Unleashed

Unleashed
by Maeglin Yedi

Pairing: Legolas/Lurtz
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Slash (male-male relationship), interspecies relationship, graphic sex, some angst, slightly AU
Disclaimer: All the characters from Lord of the Rings belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. I just play with them once in a while.
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Summary: After a most unfortunate incident at Amon Hen, Legolas and Lurtz are left behind, injured and with no one else to depend on but each other.

A/N: Let´s just pretend that Ugluk killed Boromir and was decapitated by Aragorn....for the sake of this ficcie ;-)
This is a fic about a consensual relationship between Legolas and Lurtz....well, as consensual as it can get with an Uruk-Hai involved.

Warning: This is a Slash story! That means two men in an intimate relationship. Two men having sex. And in this case it is not just two men, but one Elf and one Uruk-Hai.
Don´t like, don´t read!
Flames will be handed over to Lurtz immediately who will probably do unspeakable things with them...you have been warned! ;-)

A man may learn wisdom even from a foe.
- Aristophanes -


Chapter 1: A tumble down the hill


It had all happened fast. Perhaps even too fast. One moment Legolas was searching the woods for Boromir and Frodo with Gimli by his side and the next moment they were surrounded by Orcs.

Letting his warrior instincts take over, Legolas didn´t hesitate for a moment and shot down as many of these foul creatures as he could while Gimli buried his axe in every Orc that came near him.

While the bodies of their enemies fell to the ground lifeless around them, Legolas and Gimli made their way to the top of a hill on which a lot of Orcs had gathered. From afar Legolas could hear the metallic sound of swords clashing and he worried that Aragorn might be outnumbered by the Orcs that were around them. When they reached the top they could see their friend fighting for his life and Legolas inwardly let out a relieved sigh that they had not come too late and that their friend was still alive.

Legolas´ arrows and Gimli´s axe helped Aragorn´s sword drive their enemies back. Knowing that his friend wanted nothing more than go after the Ringbearer and protect him, Legolas told Aragorn to go while he held the Orcs back long enough for the Ranger to flee the top of the hill.

As time seemed to stand still Legolas battled his own way down the hill and back into the forest. His ears only heard the growls and roars of pure hatred around him and his eyes only concentrated on gazing upon the horrific features of his enemy long enough to shoot them down with his trusted bow. He had lost sight of Gimli some time ago but he did not worry about his Dwarven friend. Although he would not confess it to the Dwarf anytime soon, Legolas thought of Gimli as a skilled warrior who could easily fend for his own life in a situation like this one.

Shooting his arrows at an almost impossible high pace Legolas shot down all the Orcs that came across hay day down the hill. Only when he heard an alarming sound from the distance did Legolas lower his bow for a moment and tried to determine where cry for help had come from.

“The horn of Gondor.” he whispered to himself while he grabbed yet another arrow from his quiver and readied it to be released by his bow. He turned around on his feet with the intention to seek out his friend from Gondor and aid him in his battle against their enemies.

But his Elven feet did not take him very far. Too fast for his senses to register an enormous black figure appeared in front of Legolas and the Elf collided against the muscled body of a growling enemy. Dizzy from the impact, Legolas almost lost his grip on his bow and tightened his hand around the familiar wood. While he tried to step back and shoot the beast that was standing in front of him, Legolas felt a strong hand with sharp claws on his neck. He was easily lifted off the ground while the iron hold on his neck cut off his breath.

Knowing that his bow would not able him to kill the beast, Legolas dropped his trusted weapon and reached for his Elven Knives. Another clawed, calloused hand grabbed his right wrist and squeezed until Legolas was sure every bone in his lower arm would snap. He finally got a grip on one of his knives and pulled the graceful weapon from his quiver. The beast growled so loud that Legolas could feel his whole body rumble against his own form, which was still dangling two feet from the ground. His loss of breath made his limbs tremble and his eyesight clouded but Legolas was determined to drive his Elven blade into his foe´s solid body.

The beast´s broad chest was well protected by iron armor giving Legolas no other choice than to bury his blade into the bare arm that was exposed as the Orc held him off the ground.
Although the knife slid into the black flesh as if it were soft butter, the beast didn´t even as much as flinch. Legolas´ eyes widened as the Orc brought his face forwards so that is was only two inches away from the Elf´s. Sharp teeth bared, bright yellow eyes gazing into his blue ones, the Orc roared violently. The noise penetrated Legolas´ sensitive ears and made him blink involuntarily from the stings of pain it caused his delicate hearing.

The Orc let go of Legolas´ wrist and grabbed the blade that was buried in his other arm. Drawing it out easily, the Orc stared at Legolas intently while he brought the black blood covered blade up to his mouth and darted out his tongue. His mouth turned up into a menacing grin, he licked his own blood of the blade while he produced a satisfied growl. His eyes dared Legolas to make a move, to attack or to defend. But the Elf was suffering greatly from his lack of breath and in one last attempt to get free of the death-grip the beast had on him, Legolas swung both his legck ack and kicked the Orc in his groin as hard as he could.

The beast let out a deafening roar and loosened his grip on Legolas neck. The Elf immediately grabbed hold of the clawed hand and used all his strength to loosen the fingers and pull himself free. As soon as his feet hit the ground Legolas spun around and ran away. Normally he would never run away from a foe but fight it until it would sink to the ground dead. But this enemy, this beast, was too strong for Legola fig fight without weapons. And having lost his bow and one of his blades, Legolas knew that this was a battle he could not win at the moment. He needed distance, time and most importantly, his bow. Which was lying near the beast so Legolas had no chance of retrieving it anytime soon.

Legolas trusted his swift Elven feet to take him far away from the Orc that had attacked him. Unfortunately there still were a lot of other Orcs around and it left Legolas with no other option than to run op the hill again. He used his keen Elven senses and tried to locate Aragorn. If he could find the Ranger he could use his bow and arrows. But he only sensed Orcs. Lots and lots of Orcs.

When he reached the top of the hill he was greeted with silence that was almost deafening to his hearing. Where only moments before a violent battle had been fought, now there wasn´t a living soul in sight. Legolas stared at the lifeless bodies of the Orcs that he, together with Aragorn and Gimli, had killed. He could hear the vague sounds of battle from afar but that was hardly enough to drive away the silence that surrounded him like a warm blanket on a cold winter´s day.

He knew he had to reach his friends. But he also knew that he didn´t stand a chance against the Orcs without his bow and his two Elven Knives. Legolas looked around frantically if he could find some sort of weapon that would meet his needs in battle, but all he could see were large, blunt Orcish swords.

A low rumbling sound and soft footsteps ripped away the safe blanket of silence that had surrounded him and he swiftly turned around on his feet.
An Orc, ´his´ Orc, was standing no more than ten feet away from him, glaring at him with his feral eyes. The Orc held a large sword in his hand, while dark blood dripped down the equally dark flesh from the wound Legolas´ Elven Blade had left on his muscled arm.

“Elf.” the Orc growled softly while his lips twitched up in a predatory grin, showing almost all of his large and very sharp teeth.

The moment Legolas reached for his remaining Elven Knife, the Orc charged. The battle that followed happened fast, almost too fast for Legolas to fend off the sword with his blade, to stay out of reach from the talons that tried to grab any part of his body that they could reach and almost too fast for Legolas to back up without tripping over the dead bodies of previous slaughtered foes.

But Legolas managed to stay on his feet, fend off the sword and keep his body away from the clawed hand. The Orc drove him back, gave him no chance to slip passed his muscled body and flee the top of the hill in search for his friends. Legolas lost sight of his surroundings, only concentrating of battling the Orc, surviving this brutal attack.

In a moment that Legolas could only describe as sheer dumb luck, his Elven Knife slashed across the dark hand that held the sword and the Orc dropped it with a loud, angry roar. Before Legolas could drive his blade in an unprotected part of the beast´s body, the Orc grabbed his wrist and the painful grip of the clawed hand forced Legolas to drop his trusted knife. He knew he didn´t stand a chance against this monster without any weapons, but Legolas was not ready to give up. He punched the Orc on his war paint covered face and kicked against the exposed kneecaps. Unfortunately this seemed to have little effect on the Orc, who merely growled and glared victoriously at his desperate prey.

The battle went on, Legolas fighting for his life while the Orc seemed to enjoy the Elf´s attempts to hurt him. Legolas felt like a mouse, trapped by a cat that wanted to play with its prey before he would finally kill it.

Frustration, anger and fear swept through Legolas´ mind like an autumn´s storm while the Orc kept backing him up, driving him farther and farther away from his friends and from any chance of receiving help. Claws broke Legolas´ pale skin when the ripped through his clothes creating painful cuts, which leaked blood onto sweaty, dirt, covered skin.

Just as Legolas thought the Orc would deliver his final deathblow, the ground disappearedeatheath his feet. Gravity did its work and Legolas felt the pull of the earth far beneath him. The Orc, who´d had one hand on Legolas´ neck and the other on his body, followed suit and before one of them realized what exactly had happened, their bodies were thrown against each other, branches cutting their skin like an assault with uncountable horse whips. The earth became the sky and the sky became the earth while they fell, tumbled and crashed down the steep cliff.

Legolas felt the bones in his right ankle snap like the tiniest of twigs exposed to the fearsome, ruthless winter´s wind. His shoulder crashed into the trunk of a tree and the pain that followed almost made him lose conscience. But the fear of his enemy, the idea that the Orc was dropping to the earth next to him, gave him the strength to keep his eyes open and his mind clear. He could only hope that the fall would kill the Orc and that he would be spared.

When his back finally hit the forest floor and remained still, Legolas frantically tried to keep his eyes from rolling back, to keep his mind from giving into the pull of a healing sleep to block the pain that raged through his entire body. But it was a futile fight.

The last thing Legolas´ mind registered before darkness took him was a heavy, warm thing that landed on his chest, driving almost all the air out of his lungs. The pain ebbed away just like Legolas´ worried thoughts were replaced by sweet dreams of his home, far away from the forest floor where his body lay still.