A Healing Touch

Yup, I updated again, for no apparent reason. Ah well, enjoy.

Isis: YAY!!! The triumphant return. I was beginning to worry, almost thought you abandoned me. Hope you enjoyed your ski trip. And I'm glad you like my 'solution'. I'm really trying to make everybody happy, so I'm glad this compromise is working out. So... what was your favorite ROTK scene?

Dreemseer: lol, yes, everybody loves the pretty elves. But I dunno, for some reason seeing them tortured is fun.

Steph: I'm glad you approve, because honestly I wasn't sure if it would be a good thing jumping from child Leggy to adult Leggy. And yes, me loves angst. I don't know why, but I do. Maybe it's a turn on? Or maybe I just like seeing them vulnerable, I dunno. Why do we love angst? BTW, I sent you an E-mail a while back with my web address on it. Did you get it? If not, tell me and I'll send it again.


giggle: Wow, where to start... um, I'm glad your feeling better. I just got over the flue myself a day before Christmas, so I know it really sucks. *hugs giggle* Anyway, the girls, the lake was pretty secluded by the trees and all, but I dunno. We do stupid things when were young, lol. When I was fifteen I remember going skinny dipping with my friends, and the thought of someone seeing us really wasn't on our minds... of course it was dark out, but meh. I dunno.
Im glad you liked the little Leggy/Glorfie bit. That was actually a difficult chapter to write, I knew where I was goin with it, but how to do it was more the problem, but you guys seemed to like it so I guess I did good.
The Leggy/Elrond/Glorfie scene was the hardest of all. When I first wrote that chapter and posted it on ff.net, some ppl were put off by it, saying they would have prefered the relationship to stay platonic, (though I distinctly said it would be slash in the beginning) thats why I love you guys at aff.net so much. People who are mature enough not to complain or insult. Anyway I'm glad you've been enjoying this.

Silent Archer: LOL. Im glad you like the angst. Just one thing... You can read fan fic early in the morning before you go to school? You're amazing! My eyes don't even go into focus until around lunch, lol.

Mawgy: ...*bangs head on desk* yes, I know, I thought so too. But everybody was just so eager to see Leggy get laid. But I'm glad you like the flashbacks. On my website, I have the story sectioned off into three groups; the younger years, the middle years, and the later years. I occasionally add chapters to the younger years of Leggy's life, so if you want me to tell you when I've updated, tell me, and you can see more elfling Legolas.
Now... K, you're starting to scare me. Are you phsycic,(sp?) or something? *looks around nervously* thats all I'm saying, except... you're good. There now, was that too long a wait? Enjoy the next chapter... and all the pretty elves.

Leannan: Awe, well thank you very much, I'm very flattered. And yes, there will be more flashbacks of Legolas. There's even a cute one coming up in the next few chapters of how Legolas met Gandalf.

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Disclaimer: No I don't own 'em, don't sue me, I'm poor.

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Legolas grunted as he was hurled onto the ground and landed on his stomach. Glaring at the orc who had thrown him, he forced himself up on his hands and knees, ignoring the throbbing ache in his head.

Elrond tried to crawl over to the prince to help him up but before he had the chance to move, he was kicked in the ribs and with a large booted foot roughly pinned against the post he was chained to.

"It’s play time!" one of the orc's sneered as he grabbed Legolas by the neck, forcing him to stand. "We are going to have some fun with you tonight, my little prince."

"No!" Elrond cried. "Please! Do what you will with me but leave him be."

"Oh don’t worry, Peredhil," the orc replied to the elf lord. "we won’t leave you out of our little game."

"Indeed not," the lead orc growled as he stalked up to the two elves. "after all, two elves are better than one. Especially when one happens to be an elf lord and the other, an elven prince. Unless of course you give me what I want." Elrond lowered his eyes, refusing to meet the orc's hungry gaze and did not speak. "Very well, it's your choice." the lead orc then walked over to the nude and still chained Legolas, circling him slowly like a wolf circling its prey. "Very nice. You truly are a catch. Let us see how long it takes until you break."

"I told you once and I shall tell you again; I will never break." The young elf spat.

The orc merely grinned. "We shall see."


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Elrohir thrashed about wildly in his sleep, a sheen of sweat covering his furrowed brow. Elladan, sleeping in the bed across from his brother’s on the other side of the room, awoke with a start as he heard his brother whimpering in his sleep. Quickly, he rose from his bed almost tripping over the tangled sheets hugging his foot and stumbled to his brother’s side. “Elrohir! Awake, brother. You are dreaming!” Elladan shook his brother’s shoulders trying to rouse him. The elder elf opened his mouth again to speak but was interrupted as his twin’s arm caught his face in his unconscious flailing. Elladan rubbed his now sore jaw with his hand as he again tried to wake Elrohir. “Elrohir!” With an audible gasp, the younger twin sat up in bed now fully awake, breathing heavily.

“Brother,” Elladan soothed. “what--”

“Ada and Legolas are in danger! They have been taken captive by orcs!”

The elder twin looked dumbfounded at his counterpart. “I beg your pardon?”

“We must tell Glorfindel immediately and send out a rescue party!” Elrohir pushed himself out of bed and headed for doo door but was stopped by his brother.

“Now calm yourself, brother. How do you know this was not just some dream?”

“I can tell in my heart, brother, that something is wrong. When have I ever been wrong about such things?” Elladan nodded and lead the way out the door, Elrohir hot on his heals.

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Glorfindel, still in his night robes, stared at the twins with a mixture of disbelief, puzzlemennd wnd worry.
The twins were both sitting on the two-seater in the seneschal’s room rather tensely while the seneschal, himself, was standing before them with his arms crossed against his chest. “You are certain of this?”

“Well, Glorfindel, Elrohir has had these dreams before and he’s been right about such matters again and again.”

“Hmm,” Glorfindel muttered. “I see you’ve inherited your father’s gift of foresight.”

“What’s to be done then, Glorfindel?”

The senes was was quiet for several seconds before he replied. “I will assemble a scouting party. I will lead the group and you shall both accompany me, I shall leave Erestor in charge until we return. Elrohir, do you know where your father and Legolas are?”

“I have a vague idea.”

“Good. We shall assemble in the Courtyard. I shall go inform Erestor while the two of you fetch the guards.”

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Elrond grunted as another blow was delivered to his face. The proud elf lord now had a split lip, as well as a bloodied nose and a purple bruise forming beside his left eye. He was also certain one or two ribs were cracked and he definitely knew even without looking there was a deep gash across his right thigh. Though not once through the whole ordeal did he cry out, and for this he was thankful, for he knew that was exactly what the foul beasts holding him captive wanted and he was not about to give them pleasure by showing his vulnerability.

Elrond flinched as he felt the throngs of a whip graze his back but no screams of pain were uttered from his mouth. With tormented eyes, he looked over to where his young lover was being restrained by two orcs, while a third beat him with a three thronged whip. He did not appear to be doing much better than him. The prince had multiple bruises all over his battered body, his back and chest were covered in welts and cuts from the whips and his lip and nose were bleeding.

Elrond had to admit that he was very proud of the elfling. Through all the pain and suffering he was being subjected to, he never once vocalized his pain. Legolas was strong, this he knew, but how much longer could either of them withstand this torture?

Legolas painfully drew his head towards his lover’s and for a moment their eyes met. Elrond then gave the younger elf an almost pleading look as if to say ‘I’m sorry’. Legolas was cut short from his reply when the orc standing above him brandished a long iron rod, tip burning a bright smoking orange. Through his pain-filled panting, a flash of fear crossed Legolas’ face, his eyes momentarily showing panic.

Elrond’s own eyes went wide as realization quickly dawned on him, his heart skipping a beat when he understood what the orcs were planning on doing to the poor boy. Like men identified their cattle, These orcs were going to brand the pr. Un. Unable to stop himself, Elrond forced his quavering body to his knees, ready to defend his defenceless lover, but was quickly reminded of the orcs standing next to him as they both roughly pushed him back to the ground.

"Are you going to give me what my heart desires, Peredhil?" the lead orc sneered. Elrond, face plastered with the uttermost guilt, lowered his gaze. "Very well," the orc turned to his companions. "Do it."

Legolas’ heart seemed to jump as the instrument came down and hovered momentarily over his abdomen. Then with the uttermost cruelty, it was jabbed into Legolas’ hip, burning the sensitive flesh, the smell of charred flesh rising through the air. It was then that Legolas could no more bear the pain and lost all his dignity as he finally let loose a blood curdling cry as he felt the searing hot rod dig into his side and whimpered when it was finally torn away from his now burned and blistered flesh. The orcs cackled loudly as Legolas finally gave into submission.

“Well,” the lead orc bellowed. “it looks as if the young colt has finally been broken!” Legolas slumped over, favouring his right side where he had been burnt, hissing as he cupped the reddened flesh, and felt more shame than he had in years. “Don’t relax yet, little prince. We’re far from finished.”

Legolas groaned as he was roughly hauled back to his feet by the lead orc, in too much pain to protest, but immediately felt panic rise in him yet again through the agony when he felt the foul beast begin to grope at his body, immediately freezing in horror when the orc snaked one hand around to his buttocks and pressed one sharp finger at the tight ring of puckered flesh.

“No, Please don’t!” he heard himself whimper, tears of fright pricking his panicked eyes. “not that--” but Legolas found he could do nothing amongst his weak struggling, his wrists still shackled to the post.

The orc’s cruel grin only seemed to widen as he saw the fear in the prince’s eyes. “Ah...so you remember your first time being taken when you were an elfling, do you? Well let’s see if this experience provokes any past memories.”

“Sweet Elbereth, You fool!” Elrond cried amidst his own panic. “he will die if you force yourself upon him! Please spare him. Take me in his place, I beg you. I will do whatever you ask of me.”

“Now, now, Peredhil, where would the fun in that be? So I ask you once more, then. Give me the ring or risk your bed mate's life.”

Elrond stood quick, and with anger etched over his ageless face, he lunged at the orc holding his young lover captive, ignoring the pain coursing through his own body and apparently forgetting the shackles around his wrists amidst his rage, until they jerked on his arms causing him to stumble backwards.

The orcs guffawed at the ancient elf’s lapse in memory. “It seems,” the lead orc replied. “that you do not yet know your place, Peredhil. Fine then, You will be taught like a dog the meaning of the word; ‘stay’, one way or another.”

With a series of growls, an orc came out of the pack brandishing odenoden club and in swift movement, it pounced on Elrond, holding him by the throat in one hand while bringing the club down on the elf lord’s left leg with the other, causing a choked wail to escape Elrond’s lips as he felt the tool connect with his shin and felt the bone snap under the pressure while red hot pain shot up his leg.

"You see," the orc replied to his comrades. "even a great elf lord can give in to submission if it is done correctly."

The orcs growled loudly as their leader turned back to the panting Elrond whom was curled at his post, clutching his broken and swollen leg, a mixture of pain and anger on his wise face. "No, Peredhil, I think it would be much more fun to watch you suffer while you witness the fate of your companion." The orc then turned back to his young captive. "As for you ..."

The orc roughly threw Legolas to the ground, face forward, causing him to gasp as the dirt under him rubbed into his burnt side. Another gasp soon followed as the heavy orc landed himself on top of the helpless captive, roughly grasping both of his chained wrists in one large hand. The prince’s frantic struggling did not help him, and his fear increased tenfold when his legs were spread and the orc pressed all of his weight on top of him, restricting his movements. Legolas turned terrorized eyes towards Elrond who was struggling against his bonds despite his broken leg, and for a long moment their eyes met once again.
"Elrond!" the elfling whimpered.

"Legolas!" Elrond cried desperately. "Legolas, I am right here. You had better not leave me, penneth!"

The prince did not have a chance to respond as he felt a large pair of hands spread his cheeks apart and something large and quite hard position its self at his anus. In a flood of memories he suddenly recalled that one terrible night. He remembered the death of his beloved mother as she tried to protect him and he remembered his father crying over her motionless body. And then he remembered the large foul beast restraining him as it roughly plunged its large claws inside of him and the searing pain that had coursed through his body.

Legolas weakly began struggling again, desperate to get away from his captor. The orc only seemed to enjoy the elf's desperate attempts and pressed his straining member more firmly against the tistarstarburst opening then in one swift movement roughly stabbed his shaft into Legolas' resisting cavity.

Legolas wailed in agony as he felt his muscles contract and the sensitive flesh tear as the orc's hard flesh plunged into his unwilling puckered flesh. He whimpered as tears began to stream down his face when the orc immediately started riding him harsh and mercilessly, his nails digging painfully into Legolas' struggling arms, as it howled in perverted ecstasy.

Elrond too had tears in his eyes but not for the pain, he, himself, was in but from what the foul creatures that had taken him and his young lover captive were doing to the poor prince. The lore master’s heart skipped a beat when he heard Legolas wail in pain and he wanted nothing more than to go to him and tear him from the beast’s hold and comfort him, but because of the shackles restraining him, all he could do was watch in horror as his little Greenleaf was brutally tortured and theas nas nothing he could do to help him.

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Glorfindel tore through the woods atop Asfaloth's back, Elladan and Elrohir closely behind him, followed by a party of soldiers. He suddenly called to a halt as he caught movement in the bushes. Elladan and Elrohir lead their horsp onp on either side of him. "What is it?" the elder twin whispered, pushing his raven hair out of his eyes.

"I know nRaisRaise your bows."

Glorfindel, Elladan and Elrohir and the guards readied their weapons and awaited their leader's order to fire. Then from out of the bushes trotted two elven horses, heading for the familiar faces. Glorfindel recognized them immediately and sighed. "Cease fire!" The two horses jogged over to the ancient seneschal and nickered in distress. "Skylenar, Snowtide, where are your masters?"

The two horses whinnied in turn and raced off in the oppositrectrection the elven party came from. Glorfindel took this as a sign to follow so he ordered his party to follow.

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Legolas grunted as he was unceremoniously tossed to the ground like a bag of potatoes beside his post and curled up on his side in a foetal position, clutching his burnp wip with one hand and clutching his stomach with the other as he was sure he would vomit at any moment. At that instance his body knew nothing but the agony coursing through it. "I will enjoy our next session, little one." the orc grunted and walked away, joining the rest of his pack at the fire.

Legolas shuddered and involuntarily flinched as gentle hands grasped his shoulders and he looked up fearfully only to meet a pair of gentle grey eyes filled with pain and agony.

"Shh, penneth, it is only I. Do not be frightened." Elrond soothed as he pulled the elfling’s trembling body to his own.

Legolas immediately welcomed the familiar contact and buried his head in Elrond's stomach, wrapping his shaking hands around him, trying desperately not to sob. "I’m so sorry, Legolas. I am so sorry." The elf lord cooed, fighting off his own sobs as he ran soothing hands through the younger elf’s hair. The prince whimpered, clutching the elf lord ever tighter.

“Forgive me,” came the archer’s choked sob. “I tried to stop it, really I did. Ai, Elrond! Please keep me, I’m sorry! Please, I love you, please keep me!” the prince was now very close to hyperventilating in his hysteric state.

Elrond’s own body began to tremble, and tears began spilling down his pale cheeks. The thought that Legolas felt so tainted that he believed his lover wanted to disown him was not surprising to the lore master, but it still broke his heart to believe that the elfling believed this to be his own fault. Carefully as he could, Elrond pulled the trembling form into his lap and let his golden head rest against his shoulder as he gently rocked him, his hands lovingly wrapped around the sobbing form. “Oh, Legolas,” he rasped. “I love you so much. I will keep you, now and for all eternity. Hush now, melethron-nin. I am here.”

For a long while the elf lord held younyoung prince and whispered words of love and adoration into his delicately pointed ear, and together they let their tears fall, despite the fell beasts presence several feet away. Elrond was quick to reassure the younger elf that what happened was in no way his fault, though he knew in his heart it would take far more than simple words to heal Legolas, yet again. He bit his lip in anger through his tears, throwing a glare in the orcs direction. He loathed these creatures more than Sauron, himself. Too many times had these creatures harmed his beloved ones.

He thought back to Celebrain. Oh, how desperately he had tried to heal her, but his efforts had been in vain. For all the love he had for her, it was not enough to keep her with him and their children in Middle-Earth. And how could she? After all that she had endured, very much the same as the elfling he now cradled in his lap. Legolas, oh how he had suffered at the hands of these foul beasts. Not once, but twice. It was a miracle that the young prince had survived the first attack… but could he truly survive another? And if he did, could he stay in Middle-Earth and bear the emotional pain that would surely haunt him the rest of his life?

Elrond suddenly gasped involuntarily in pain when Legolas shifted. The prince’s swollen orbs went wide and he started to apologize but noticed the elf lord’s gaze and he slowly looked down and suddenly noticed his swollen limb. "Your leg, its--"

The elf lord licked his lips nervously and nodded. "Yes, it's broken, I know. I will need to properly align the bone, though I may need your help to do so."

Legolas looked up at the elf lord in a state of alarm. "But I am not a healer. I could only make the problem worse."

"Nay, I think not. I will show you where to press." With gentle hands Elrond guided Legolas' to the swollen area and placed them in the correct position, flinching slightly at the contact.

"But I do not wish to hurt you." Legolas almost whispered.

"It must be done, Legolas. Otherwise it will only get worse. Now go on."

As gently as possible, and with nervousness hinted in his eyes, Legolas pressed his hands against the broken set of bones. Elrond winced and gritted his teeth at the contact, struggling to remain still at the pain and dug his nails into the hard dirt below him. With the audible snap of his leg back in place, he let out a muffled cry and bit down onto his lip. Panting heavily from the throbbing ache, Elrond slumped over, leaning his head against Legolas' neck.

With a considerable amount of guilt, Legolas gently embraced his lover. "Forgive me." Legolas whispered into his ear than kissed him upon his brow.

"There is nothing to forgive, Legolas. It had to be done." Elrond looked up into teary sky blue eyes. "If there is anyone who should be asking for forgiveness, it is I. Glorfindel was right. This mission was too dangerous with so few guards. I am so sorry."

"You could not have known. This is no fault of yours." Legolas again embraced the older elf, holding him tightly. Elrond greatly obliged in kind. The prince winced at the body pressure but ignored it, instead favouring the adoring contact of his lover, relishing in his loving embrace.

"Ai, Legolas.” Elrond murmured. “Don't ever leave me. I know you’ve been hurt but I could not bear to lose you. Saes, do not leave."

"I will not." Legolas whispered. "I promise, for your love, I will not leave.” For a long time they were silent, nuzzled lovingly against each other in the desperate contact they both so dearly needed. They were together, and nothing else mattered. Legolas shuttered when he involuntarily glanced over at the orcs, and a sudden question came to his mind. “Elrond ... what did the orc mean when he said he wanted 'the ring'?"

Elrond sighed, closing his eyes. He knew he really shouldn’t tell, it c ver very well be their undoing. But after all he had suffered, didn’t Legolas have the right to know? "I--" Suddenly something in the bushes caught Elrond's eye. The lore master blinked and had to look twice but then before he could register what was happening, a volley of arrows shot out of the forest and moments later a party of elves, lead by Glorfindel and his sons, burst out in the clearing and charged at the pack of remaining orcs that had not been hit by the arrowse ore orcs in turn, after regaining their composure from the utter surprise of the invasion, picked up their weapons and attacked the elves, fighting fiercely.

Elladan found himself taking on the lead orc. Clashing swords with the foul beast, he caught sight of the skeleton key hanging from the creature’s belt. With a block from the swing that came to his head, Elladan swiftly cut the creature's wrist off before beheading him with one smooth stroke of his sword. Quickly he cut the orc's belt and grabbed the key. He then raced to his father and Legolas' side and unlocked the bonds, taking in the sight of their battered bodies. He was quickly joined by his twin who in a huff of breath dropped on his knees beside his brother and unclasped his cloak, Elladan doing likewise and wrapping them around the naked forms of the two elves. Elrond stared wide-eyed at his sons in disbelief. "How did you--"

"There’s no time to explain, ada." Elrohir panted before he whistled for Elrond and Legolas' horses who came jogging up to them. "Listen carefully; There is a waterfall not far from here with a fare sized crevice behind it that the falling water obscures from vision. Go there and wait for us. Take to the west-north. 'Tis only a few miles from here. Quickly go." With help from the twins, Elrond and Legolas mounted their horses and took off in the told direction. With their father and Legolas safe, Elrohir and Elladan charged back into battle.


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Legolas dismounted when they finally reached the waterfall and painfully and a bit stiffly walked over to Elrond and helped him dismount. The elf lord scanned the area carefully until he was satisfied with the safety of the surroundings. "This must be it. Come."

"What about the horses?"

"They will find some place to take cover." With a motion of his hand, Elrond sent the steeds off in the direction of a glade with thick foliage that obscured them from vision. The lore master then leaned some of his weight on Legolas' shoulder as they limped towards the waterfall. While Legolas searched for any crevices in the rock wall, the elf lord momentarily leaned against a tree and when he found one just behind the falling water he guided Elrond and himself into it.

They both sighed in relief as they leaned against the rock wall. After a few moments of silence, Elrond turned serious eyes to the younger elf. "Perhaps you should allow me to examine you, Legolas."

Legolas looked a little fearfully at the elf lord but gave a hesitant nod and the lore master gently guided him to lay down before he began slowly and gently gliding his hands down over his body. The elfling suddenly flinched when Elrond grazed the burn on his hip and hissed through his teeth.

Elrond raised an eyebrow as he examined the wound and reached his hand out to collect some water in his cupped palm and gently poured it over the wound, earning a gasp from the prince. After that was done Elrond's hands continued their course down Legolas' body and stopped when they reached his legs, and his frown deepened when he noticed the blood on the inner thighs. He sighed as a flash of deja vu came to him.
"Legolas..."

Legolas closed his eyes and sighed nervously, very well aware of what was about to be done. "I know. Please just have it done with."

Elrond nodded before he wet two of his fingers under the flowing water, and spread Legolas' thighs further apart before he inserted his digits into the puckered opening, noting as Legolas grimaced at the pain and involuntarily let out a whimper. Briefly, he let his fingers map the inner walls, and mentally thanked the Valar there were no serious internal wounds, Elrond, gently as possible, retracted his fingers, noticing the blood staining his pale skin from the torn opening.

"You may experience some pain for a while but it is nothing that I cannot treat. I may need some ointment when Glorfindel and the twins come for us."

Legolas nodded but said nothing and took his time as he sat back up. He suddenly shivered as a light breeze circulated in the small cave and he pulled Elrohir’s cloak tightly around him. Seeing this, Elrond sighed and went about Gathering several sticks and stones scattered about him and placed them in the centre floor. The prince looked at him questioningly. "It is too damp for fire in here."

Ignoring Legolas' obvious assumption, Elrond hovered his hand over the small pile of wood and quietly chanted several words. Suddenly, the glimpse of a sapphire could be seen on the elf lord's finger and Elrond then shown the stone of the ring at the centre of the pile and as if by magic a small flame sparked and quickly grew, supplying the chilled cave with heat. Legolas stared wide eyed in disbelief. So, this is what they were protecting? One of the three rings gifted to the elven race in the first age.

Elrond caught Legolas' gaze. "This is Vilya, the ring of air. This is what the orcs were after. How they knew I had it, I do not know. But now that you know about it, you must protect it at all costs and not tell another soul about it. Aside from us only Glorfindel and Erestor know about it."

"I will tell no one." Legolas vowed, still staring at the gold band. "So this is what we risked our lives for. It is no wonder that the orcs lusted so badly for it. They could do so much destruction with this."

Elrond sighed sadly, shaking his head more so to himself. "I am so sorry that you were involved in all this, Legolas. You are very noble, do you know that? To endure such torture until the end like that. Many would have given in long before."

Legolas seemed to have a distant look in his watery eyes for a brief moment before a choked sob escaped his lips. Elrond was quick to pull Legolas to his bosom and held him tightly as the younger elf’s body trembled and he began to cry. "Let it out, Legolas. We are safe now." Legolas clutched Elrond tighter as he wept into the elf lord's chest, letting out the pain and fear he had been holding back. Elrond, for his part, held Legolas and murmured non-sense in elvish to him, soothing his damaged heart and pain-filled body. And for what seemed like an eternity, Legolas cried.

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penneth: young one
melethron-nin: my beloved
ada: dad

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I'm such a bitch, aren't I? Yes, I did it again. But despite what you may believe, Legolas being raped actually does have a point to it. Anyway, despite all the angst, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.

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