Elf's exposed

chest as if in admiration of his work, the Haradrim reached out with

his opposite hand to retrieve the whip he had abandoned moments ago.

Running the length of the chord down his collarbone and abdomen

before walking away, he grabbed Legolas' chin, staring down at

him. "Do not think I am finished with you." His head rose, and he

stared pointedly at Haldir.



Haldir met the man's stare intently, daring the other to turn his

attentions away from Legolas.



"Heh, it seems to me, the best way to torture you, is actually to

torture him!" the Harad said scornfully, and before Haldir could

blink, the man turned and brought the whip painfully down on Legolas'

stomach.



His body convulsed as the unexpected blow came whistling down to

crack across his exposed flesh, and he could not suppress the sharp

gasp that escaped him as the air was stricken from his lungs. He

barely had a moment to recover before receiving another stinging

lash, his arms and legs jerking in their binds.



"How much can he take, I wonder." He mused aloud, before raising his

arm to deliver a third strike across the restrained Elf's chest,

forcing a grunt from his throat as the leather tip stung his taut

nipples.



"Keep going… you are only hurting someone already so afraid of you

that they did not wish to leave you in the first place," Haldir

shrugged nonchalantly.



"Not so scared as to not try," the man sauntered over to Haldir, the

whip hanging over his shoulder. "Perhaps it would be best if you two

were separated from now on… GUARD!" the man called out. Men from

outside the door swiftly entered and bowed. "Take this one," the man

indicated to Legolas, but his eyes never wavered from Haldir's, "to

my chamber and chain him to the bed."



Haldir's face contorted in rage and he started pulling viciously on

his restraints. "Don't do this! He is no more than a twelve year old

in your years!" Haldir screamed, hoping such a young age would deter

the overweight man.



"Then he is old enough," the Harad said, salivating at the mouth.



Legolas' eyes followed the guards to where they stopped on each side

of him, his pulse quickening as his mind began to process what was

happening. The bonds around his wrists and ankles were released, but

not before a large hand gripped around each of his biceps, and as one

last form of humiliation, an iron collar was locked around his neck

as he was dragged off of the table and forced to his feet. He would

have collapsed had the guards not been holding him, the sudden

pressure to his wounded leg causing it to flare anew as he released a

groan though clenched teeth.



He glanced helplessly at his comrade as he was dragged to the door,

intuitive fear reflected in his blue eyes. "Haldir…"



"No! Legolas, fight them! Run! Get out of here! I shall find you in

the outside!" Haldir yanked at his chains with all his might. With

one almighty pull, the roof above him gave way and his left arm fell

free. Seizing the opportunity, he lashed out, hurtling the chain at

the guards taking Legolas away. He whacked one on the shoulder blade

as he was rounding the door. The guard groaned in pain and his hold

on Legolas loosened.



Wasting no time, Haldir struck out again and managed to get the end

of the chain to wrap around the man's neck.



Haldir cried out in shock as pain exploded on his back. The leader

had snuck round his back and was now whipping the Galadhrim with all

his might. But Haldir did not falter, and pulled back on the chain

with a sudden yank, bringing the guard to his knees.



The man's eyes bulged as the oxygen was choked from his lungs, his

hands instinctively going to his throat to try and free himself,

giving Legolas the chance to break loose. He stumbled forward

intending to do what Haldir had told him to, but then he froze as he

heard the Marchwarden gasp as a particularly hard blow struck his

head, stinging his sensitive ear. Another desperate strike swiftly

followed, this time drawing a thin line of blood across his lower

back.



Despite his own pain, Legolas could not suppress the instinct to

protect his friend. His body began to tremble, his face taking on an

odd expression, and as if something primal snapped deep within him,

he took a shaky leap forward and came charging at the Haradrim

leader, knocking him away from Haldir and falling atop him when their

bodies collided against the floor.



For several moments they wrestled trying to overpower the other, the

Elf managing to twist the tail of the whip in his fist before

throwing it across the room. But Legolas was injured and weak from

blood loss, and it would be his downfall when a well aimed kick was

delivered to his wounded leg that he lost his momentum enough to get

pinned underneath the man on his stomach, his collar held firmly to

the floor.



Haldir saw Legolas charging at the large man, and shouted at him to

run away, but the prince seemed not to hear. The Marchwarden kept a

firm hold on the guard now rolling on the ground, choking. But

Legolas' other escort came back into the room and easily unchained

the man. Haldir threw the chain a few times, trying to keep the men

back, but the sound of scuffling could be heard from behind him.

Legolas cried out and all went quiet.



Haldir quickly weighed up his options and threw caution to the wind.

He hurled the chain one last time in front of him, still warding off

the guards, and used the momentum to swing it round him and at the

large man on top of Legolas, albeit wrenching his own joints as the

restraints kept him in place. But a cry from the large man made

Haldir smile ominously and from the blood tainted on the chain as it

bounced back into sight pleased the Galadhrim even more.



However, the two men standing by the door had used their opportunity

advantageously and were now standing in front of Haldir, swords

pointing at his throat.



Legolas dared not budge from his half sitting position on the floor,

fearing any sudden movement would result in his or Haldir's imminent

death. They were staring at the deadly blades just inches from their

faces. He sensed the men several feet behind him before they actually

grabbed him, hoisting him up under his shoulders onto his feet,

ignoring the distress this caused his mangled limb.



The Haradrim sputtered and coughed and he regained his breathing, the

chain being pulled free of the Elf's grasp and unravelled from his

neck with shaky limbs.



"That," the lead Harad husked "was your last mistake, Elf." His glare

then turned on Legolas. "Take him to my chambers, be sure to have him

tied down securely to the bed. And leash him before you take him out

of here."



The clinking rattle of chain behind Legolas made his ears twitch, and

he flinched when he felt the brush of the human's arm against his

bare back as the leash was latched on to his collar. He was tugged

forward and together the three soldiers surrounding him escorted him

out the door. The two Elves could do nought but share a last

meaningful look with one another before the door was slammed between

them.



TBC





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