Take My Hand

Title: Take My Hand part 7
Author: Noelwing
Pairing: Legolas/Haldir
Genre: AU
Rating: R
Warnings: This chapter contains rape and some violence
Disclaimer: Everything in the realm of middle-earth belong to Tolkien and are only being borrowed for this fic-any other characters are property of the author. /Words/ denotes thoughts. Well, here we are folks, part seven. I would like to thank all the people who have taken the time to read this fic, I am glad you all enjoy it. So have fun with this next part. As always, if you have any questions or comments, feel free to send them my way.
Noelwing@aol.com

Part 7: Encroaching darkness

“Nanook, are you even listening to me?” Brodda’s agitation was visible as he slammed the stack of scrolls down onto his brother’s desk. He had been trying for nearly an hour to get Nanook to pay attention long enough so he could explain the new shipping schedule. But as always, Nanook either ignored him or argued as to why he had to pay attention to such matters.

Brodda honestly didn’t know why he even bothered explaining new shipment strategies. It would be far easier to just dump the scrolls on his brother’s desk and have him sign them and be done with it. But then Nanook would probably have him explain them anyway and then not pay attention. Brodda hated how Nanook always seemed to find a way to get under his skin.

A guard suddenly burst into Nanook’s chambers. “My lord Nanook, you better get to the main chamber quick!”

“What’s this about? Nanook growled as he rose from behind the desk. His agitation was fueled by the guard’s delay in answering. The man was completely out of breath from rushing to get to his master. “Well, what is it?”

“Forgive me my lord.” The man inhaled deeply. “A prisoner is completely out of control. Already he has fought several guards and now holds one hostage.”

“What?” Brodda exclaimed. He tried to question the guard further but Nanook stayed him.

“Where is the prisoner now?” Nanook asked girding his sword to his side.

“He was in the main chamber last I saw but-“The guard was cut off by the swipe of his master’s hand across his face. Brodda cringed at Nanook’s show of brutality towards his subordinate. The guard gasped and cupped his throbbing face to dull the pain.

“You damn fool, can’t anyone do anything right in this hell.” Nanook finished securing his sword to his waist and stormed out of his chamber.

“Nanook, where are you going?” Brodda shouted.

“To show these incompetents how to put those working whelps back in line.” Nanook eyed the guard poisonously.

Brodda could already feel his knees begin to shake. In this state Nanook’s actions were unpredictable and no one, not even his own troops were safe from his wrath. But there was something that troubled Brodda even more. The guard said the slave had not only overpowered several of the other guards but held one hostage as well. Brodda could only think of one slave who was capable of accomplishing such a feat. As he ran down the tunnels chasing after his brother, Brodda prayed dearly that it wasn’t whom he was thinking of.

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Legolas grasped the whip tightly against the neck of his hostage as a warning to any that stood in his way. But he grew more nervous as his hostage led him deeper and deeper into the mine. Adrenaline pulsed through every cell in his body, his palms were sweating and his heart pounded in his chest. He was very scared but forced himself to stay calm. He knew what he was doing was shear insanity but he didn’t care; he had had enough of imprisonment. /Haldir, I’m almost there, I’ll find you and we’ll make for the river, the river will get us out/.

Suddenly, the clanking of armored bodies filled the tunnel. Legolas’ hostage stopped dead in his tracks when three, armed, guards appeared in front of them. All three of them held their spears at the ready, waiting to strike at any moment. Legolas instinctively tightened the whip around the neck of his hostage. It was now a battle of wits. Either the guards stood down and let the elf pass or the elf surrendered. Legolas didn’t know about the guards, but he wasn’t in the mood for giving-up.

“Fools, what are you waiting for?” A voice bellowed from up above. Legolas recognized that voice. His eyes shot up to meet the face of his nemesis; it was Nanook. Legolas could feel his blood boil at seeing the man who had taken Haldir away from him and allowed men to beat him for their amusement. “You again,” Nanook said recognizing that same defiant stare. Despite the anger in their master’s voice, the guards held their ground.

Brodda came to a stop at the side of his brother. It took all of his courage to creep up to the edge and look over. Once he did he saw with his eyes what he already knew in his heart. The one who was brave enough to attack the guards and fight his way here was none other than his, suspected, elf prince. “Oh no. What have you done?” Brodda whispered solemnly to himself.

Hearing the voice of their lord, the guards surrounding Legolas and his hostage tightened their grips on their spears. Legolas’ sharp elven eyes saw the tension rise in the bodies of the guards blocking his path. He responded in turn by giving the whip another yank. The action exacted yelp from his captive and the guards stood down. But it was only a temporary victory, soon more guards, looking more ferocious then the ones currently before him, came forward. Beads of sweat dribbled down Legolas’ forehead; these were the same men that Nanook had with him the day he and Haldir were separated.

“Ah, Kouga, glad you are here.”

“Aye my lord, what would you have of me?” Answered one of the men. He was tall and like Nanook, very well built. But unlike Nanook, a beard accented this man’s face and his dark eyes were as coarse as his voice. Legolas gritted his teeth as the three men inched nearer to him.

Nanook grunted. “Kouga, I wonder, would you be as so kind as to shows these fools how to put an uppity slave back in line?” Brodda’s forehead was drenched in cold sweats. Never had he heard Nanook speak with such malice.

In the blink of an eye, Kouga snatched a spear from on of the guards standing by and charged forward. His hostage screamed and struggled in his arms as Kouga came closer; Legolas couldn’t believe what was happening; in order to recapture him, Kouga was willing to kill one of his own people. “Forgive me.” He whispered into the man’s ear before savagely flinging him out of harm’s way. Legolas leapt away, agility was his only defense since he had no time to unravel the whip from the neck of his now liberated hostage.

Brodda watched as all three of Nanook’s men leapt upon the elf. It was a desperate battle, but in his mind, Brodda wanted the elf to win. What a selfless creature he was, he didn’t have to release his hostage, but he did. He would rather fight than to see someone die needlessly. But in doing so, the elf had sealed his fate.

The adrenaline surging through his body had given much needed aid but it wasn’t enough. Legolas’ body was too fatigued from the toil and stress of his captivity and he only managed to land a few lucky punches. In the end, all three men thrust at him and shoved him up against the wall of the cave. Two held his arms while the Kouga grasped him around the neck.

Legolas met Kouga’s dark eyes. He glared at the man who smiled smugly back at him. “I’m disappointed elf,” Kouga said as he swiped his hand across the elf’s face. Legolas’ head snapped to the side and he could just barely here the man’s voice through the ringing in his ears. “You went down so easily. That friend of yours is a far better fighter.” Legolas spat in the man’s face. Kouga, obviously disgusted, wiped the spit from his face and promptly slapped Legolas once again. Brodda dashed down to where the men tried to restrain the still struggling elf. He was so focused on reaching the elf before any more damage was done that he didn’t notice that Nanook was right behind him.

“Hold him.” Brodda commanded. The two men complied and tightened their grips on the arms of the elf. Ignoring the grunts from the stubborn elf, Brodda pulled forth a phial containing his strongest sedative and cloth from a pouch hanging on his belt. Just as Brodda popped the cork the phial was knocked right out of his hand. Brodda instantly coddled his hand, the sting form the blow becoming quite painful. He raised his eyes, seething into Nanook’s face. “Damn you Nanook, what are you doing?” Brodda growled.

He wasn’t squinting too much to miss the look of amusement on his brother’s face. “No Brodda, I think the question is what are you doing?”

“What are you talking about?” Brodda said as he leaned down and collected the now empty drug phial from the ground. “I am only doing my duty. A prisoner has gotten out of control and I was merely trying to subdue him.” Brodda, livid with anger, flung the empty phial at Nanook who easily dodged it. “That concoction would’ve put him under immediately.”

Without warning, Nanook swiped the back of his fist across the elf’s face with lightning speed. The sound of his fist connecting with the elf’s jaw was quickly followed by a pathetic yelp as the elf sagged in the grips of the men that held him. “There, he’s subdued.” Nanook flexed his fist. “When are you going to learn? Brodda, when it comes to keeping control of those in your thrall there is no substitute for bruit force!”

As he saw the blood trickle from the elf’s mouth, Brodda could feel his stomach churn. Keeping order had nothing to do with any thing; Nanook was only venting his frustrations on a helpless victim. Nevertheless, Brodda had to act fast and get the elf away from the men. He had to get the elf to his secret lab where he would be safe long enough for Brodda to learn what he wanted to know.

“Alright Nanook, you’ve made your point. Now if you will hand the whelp over I will see to it that he receives proper punishment.” Brodda lapsed back into his uncaring manner of speaking. It was one of the few ways he could annoy Nanook by not showing his emotions. For a moment, it looked as though it had worked once again; that Nanook had had his fun but then he looked to see the elf looking back at him. Nanook could see through the dirtied and battered face to the elf’s eyes; those defiant and fiery eyes.

“No, not this time little brother. This time I will see to the task of punishment.” His hand shot out and cupped the elf’s chin. “Yes, I will take care of it personally.”

Brodda didn’t like the sound of that and he could feel the not in his stomach tighten. “Nanook, what do you intend to do to him?” Brodda didn’t even realize that his voice quivered with unease.

Nanook smirked and met the eyes of his brother. Brodda’s actions were rather intriguing. “What do you care what happens to this thrall. I wonder is there something I should know about this slave in particular?”

Brodda could feel the fight flow right out of him. He wanted to get the elf away form Nanook’s clutches but to give Nanook any wind of the idea that the prisoner was unique beyond the fact of merely being an elf would guarantee losing him to Nanook for good.

The ringing in Legolas’ ears had calmed enough for Legolas to be able to take in the events unfolding around him. He could feel the guards gripping him tightly and his arms went numb. Wincing, he raised his head to see two men arguing before him. For a moment, Legolas wasn’t sure who Nanook was arguing with but then it occurred to him-it was the same man who had been there the night Haldir was having his fit. It was the man that had let him go to Haldir. Legolas wasn’t quite sure, but for a second, it appeared as though the other man, Brodda, was trying to protect him. But, the thought quickly faded, and Brodda conceded to Nanook and when Legolas saw the brutal man turn back to him he began to wish that he had never touched that guard.

Brodda stood motionless, his face a mask of order and disconnection as Nanook returned his attentions to the captive elf. With one swift motion Nanook buried his hand in the elf’s hair and yanked him from the grips of the other guards. The elf shrieked in pain, a gesture that obviously thrilled Nanook as he began to drag the elf away nodding for Koga and the other two guards to follow. In an instant, the four men and captive elf vanished from Brodda’s sight leaving the Easterling prince with nothing but an incredible feeling of disgust festering in his body. For the first time, the other guards felt fear in Brodda’s presence did there best to stay out of his way as he swooped past them going only he knew where.

The busy tunnels of the mine soon became dark and desolate as Brodda got closer and closer to his lab; he needed sanctuary. Upon entering he found Sari and Rune reading rolls of parchment that contained Brodda’s notes on how to make potions and other useful concoctions. It was a sight that normally pleased Brodda but on this day, Brodda barely even noticed. Sari and Rune remained silent as their lord sat down at his desk silent as a ghost.
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Legolas had no choice but to let himself be dragged through tunnel after tunnel by Nanook. The man’s grip on his hair never wavered and Legolas could just barely make out the change of scenery through his tightly winced eyes. Finally, he felt the atmosphere around him change; it became warmer and brighter. Legolas cracked an eyelid to the light of many burning candles before he was unceremoniously flung to the ground.

Upon impact, he was met with another surprise; instead of cold earth his hands connected with warm fur-he had landed upon a carpet of many animal pelts. Legolas rolled over onto his back and shielded his face with his arms in anticipation of an attack. But not a single blow was landed. Instead, the four men, including Nanook stood forming a circle around him. Legolas cautiously sat up on the floor and was able to take in his surroundings. The cave he was in was richly furnished with animal skins and with a humbly carved wood desk and chair. He knew instantly that this dwelling most likely served as Nanook’s chambers.

Nanook eyed Legolas with a glint that sent chills up his spine. With cold grace, Nanook kneeled in front of Legolas-“There is nothing to interfere; now I can have all the fun I want.” Nanook deftly brushed his hand along the side of the elf’s face and reveled at the sheen of disgust that glazed the elf’s eyes.

Legolas shoved away from the foul touch only to be harnessed by the hands of the man behind him. Just as quickly, the other men advanced upon him and Legolas found himself being forced to lie down. Panic taking hold, he began to struggle, kicking his legs and flailing his arms. His struggling only worked against him; his head was still spinning from all that had happened out in the tunnel and from the blows he had already endured. His body was worn out and failing him.

Nanook stood back and removed his sword and all other pieces of armament that he had on him. He felt grim satisfaction as he watched the feisty elf begin to wane under the restraint of his men. The elf was under control but Nanook couldn’t help but to admire the elf’s will. Even under restraint and clearly exhausted he still tried to fight. It was admirable but tiresome as well; it was time to put a stop the elf’s insolence

Legolas heaved deeply as he squirmed in the grips of his captors. His struggles had turned into pathetic twitches and grunts and his face contorted from the pain of the men’s grasp on him. One man each held one of his arms while the third practically sat on his ankles. “What do you want with me?” Legolas grunted. The silence had been too much; he hated how the men didn’t laugh or goad him at all. Suddenly the weight from his legs was lifted but the relief was only temporary. Another weight flung itself onto his body. Legolas looked up with sheer dread to see Nanook hovering over him.

If he could, Legolas would’ve kicked Nanook but the man had cleverly positioned himself between his legs. Legolas could feel cold sweats forming on his brow and Nanook took notice. The man gently brushed several strands of the elf’s hair out of his face and ran his hand over the tangled, dirty hair. Legolas flinched when that same hand caressed the side of his face and then made its way down to his neck. It took every last thread of composure Legolas had left to continue to hold still as that hand dipped into the collar of his tunic and stopped at the fasten. In an instant, that hand was joined by the other and together, they grasped the collar and tore the tunic right open.

Legolas gasped in shock as the front of his silver tunic was ripped right open exposing his chest. Legolas tried to turn his face away but Nanook cupped his chin in a harsh grasp and turned it back. Legolas’ eyes opened wide with shock; Nanook was kissing him. Legolas’ senses were flooded with the man’s foul essence and his insides churned. Only when the man broke the connection did Legolas blink and that’s then he felt tears fall down the side of his face. The sound of laces being undone was as vile as the hissing of a deadly serpent. Legolas refused to look; he knew that Nanook was untying his breeches. /No…he isn’t/

“Your friend is not here, there’s no one to save you from me now.” The grips on his shoulders became like daggers piercing his flesh. Like his tunic, Nanook made short work of his leggings leaving Legolas completely exposed and vulnerable. His heart pounded in his chest and he tossed his head form side to side like mad; the action earned him yet another slap in the face and Nanook flung himself upon the prone body of his victim.

/I can’t escape, Haldir…HALDIR/ Legolas’ mind cried as Nanook began to force himself on his helpless body. The pain was overwhelming and tears streamed fourth from his eyes. /Haldir…Haldir/

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“Haldir.” The elf turned his head to see Turin, a young man who was also kept in the fight grotto approach him from the group of waiting men. “Haldir, is something the matter?” Said Turin as he kneeled down beside the elf.

Haldir heaved a deep sigh. “I’m not sure, I feel like something is very wrong only I don’t know what.” Haldir unconsciously squeezed the scrap of silver fabric in his hand.

“That’s important to you isn’t it? I see you holding it all the time.”

“Yes, I suppose it is. It was given to me by a pr… by a friend of mine. He tore this cloth form his own garment to bandage my wound, now, I do not wish to discard it.” The events from when he received the scrap of garment from Legolas all the way up till their capture flashed before his eyes. His memories of Legolas were all he had to hang onto since he had been forced to participate in the fights. When things got really difficult, he would squeeze the fabric and be calmed. Haldir felt himself becoming affected more and more by his thoughts of Legolas; they gave him hope.

“Haldir, we better get ready, here come the guards,” Turin said popping his knuckles. The sound of bones popping was very unpleasant to Haldir’s elven hearing but he wasn’t about to deny Turin the one thing that calmed him before a fight. It seemed as though every man in the group had his own ritual before a fight. Some stretched out their limbs while other clasped their fists together and stood as though in silent prayer.

Whatever each man did to give them strength and courage they finished as the guards came and ushered them out to the usual commotion of the fight ring. Like usual, the Easterling men flaunted their muscles and whooped at the tops of their lungs. And like usual, Haldir was the number one pick to start the day.

But from the moment the fight started, Haldir was troubled. There was something about the way the Easterlings behaved that unnerved him. The feeling got worse as the day progressed. When Haldir defeated his opponents they would simply smirk at him as if they knew something he did not. He also noticed the Easterlings whispering among themselves and then looking directly at him between fights as well.

It seemed as though this day in particular was longer than any other day. But at long last, Haldir and the others were allowed to return to their cells. Haldir still maintained his dislike of small places but his cell was like a place a sanctuary to him. There, he was allowed some respite and he looked forward to his rest.

As soon as the guard locked him in, Haldir sank to the ground and inhaled deeply; it was then that he noticed something strange. There was a new smell in the air. Haldir had become accustomed to the scent of sweat, blood and anxiety that usually floated through the chamber but this smell was something else entirely. The smell led Haldir’s gaze to the cell on the right and that’s when, in the dim torch light, Haldir made out the vague shape of a body crumpled on the floor of the cell.

Haldir gasped out loud as he took in the condition of the new arrival in the cellblock. In the dim light, he could just make out that the person was severely beaten and was clad only in a dirty, torn tunic. It was only upon closer inspection that Haldir’s eyes picked up the most disturbing detail. Blood stained the inner legs and hem at the back of the tunic; Haldir could only imagine the torment in which such injuries were obtained. But then, the body shifted slightly and a moan laced with agony slipped from the person’s lips. Several locks of hair, blonde hair, fell over the person’s shoulders and Haldir, with great horror, realized who he was looking at. “By the Valar… Legolas.”

A voice like one hears in a dream floated in the fog in Legolas’ mind. His head felt like a heavy weight upon his shoulders. His eyes opened, it was so dark but Legolas could still tell that he wasn’t back in his usual cell. /Where am I/ He thought as he shifted his body, an action the sent arrows of pain shooting throughout his body. /My whole body hurts…hurts…but why/ Legolas cringed as he tried to find a more bearable way to sit. /Oh, of course, Nanook…Nanook and the others…/ Legolas wrapped his arms around him as memories of what Nanook and his men did to him filled his mind. He rocked himself back and forth. The sound of a gasp coming from behind him snapped Legolas out of his reverie and he turned around to see who had made the sound. His heart nearly stopped beating when his eyes met Haldir’s.

Haldir stared at him, his mouth gaping and eyes wide with shock. Legolas felt like Haldir’s eyes bore right into his soul and could see everything. The pain, the disgust and the shame clutched at his soul. Legolas felt nothing but disgust for himself and he wanted nothing more than to disappear. “Don’t look at me…” He whispered; tears spilling out of his eyes.

“Oh, Legolas…“

“DON’T LOOK…” Legolas’ cry filled every nook and cranny of the darkness around them.

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The scream that cut through the forest brought the elven riding party to a halt. Celeborn turned his head in the direction of the cry only to see his beloved Galadriel falling form her horse. Celeborn, along with Rumil and Orophin, leapt from their horses and dashed to the lady’s side.

“My Lady,” Celeborn lifted her in his arms, “What is wrong?” Galadriel didn’t answer him. She clutched the sides of her head with her hands and leaned up against Celeborn. Her breathing was heavy and tears streaked down her face.

“I…I had a vision…Legolas and Haldir…” Galadriel went feint and rested in her husband’s arms.

Celeborn understood right away what was wrong and it greatly unnerved him. Galadriel had been using her psychic powers to search out Legolas and Haldir but thus far had not been able to get fix on the emotions of either elf. But suddenly, that emotional link had been flooded and that had caused Galadriel’s state. Celeborn knew that whatever had happened to Legolas or Haldir must’ve been tremendous to flood her psychic link the way it did. The elves silently waited for whatever was ailing Galadriel to pass.

The lady sighed heavily and looked over her husband’s shoulder. Celeborn looked as well but his hearing picked up the sound of approaching horses before he saw elves dressed in the garb of Mirkwood come into their midst. The Mirkwood riding party came to a halt and the leader dismounted and met Celeborn’s eyes; it was Thranduil.

“Valar be praised, Thranduil!” Celeborn exclaimed.

The wood elf king knelt beside his friend. “Celeborn, we heard a scream in the forest, pray tell me what has happened to Galadriel.” The king sat and listened while Celeborn gave him a recap of all that had transpired leading to Galadriel’s attack. Thranduil was just as shocked to understand the cause as Celeborn and he wanted to press on in search of his son but they knew they had to tend to Galadriel.

Galadriel herself had regained enough of her senses to know the big fuss that Celeborn was making over her but now was hardly this time. “Celeborn, calm yourself I am alright.” She gritted her teeth and pushed herself up off the ground. Her horse stood by her and she braced herself up against it.

Celeborn was relieved to see his wife resorting to her more stubborn side to give her strength but he still had his doubts. “But Galadriel are you certain you should keep going?”

“Yes, we must. I feel as though I am being drawn somewhere, somewhere far from the Mirkwood entirely.” She lazily lifted her hand and her delicate finger pointed in the direction that she felt called to. She was pointing southeast.

“But my Lady that is the direction of the Brown Lands. There is nothing out there but barren terrain old caverns and ravines; it’s completely desolate.” Celeborn interjected.

“We must go there; I could feel Haldir’s spirit calling for me. We must hurry for where Haldir is, Legolas will surely be too.”

“But my lady, how can you be sure?” Thranduil questioned.

“Because Haldir never leaves those who are in his care,” Celeborn stated as he scooped Galadriel up from the ground. He signaled to the others that it was time to get going. Thranduil had no choice but to trust in the lady and he prayed that he would soon find his missing son.

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Nanook sat contentedly in front of his hearth. His wounds sustained in the fight he had with the elf in the ring had healed by now and he looked forward to returning for a rematch. He sipped wine from his cup, how sweet it was to his lips. But he knew that nothing would be sweeter than exacting his revenge in full on the elf that had caused him these injuries. The first half had already been carried out; he would have the rest tomorrow.

“You look quite happy. Tell me brother, what sick thoughts are you having now?”

Nanook swallowed the last drop of wine and looked up to see Brodda standing in the entrance way of his chambers. But something was different about him. Gone was the reserved way Brodda carried himself and his face was pinched to the likes of which Nanook had never seen before. “And you look very angry but whatever, what do you want now?”

“The scrolls I left here this morning; did you sign them or not?” Brodda made no effort to mask the irritation in his voice. This was the last person and place in the world Brodda wanted to see right now. His eyes scanned the room for any sign of the elf but he was gone.

“This is good wine, very sweet on the tongue.” Nanook tipped the cup to his brother. But today I have had something even sweeter and my lips twitch in knowing that tomorrow I shall taste revenge once more.”

“What in hellfire are you talking about?” Brodda said as he inspected the scrolls he had hastily left on his brother’s desk.

“That elf in the fight ring, he may have had many victories but I know we haven’t seen anything yet. He only fights defensively; I want to see what he can really do.”

“What do you mean?”

“After what he sees what my men and I have done to his friend, I severely doubt he will hold back anymore. Tomorrow I shall see him fight like the beast I know he is capable of being.” Nanook spoke with a dark sense of relish.

“Nanook, what are you saying? The other elf; what have you done with him?” Brodda spoke with obvious alarm.

“Relax, I haven’t killed him. My men and I just had our way with him. There’s not much left of him I’m afraid; just enough to unleash whatever anger to make his friend fight for real.”

Brodda was shaking with anger. “I wonder, what do you intend to do once you have had your fill of violence and your men have beaten the elf to their heart’s content? What about the little one; will you have your men finish him off in the ring too?”

“The big one will be beaten to death eventually as for the little one-well, if he survives I guess he can go back to work with the other slaves. After what I have done to him I doubt if he will act defiantly ever again.” Nanook hadn’t been too lost in his scheming to notice that Brodda was positively livid. “What’s the matter with you?”

Without warning, Brodda charged his brother and grabbed him buy the collar of his tunic. Nanook was lifted and then slammed right back into his chair; an action that knocked the breath out of him. He looked to see his brother’s burning eyes.

“You listen to me and you listen well-you may not give a damn about operating this mine and you may be happy living here but I’m not! Everyday I feel myself rot just a little more and if you paid more attention you would see it in the troops as well. I want nothing more than to leave this hell on earth and return home to the East. But I can’t do that until we have taken all we can from this place and that can’t be while you keep using the stronger workers for your damn fight ring!” Brodda released his vice like grip on his brother. Nanook was breathless.

“Now you’ve had your fun and it’s time for me to clean up your mess. Where’s the little elf, what did you do with him?” Brodda actually regained some of his usual composure. “There is hope for him at least.”

“Fine, you may have him. He’s in the same cell block with all the other fighters. I had my men put him in the cell next to the other elf.” Nanook’s voice was flat and devoid of emotion.

Brodda huffed in acknowledgement and gathered up the scrolls (which were signed surprisingly enough) and left the chamber without a word. Nanook remained in his chair and had to take several steadying breaths to soothe his shaking hands.

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Haldir’s head pressed against the cold bars, his gaze locked on the crumpled figure sitting only ten feet away- so close but so far. Legolas sat with his legs folded underneath him and his head half buried in his hands the other half was covered by a curtain of hair. What a sad sight, that once radiant hair was now a tangled mess with only the sad remnants of braids still visible. Worse still, in the dim light of burning torches Haldir’s eyes were beginning to see just how bad the extent of Legolas’ injuries. Vicious bruises colored his thighs and his hands (or what Haldir could see of them) were covered with nicks and cuts and Haldir was sure that he could see bruises color the portions of his wrists that the tunic sleeve exposed. The men who had been left behind that day told Haldir what he already suspected, this was Nanook’s doing. They told him that Nanook’s men had come and left the elf shortly after he left for the fight ring that day.

Haldir had tried to call Legolas over to him, tried pleading and begging but Legolas refused to move. After a while, Haldir gave up and collapsed to the floor of his cell but he never averted his gaze. He kept watching Legolas, took in every twitch and small motion right up until they ceased. Raspy but rhythmic breaths replaced erratic sobs and the rigid frame, though still crouched on the ground, held very still-Legolas had fallen into sleep. /He must be so tired/ Haldir drifted in the calm of Legolas’ rhythmic breathing and he prayed that nothing would disturb him; and for a while, nothing did.

But fate is fickle and the sound of heavy footsteps made themselves known. Haldir snapped to full awareness; sure enough, the footsteps were entering the cellblock. They belonged to two men that Haldir recognized from his time in the ring. /Maybe they’re just passing through/ Haldir though desperately. A muffled groan alerted him that Legolas had awoken. “Legolas, it’s alright just go back to sleep.” Legolas made no sign of acknowledgement; he only trembled and coward into a ball.

The men came closer and closer to them. /Just keep walking, keep walking please/ Nervous sweat coated Haldir’s brow and his hands twitched anxiously. The men were only a few feet away. Haldir held his breath and shut his eyes; praying that the men would just keep walking. Everything went silent when the footsteps halted in front of Legolas’ cell.

“Well Kouga, it looks like you have spoken the truth-for once. He is a beauty.” The other man with Kouga said. He stared at Legolas lasciviously. Haldir knew who Kouga was and by the looks of things; Legolas knew as well. Legolas pulled his torn shirt around him even tighter and crouched low in an attempt to cover his exposed legs.

“That he is my friend. I have tasted him once already,” His words were coated with lust, “But I find that I would very much enjoy a second taste of him. And of course, I am willing to share.”

“Why thank you,” Said the nameless man. The sound of a key unlocking Legolas’ cell sounded like the song of death. When the door was inched open, Legolas retreated until he back was against the wall.

“What are you doing, get out of there, and leave him alone!” Haldir cried. A move that backfired instantly, for now the men knew that the first part of their plan had succeeded, hurting Legolas had in turn hurt Haldir and now they could enjoy the agonized cries of both elves.

Legolas’ panicked breathing became more audible as the men stepped closer to him. When Kouga grasped Legolas’ right wrist the elf shrieked. The sound erupted all over the cell block and the other prisoners covered their ears and turned away; the cry of the poor elf being too much for them.

Haldir continued to scream at the men; telling them to leave Legolas alone but they paid him no heed. All of their focus was upon the elf that struggled in their grasp. Legolas had been pulled into the center of the cell, his tunic fell open leaving his body exposed to the gaze of his attackers. Fresh tears formed lines in the dirt on his face and his cries had been reduced to shallow, panicked breath.

Haldir did not give up and kept yelling. Kouga, thoroughly tired of the other elf’s screaming; turned and with the moves of a fox, grasped Haldir by the hair and jerked him forward causing the side of his face to collide with the cold, iron bars. Just as quickly, a knife was pressed to his throat.

“I am quite tired of you elf, I just wish I could’ve done this that day you defeated me with a single blow but Nanook refused.” He pressed the blade harder. Legolas, aware of the scene before him, ceased his struggles. “Pay attention, one more sound out of you and I will slice you to shreds and as for you,” He turned to Legolas, “you had better behave and give us what we want or else!” He didn’t have to say anymore, the bead of blood forming where the tip of the knife was held to Haldir’s throat was proof enough of the man’s intentions. Haldir and Legolas locked eyes for one moment. Legolas’ blue eyes were glossed over with tears and shame.

/No, you don’t have to…/ Haldir wanted Legolas to forget about him and fight and keep fighting, to forget about him and escape. But Legolas shut his shame filled eyes and lay submissively on the ground.

Haldir lost in the despair of the moment, surrendered and sank to the ground as well. The mocking laughter of the men reveling in their victory was poison to Haldir’s ears. The laughter was followed by the sound of a body being lifted and promptly dropped on the ground. Haldir cringed at hearing a faint grunt escape Legolas’ lips.

Kouga kneeled by Legolas’ head and pressed the knife to the elf’s neck while the other man spread the elf’s arms on the ground. Haldir looked up to see Legolas’ trembling right hand lying only a breath away form his own grasp. Without even thinking, Haldir extended his own hand through the bars and took Legolas’. He squeezed the shaking hand in his own. /I’m here, do not worry, I’m right here/ as if responding to his thoughts, Legolas’ delicate fingers wrapped around Haldir’s hand. The two of them tightened their grips in unspoken support and awaited the oncoming pain.

“I hate to disturb you two but I have an important message from Lord Nanook.” The voice belonged to a young solider standing just on the other side of the bars of the cell. All activity ceased.

“Rune, what the hell do you want?” Kouga growled. The other man (Still restraining the elf) looked equally disgruntled.

“It is as I said-Nanook wishes to see the two of you in his chambers-right now!”

/Please heed him and go away/ Haldir begged in his mind. /Go and leave us be/ He squeezed Legolas’ hand tighter. Putting all of his faith in the young soldier’s request, Haldir looked up to see what was going on; both Kouga and the other man released Legolas and left his cell. Once free, Legolas launched himself from the ground and still holding Haldir’s hand, leaned up against the bars trying to push as close to Haldir as much as possible. Haldir released Legolas’ hand, reached through the bars and embraced Legolas as much as he possibly could. Legolas, feeling the feel of arms that meant him no harm, snuggled into the comfort they gave him.

Rune kept his distance behind Kouga and his cohort all the while his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his dagger-waiting for the right moment. The two men ahead of him were fuming; whatever their master had to share with them had better be important or else they would be upset over their fun being spoiled. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them-it was Sari.

That was the signal; Rune whipped out his dagger and plunged it into the back of the nearest man to him. Kouga whirled around at the gurgling sound coming form his friend; it was all the distraction Sari needed and Kouga suffered the same fate as the other. Sari and Rune continued to stab the two men until they were sure they were dead. They made short work of their bodies just as they had their lives. They took the bodies to the nearest chasm and cast them down. It was likely that they would never be discovered; it would be days before they were even missed. The first part of their task was completed; now for the next part.

“Legolas look at me.” Haldir meant to be gentle but Legolas was squirming so much that Haldir had to use force keep a grip on Legolas’ face “Legolas, how did this happen… why did this happen to you?” Haldir pleaded cupping the sides of Legolas’ face. Legolas was shaking like a leaf and his skin was like ice. Haldir cursed the iron bars that separated the two of them. Had they not been there, he would pull Legolas to him and hold him until the warmth from his own body brought Legolas out of his cold revelry. But he only had his hands and his voice to reach the distraught prince. “Please…please Legolas…speak to me.”

Legolas, although still shaking profusely, finally obliged and looked at Haldir. For a brief second, Haldir felt a drop of hope fall into him that Legolas would be alright. “Haldir…”

“Yes, I’m here,” Haldir said feeling greatly relieved that Legolas was still able to speak. “Please, talk to me if you can-how did you come to this?”

“I…it all happened so fast; I tried to stop the guards from beating Namel, the next thing I knew I was holding one of them hostage. I…I tried to make him bring me here…I wanted to rescue you…” Legolas doubled over in a bout of crying the likes of which Haldir had never seen before. He knew instantly that Namel must’ve been caught with the extra food Haldir had asked her to give to Legolas that morning. Haldir honestly couldn’t blame Legolas for trying to save the poor girl but taking a guard hostage?

“Why did you do such a foolish thing,” He cupped Legolas’ chin and made him look up once more, “why didn’t you just try to escape…why…?” His own emotions conquered him and tears fell from his eyes. The answer floated in Legolas’ longing, pain stricken eyes. Softly, he pulled Legolas to him and he pressed his forehead to Legolas’. “Why didn’t you just head for the river and get out of here?”

“I couldn’t, I won’t leave without you.” Legolas whimpered although absorbing what he could from the soft contact.

Haldir choked back a sob. “You royal brat.” The remark extracted the tiniest giggle from Legolas. To Haldir, it sounded as blessed as the rustle of leaves in the summer wind. Haldir continued to hold Legolas’ face; their foreheads pressed together.

But their peace was a fleeting thing; once more, the sound of heavy footsteps made themselves known. Haldir looked up to see that the two men that had led Kouga and the other away had returned. His mind raced with thoughts of why they had returned but what really disturbed Haldir was the scent of fresh blood; the two young troops were covered with it. /Did those men murder the others/ Haldir wondered.

But there turned out to be no time for pondering because they entered Legolas’ cell. Just like the others, these men dashed over to Legolas and took a hold of him. It happened so fast that Haldir only had time enough to grab the prince’s hand. But Legolas didn’t have the strength to hold on and was wrenched from Haldir’s grip.

Sari was surprised at how easily he was able to restrain the elf but he still couldn’t risk escape. He reached into his utility belt and pulled forth a damp cloth. Rune took the cloth from Sari and placed it over the mouth and nose of the elf. Rune hoped the drugged cloth would take affect soon, the yelling from the other elf and the jeering of them from the other cells was beginning to annoy him; by the gods he hated this area of the caves.

Legolas’ could here his heart pounding in his ears and the wretched smell from the cloth made his eyes water and his body go numb. /No, not this, not again/ Through his blurring vision he could see that he was still facing Haldir’s direction; Haldir was calling for him but he couldn’t here his voice. With the last of his awareness, Legolas numbly reached for him.

Haldir had never felt so helpless in his life, Legolas was so close to him and there was nothing he could do to help; all he could do was watch as Legolas was finally subdued by the paralyzing drug; his outreached hand falling to his side. “Legolas!” He cried as the two men lowered him to the ground. “By the gods, please don’t hurt him anymore!” Haldir could only imagine what these men had in store for the helpless prince.

To Haldir’s utter amazement; one of the men turned to him. “I don’t expect this to be of any comfort,” the man said, “But it is not our intention to harm your friend.” With that, the two men wrapped Legolas form head to toe in a dark blanket. When they finished, one of the men lifted Legolas’ now concealed body over his shoulder and carried him out of the cell while the other followed close behind.

Haldir watched the men vanish with Legolas. Once again he was alone. All that was left now was a great emptiness that began to consume him form the heart and spread to the rest of his being. He had failed Legolas, he had been unable to protect him from these cruel people and now once again; Legolas was taken from him and the Valar only knew if he would ever see Legolas ever again. Haldir collapsed to floor of his cell and the tears streamed from his eyes uncontrollably. The other men could only watch as their fighting companion was devoured from the inside by his own emptiness.

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Brodda pressed his hand to the elf’s forehead. When Sari and Rune had returned with him, he was glad they had succeeded but he had no idea the elf was such a terrible state. The elf was not entirely under the influence of the drug and clung to his consciousness; his head moved form side to side and his body twitched and trembled on the makeshift bed Brodda had prepared for him. Sari and Rune told Brodda of all that had transpired; how they had stopped Kouga and another form ravishing the elf, leading them away and then murdering them. Brodda was a little surprised to here that they had killed Kouga but he wasn’t upset at all. Kouga was equally despised by the three of them. But Brodda saved his deepest curse for his brother for he knew none of them had probably made the elf suffer more than Nanook.

“My lord now that we have the elf perhaps you will tell us why all the urgency.” Rune prodded.

“Yes, I know elves are different form humans but what makes this one worth all this trouble?” Sari said, reflecting on the weeks of helping Brodda mix potions and collect herbs.

“I understand your concerns and I thank you that you have trusted me thus far. I had you bring this elf to me because I believe him to be an elven prince.” Both Sari and Rune gasped out loud when they heard their leader’s theory. Brodda went on to explain how he heard a commotion while on patrol many weeks ago; it turned out to be the two elves. One was in a severe shock while the other begged to be allowed to help his friend. Brodda concluded with how he listened to the two elves and how the sick elf referred to the other as prince. “I have been wondering as to whether or not such a thing was true. Now that I have everything ready, I intend to find out for sure.”

Both Sari and Rune took a moment to absorb what their leader had just told them. If Brodda was right than the possibilities of having an elf prince under their control were endless. But they had their wits about them; first they needed to be sure. They just as eager as their leader to learn the truth but yet, they were somewhat hesitant. The elf was severely traumatized by all he had been through. He whimpered incoherently and a fine sheen of sweat covered his face-it was a sad sight.

“Brodda, to you intend to do this now?” Rune said sympathetically, “Sari and I can hold guard until a later time when the elf is healthier.” Sari nodded his head in agreement. They knew how powerful Brodda’s alchemy could be and deep down, they truly had no wish to harm the elf.

“We’re never going to get a better opportunity than this. Nanook has given him to me for now but I fear for what may happen later.” Brodda went to his work table and retrieved a phial filled with blue liquid. “This potion is my finest work; if he really is a prince this will make him tell us.”

Sari and Rune moved to restrain the elf but Brodda stopped them. He put the phial down and gave each of them a glass filled with some kind of concoction. “This potion is not meant to be swallowed it must be dispersed in the air. You must swallow this and the fumes will not harm you.” Sari and Rune obeyed and drank the substance given; Brodda drank his own dosage and then continued. He stood at the head of the elf’s bed and placed down an iron pan that he had been warming over the fire. He then emptied the phial on the heated surface; the sizzling liquid dispersed a thick cloud of smoke into the air and Brodda began chanting an incantation. All was in place; they need only wait for the potion to take effect.

A horrid stench filled Legolas’ nostrils and he coughed violently in protest. These fumes weren’t like the drug that had been forced upon him earlier; this one had a different feeling entirely. He felt as though his head was emptying and a terrible paralysis overtook him.

“What is your name?” A voice said, breaking through the haze in Legolas’ mind.

“My name is Legolas.” /What…why did I answer, what have they done to me/ More questions came; what were is likes and dislikes; silly really but the scary thing was that the answers slipped form him with ease. What was this man doing to him?

“Where was your destination when you were captured and what is your relationship to the elf captured with you?”

“My destination was Mirkwood. Haldir is my escort, he was returning me home.” /Why am I just answering him/

Brodda’s heartbeat sped up with every question, his potion was a success-so far but the moment of truth had finally come. “What is your connection to this place called Mirkwood?” All three Easterlings held their breath as they awaited an answer.

“I am a prince of Mirkwood.” His voice sounded placid but in his heart, he was beginning to panic. /Legolas, wake-up, wake-up; you have to stop answering him/ Tears formed in his eyes.

All three men exhaled; Brodda, especially, was relived and excited at once. An elf prince was surely in his custody. Now he needed to know just how valuable this prince was. Just as easily as with the previous questions, the elf divulged all that Brodda needed to know and what he wanted to hear. Mirkwood was indeed a rich kingdom and had great influence with the other elven realms but most important of all; Mirkwood was indeed and ally to Gondor. Brodda indeed had a great prize in his possession.

“My lord, it is true what you suspected.” Rune exclaimed.

“Yes indeed, if we can deliver this elf to my father the king, the Easterlings will finally have an advantage over Gondor. I severely doubt The Gondorians will risk war without their elven allies and the elves certainly won’t do anything whilst we hold one of their prince’s captive. But there is much to plan first. I need to figure out how to get him out of here.” Brodda rubbed his hand over his face; smuggling the elf out would definitely be a challenge. “And then there is Nanook to consider.”

“Brodda, don’t worry, you will think of something. Until then Rune and I will keep guard over you won’t we Rune.” Rune nodded his head in agreement with his comrade. “You think of a plan and then leave the rest to us.”

Brodda looked upon the two soldiers who stood before him. They had been assigned to him as mere body guards but over the years, they had become admirable soldiers and his most trusted allies. “Both of you, no man ever had better comrades than the two of you; I would have you with me when I return; I would see you recognized for the strong spirits that you are.” Both Sari and Rune placed on hand one of Brodda’s shoulders and three friends shared a moment of hope.

/No, this can’t be. I can’t let myself be used this way/ Legolas twitched helplessly on the bed; his limbs were unresponsive. /What is this, I can’t move…Valar help me/

A sudden yelp from the elf brought Brodda back to the reality at hand. The elf was no good to him dead; he would have to see the elf’s care. Sari and Rune swore their silence and left the cavern to return to their usual duties. Brodda turned his attentions back to the elf. Legolas was panting and shifting uncomfortably. The potion had run its course and elf’s mind should be free but the potion was designed to keep him incapacitated for some time-he was helpless.

Brodda opened up the dark blanket to further examine the elf’s body but stopped when he heard the elf whimper. Only a small portion of the elf’s chest was bear to him but even so, Brodda could see the damage. The elf’s body was covered with bruises from Nanook’s beating and his hands and feet were ravaged from weeks of work in the mines. It was a shame that a body so beautiful should have to endure such pains but Brodda suddenly felt an even deeper shame. A body could recover but what of the spirit? Both he and Nanook had done things to harm the elf’s spirit and mind, could the elf ever recover?

So in the end, Brodda was no better in his intentions than Nanook was. He wondered if he wasn’t worse than his brother, planning to use the elf as a political bargaining chip as he was. Brodda deftly placed a hand on the elf’s forehead and lightly caressed the skin and hair. “I’m sorry for the pain I have caused you. There is little if anything I can do to atone but I promise you this, I will not let anymore harm come to you.” He continued to pat Legolas’ head until his breathing calmed.

Legolas was confused. First he had been raped in body and now in mind but still, he was very confused. Brodda’s touch, despite what he had done to him, was unlike Nanook’s. In this touch he sensed no real malice and actual care. Perhaps it was only an illusion though. After all he had been through Legolas was more than willing to accept that fake kindness was probably better than real cruelty.

Legolas let himself relax as the man, Brodda he heard the other men call him, Began to clean his wounds with warm water and a soft cloth. His body was in the care of Brodda but his thoughts were still with Haldir; how he wished it was Haldir caring for him instead. /Haldir, can you hear me, I wish you were with me/

Alone in his cell in another part of the mine, Haldir lay curled in a ball upon the cold earth. /Legolas, I hear you/ Haldir squeezed the piece of silver fabric in his hands. /I wish I was with you too/

TBC in part 8