No Way Out
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
11,851
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ch III
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Haldir watched as the Haradrim men surveyed the cell from between the door bars, their eyes coming to rest on him. He had a good idea what was to happen, but he would prove to these men that Elves were hardy folk, and would not be broken so easily. Legolas was still ill after all, and he had sworn to protect him. He had no wish to leave the Prince defenceless and vulnerable in his present state. He only hoped they would not be taking the younger Elf as well, especially in his present condition.
He was not sure why they would want the Prince, especially since he was supposed to be dead, but from the snippets of conversation he was able to grasp, he determined that Legolas had apparently pleased the crowd greatly when being dominated or with his spirit even when opposed by a superior fighter by another.
The men opened the door and entered, five standing guard by the door with spears at the ready to fight off anyone looking for an escape. The four inside the prison advanced on him, but Haldir quickly stood, ready to ward them off. One of the men pushed him down, but the Marchwarden was quick to return the shove, adding a quick kick to one of the men behind. All their attention now on the Marchwarden, wanting to give the insufferable Elf pain as he had done to them, they were quickly allowed to overpower him, though Haldir continued struggling.
During the scuffle Legolas woke and sought to aid his friend. Haldir quickly shook his head and he was led outside.
Legolas was safe… for now. Haldir wished only that he would return before anything happened to his lovely Prince.
He was led down several dark passages; his escort consisted of eight guards and rather flimsy rope tied around his wrists. But Haldir did not attempt escape, even though he could easily have done so. As they walked, he tried to find any form of natural light shining in through any possible escape routes, but was unable to see any sunlight down here. Eventually he was taken to a cage built into the side of the ring, his bonds were cut and the men quickly scampered out, locking the door behind them, the crowd could be seen through the barred gate at the other end of the cage.
Sighing in frustration Haldir started to prepare for his next fight. Stretched a few muscles, ran on the spot on the tips of his toes, quickened his breath. He recognised this place. It was the holding cell he found himself in just before he fought Legolas. Looking across the battleground he could vaguely see his opponent’s form outlined on the opposite side of the ring in a similar cage made on the edge of the circle.
Haldir sent a prayer to the Valar, asking for strength in his task, and hoping he would not have to face another Elf. Coming up against Legolas was shattering enough for the Marchwarden; another would certainly break his heart.
He could hear the Master of Ceremonies rouse the crowd until they were cheering and crying out for the battle to begin. Haldir started punching the air, encouraging his body into combat mode.
Suddenly a horn blew and the gates were lifted simultaneously from above. Haldir ran out onto the arena and watched as his competitor did the same. It was obvious this man had been in this place for some time. His eyes had long ago grown dull and mad, all he knew was fighting… and death. He ran out with a snarl on his face, showing Haldir he meant to kill him.
Haldir dodged the fist that came flying at him once he was in range and hit the man’s back with his elbow as he passed, knocking him onto the ground. The man turned his head back to growl at Haldir when on all fours then stood to face his opponent once more. The man came forward with a fist aimed at Haldir’s face which the Elf deflected easily and hit the Edan in the stomach, forcing him to double over as he was winded. Taking the advantage quickly, not wanting to entertain these men longer than necessary, Haldir kneed the man in the face, forcing him onto the ground once more.
Straddling the pitiful figure Haldir sought to knock this man out, just as he did Legolas. But he couldn’t do it. Looking into the man’s eyes he saw something akin to gratitude and acceptance flick across the dead orbs before they sank back into their unseeing state. Swallowing around the food forcing its way up, Haldir took hold of the man’s head on either side and twisted it sharply, a resounding snap echoing through the stadium. The fight was over.
Several low moans were uttered around the ring as many men released their seed.
Haldir could hold it in no longer and threw up next to the body he still sat astride.
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Legolas sat silently in the corner of the dark cell as he impatiently awaited Haldir’s return. Being trapped in this prison was irking enough, but without the Lorien Marchwarden by his side, whom had become his only friend in this dreary place, he now felt particularly vulnerable. True, the men would normally have a difficult time trying to harm him, now that he knew they were a possible threat, for Elves were swift creatures that could easily outsmart a mere mortal. But he was still injured and weak, and with so many of them and only one of him there was little chance he could overpower the other combatants.
His eyes were guarded and alert as he carefully observed his surroundings, making certain the men kept their distance. He only hoped that Haldir would return shortly and unharmed. Surely he would not be hurt, for the silver-haired Elf had battled him and barely received a scratch.
Haldir. A complex Elf all on his own. He was a powerful warrior, completely fearless to Legolas’ youthful eyes. With a supreme boldness about him, and a touch of arrogance, the Eldar seemed near close to invincible. Yet the Prince could somehow sense a softer side of him, had witnessed it with his very own eyes. He had shown a great deal of compassion when he chose to look after the younger Elf as a teacher would a pupil, he could have just as easily left Legolas to fend for himself. They had not known each other before coming here, and hence the Marchwarden had no obligation to protect the Woodland Elf, yet he did and already they had become friends.
He had to come back. He had made a promise to the younger Elf that together they would escape.
He sent a silent prayer to Iluvatar, beseeching him to return his comrade alive and uninjured, for he feared that without the companionship of another Elf, he would go mad in this place before even having the chance to fade.
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(A/N): Sorry for the short chapter, guys. Mawgy had to go on a little trip, and so we had to cut this chapter short. Hope you all enjoyed it nonetheless. We are overwealmed by the number of reviews we got for the last chapter. Much obliged. *hugs to everyone*
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REVIEWS:
erobey: Hi, erobey, and thank you for your review. Glad you're liking it so far. In the early brainstorming of this fic it was suggested that we make Legolas young enough to need protection, but old and mature enough to defend himself and realize the full implications of what was going on, so we decided to make this a few short years close to his majority. This way we figured it would make the two Elves grow closer. Looks like it worked :) And you're very welcome.
Kasmi Kassim: Hehe.. thank you very much, we're happy to know you're enjoying it, and that we've done a fair job in keeping Legolas and Haldir in character. Don't worry, eventually they'll be paired up... or will they? ;)
Erita: Thank you :) Hope we haven't left you hanging too long ;)
tinabedina: Glad you liked it, and again sorry for the shortness of this chapter. Regarding the 'boy' thing, any young male, be it mammal or otherwise can be referred to as a boy. I've referred to my cat as a boy, as I'm sure many people have referred to their own animals. (besides, if Gimli can get away with referring to Legolas as a lad, I think calling him 'boy' is acceptable too ;) )
Sir Julien: Thank you for reviewing! And we're happy to know you're enjoying this so much. Elf angst.. you gotta love it.
MorierBlackleaf: Hehe, 'Elvenly possible' seems to be a real crowd pleaser :) I loved it myself. And nope, I meant weather. Trees can actually tell you that (if the leaves are turned over to the lighter side it means it will rain). Happy to know you're enjoying it so far!
jilly: Hehe, but it keeps you on your toes, doesn't it? lol! Thank you, jilly. Mawgy came up with that, isn't she a clever little thing? ;) *hugs to you from both of us* Glad you're lovin' it!
Haldir watched as the Haradrim men surveyed the cell from between the door bars, their eyes coming to rest on him. He had a good idea what was to happen, but he would prove to these men that Elves were hardy folk, and would not be broken so easily. Legolas was still ill after all, and he had sworn to protect him. He had no wish to leave the Prince defenceless and vulnerable in his present state. He only hoped they would not be taking the younger Elf as well, especially in his present condition.
He was not sure why they would want the Prince, especially since he was supposed to be dead, but from the snippets of conversation he was able to grasp, he determined that Legolas had apparently pleased the crowd greatly when being dominated or with his spirit even when opposed by a superior fighter by another.
The men opened the door and entered, five standing guard by the door with spears at the ready to fight off anyone looking for an escape. The four inside the prison advanced on him, but Haldir quickly stood, ready to ward them off. One of the men pushed him down, but the Marchwarden was quick to return the shove, adding a quick kick to one of the men behind. All their attention now on the Marchwarden, wanting to give the insufferable Elf pain as he had done to them, they were quickly allowed to overpower him, though Haldir continued struggling.
During the scuffle Legolas woke and sought to aid his friend. Haldir quickly shook his head and he was led outside.
Legolas was safe… for now. Haldir wished only that he would return before anything happened to his lovely Prince.
He was led down several dark passages; his escort consisted of eight guards and rather flimsy rope tied around his wrists. But Haldir did not attempt escape, even though he could easily have done so. As they walked, he tried to find any form of natural light shining in through any possible escape routes, but was unable to see any sunlight down here. Eventually he was taken to a cage built into the side of the ring, his bonds were cut and the men quickly scampered out, locking the door behind them, the crowd could be seen through the barred gate at the other end of the cage.
Sighing in frustration Haldir started to prepare for his next fight. Stretched a few muscles, ran on the spot on the tips of his toes, quickened his breath. He recognised this place. It was the holding cell he found himself in just before he fought Legolas. Looking across the battleground he could vaguely see his opponent’s form outlined on the opposite side of the ring in a similar cage made on the edge of the circle.
Haldir sent a prayer to the Valar, asking for strength in his task, and hoping he would not have to face another Elf. Coming up against Legolas was shattering enough for the Marchwarden; another would certainly break his heart.
He could hear the Master of Ceremonies rouse the crowd until they were cheering and crying out for the battle to begin. Haldir started punching the air, encouraging his body into combat mode.
Suddenly a horn blew and the gates were lifted simultaneously from above. Haldir ran out onto the arena and watched as his competitor did the same. It was obvious this man had been in this place for some time. His eyes had long ago grown dull and mad, all he knew was fighting… and death. He ran out with a snarl on his face, showing Haldir he meant to kill him.
Haldir dodged the fist that came flying at him once he was in range and hit the man’s back with his elbow as he passed, knocking him onto the ground. The man turned his head back to growl at Haldir when on all fours then stood to face his opponent once more. The man came forward with a fist aimed at Haldir’s face which the Elf deflected easily and hit the Edan in the stomach, forcing him to double over as he was winded. Taking the advantage quickly, not wanting to entertain these men longer than necessary, Haldir kneed the man in the face, forcing him onto the ground once more.
Straddling the pitiful figure Haldir sought to knock this man out, just as he did Legolas. But he couldn’t do it. Looking into the man’s eyes he saw something akin to gratitude and acceptance flick across the dead orbs before they sank back into their unseeing state. Swallowing around the food forcing its way up, Haldir took hold of the man’s head on either side and twisted it sharply, a resounding snap echoing through the stadium. The fight was over.
Several low moans were uttered around the ring as many men released their seed.
Haldir could hold it in no longer and threw up next to the body he still sat astride.
oOoOoOo
Legolas sat silently in the corner of the dark cell as he impatiently awaited Haldir’s return. Being trapped in this prison was irking enough, but without the Lorien Marchwarden by his side, whom had become his only friend in this dreary place, he now felt particularly vulnerable. True, the men would normally have a difficult time trying to harm him, now that he knew they were a possible threat, for Elves were swift creatures that could easily outsmart a mere mortal. But he was still injured and weak, and with so many of them and only one of him there was little chance he could overpower the other combatants.
His eyes were guarded and alert as he carefully observed his surroundings, making certain the men kept their distance. He only hoped that Haldir would return shortly and unharmed. Surely he would not be hurt, for the silver-haired Elf had battled him and barely received a scratch.
Haldir. A complex Elf all on his own. He was a powerful warrior, completely fearless to Legolas’ youthful eyes. With a supreme boldness about him, and a touch of arrogance, the Eldar seemed near close to invincible. Yet the Prince could somehow sense a softer side of him, had witnessed it with his very own eyes. He had shown a great deal of compassion when he chose to look after the younger Elf as a teacher would a pupil, he could have just as easily left Legolas to fend for himself. They had not known each other before coming here, and hence the Marchwarden had no obligation to protect the Woodland Elf, yet he did and already they had become friends.
He had to come back. He had made a promise to the younger Elf that together they would escape.
He sent a silent prayer to Iluvatar, beseeching him to return his comrade alive and uninjured, for he feared that without the companionship of another Elf, he would go mad in this place before even having the chance to fade.
oOoOoOo
(A/N): Sorry for the short chapter, guys. Mawgy had to go on a little trip, and so we had to cut this chapter short. Hope you all enjoyed it nonetheless. We are overwealmed by the number of reviews we got for the last chapter. Much obliged. *hugs to everyone*
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REVIEWS:
erobey: Hi, erobey, and thank you for your review. Glad you're liking it so far. In the early brainstorming of this fic it was suggested that we make Legolas young enough to need protection, but old and mature enough to defend himself and realize the full implications of what was going on, so we decided to make this a few short years close to his majority. This way we figured it would make the two Elves grow closer. Looks like it worked :) And you're very welcome.
Kasmi Kassim: Hehe.. thank you very much, we're happy to know you're enjoying it, and that we've done a fair job in keeping Legolas and Haldir in character. Don't worry, eventually they'll be paired up... or will they? ;)
Erita: Thank you :) Hope we haven't left you hanging too long ;)
tinabedina: Glad you liked it, and again sorry for the shortness of this chapter. Regarding the 'boy' thing, any young male, be it mammal or otherwise can be referred to as a boy. I've referred to my cat as a boy, as I'm sure many people have referred to their own animals. (besides, if Gimli can get away with referring to Legolas as a lad, I think calling him 'boy' is acceptable too ;) )
Sir Julien: Thank you for reviewing! And we're happy to know you're enjoying this so much. Elf angst.. you gotta love it.
MorierBlackleaf: Hehe, 'Elvenly possible' seems to be a real crowd pleaser :) I loved it myself. And nope, I meant weather. Trees can actually tell you that (if the leaves are turned over to the lighter side it means it will rain). Happy to know you're enjoying it so far!
jilly: Hehe, but it keeps you on your toes, doesn't it? lol! Thank you, jilly. Mawgy came up with that, isn't she a clever little thing? ;) *hugs to you from both of us* Glad you're lovin' it!