Fic: Broken Ties

[Padawan_Travina]

Hello all....This is my First post on these boards...and my First LOTR story...

If anyone is pn ff.net then you have seen it there..thought I would try it out here...Please tell me what ya think...Ya know how us authors thrive on feedback...:grin:

Thanks again and hope you enjoy it...

PT

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Broken Ties

By: PT

Summary: What if a close friend of Legolas was taken by the orcs and tortured and killed....and Aragorn was there as well and Legolas felt that Aragorn betrayed him when he escaped with out him? Now Legolas must face his fear when he and Aragorn are captured by the orcs.... and Legolas is the only hope for them to escape...will he save them both or will his hurt cause him to leave Aragorn behind?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything LotR, other then my character Galàril. So please don't sue me for I have no money to give…

Feedback: Please..

Author Notes: Ok please bear with me…this is my first LotR story. If you find anything wrong please let me know, for I want it to be a close as I can to the ways of Middle-earth. This takes place before the War of the Ring.

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[b]Chapter One[/b[


Legolas ran through the woods, barely making a sound. He was tracking a group of Orcs through the woods near Mirkwood. He was searching for the group that had taken his two friends, Galàril and Aragorn.

His friends had gone off on a hunting trip a week ago, while Legolas had to remain behind to tend to duties his father had requested of him. He had thought nothing was amiss until Brego, Aragorn's horse had returned to Mirkwood without its rider.

Legolas immediately set out to find his friends, much to his father dismay. Legolas had quickly found the trail and came upon a scene of utter death. There were orc bodies spread all around. Their blood staining the ground black. Also the bodies of his fellow elves littered the ground, their red blood mixing in with the black of the orcs.

Legolas closed his eyes and softly whispered, "Safe journey my friends."

He quickly turned and looked around for his friends Galàril and Aragorn and found nothing. Noticing the orc tracks leading to the west, Legolas quickly followed them, and came upon another scene he had hoped to avoid. Once again he came upon the bodies of slain orc's. But the one thing that made his heart stop, was the site of the bloody sword of Aragorn lying in the middle of the battle field. Quickly bending down he picked it up and stared at it, trying to regain control of his emotions. That is when he noticed the red blood that stained the earth where both Aragorn and Galàril had fallen. He looked and saw the path of blood leading out of the forest once again heading west. He had now been tracking them for three days, and still had no idea how far they were. He refused to sleep until he knew his friends were safe. Increasing his pace he quickly made his way through the forest in his hunt for his friends.

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Aragorn awoke to find himself in a world of pain. He groaned as his mind began to remember how he became into this position. He and Galàril had gone off on their own to hunt a deer they had seen when out of nowhere a band of orcs attacked. Caught unawares they barley had time to defend themselves.

Galàril and Aragorn stood back and fought what they could before Aragorn was knocked to the floor by a well-placed blow. He quickly stood, but cried out when the blade bit into his arm, causing him to drop his sword. Before he could recover he was slammed to the ground and held there as the orcs quickly bound his hands. He looks and saw that Galàril had also been overwhelmed and bound.

Quickly being lifted to his feet they where lead away, with Aragorn wondering what had happened to the other elves in their group and how he was going to get out of this.

Now Aragorn found him self-alone in a cold cell, chained to the wall, unable to move. He had been beaten many times in an attempt to escape. His captors had thought that by giving these beatings that it would break his spirit, and yet it hadn't. He was worried about Galàril, for he had not yet seen his friend since they were brought here.

He looked up when his cell door was opened and cringed when he saw the orcs had returned. He knew that he was in for another round of pain.

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Aragorn bit back a scream as the whip bore into his already abused back. He tried to pull at the ropes that bound him, but he was bound tight. Suddenly the beating stopped and he slumped forward into his bonds. The leader of the orcs, came to stand before him.

Aragorn lifted his head and looked at him in the eye, and the orc was surprised to see the fire still burning in his eyes. He raised his hand and slapped Aragorn in the face with enough force to cause his head to whip to the side.

“ Filthy human. Still defiant Maybe this new game will cause you change your attitude,” he said as he singled to the guards behind him.

Aragorn looked at the door and gasped in shock when he saw what the guards were carrying. He looked back at the orc with fear and hatred burning in his smoky depths.

“What is going on,” Aragorn asked as Galàril was dropped to the floor before his feet.

“You are going to learn a lesson today. My men are hungry for meat, and I am going to give it to them. Well you are going to give it to them,” the orc stated. He turned and pulled out a dagger and Aragorn gasped once again as he recognized whose dagger it was. It was the dagger that Elrod had given him as a gift. Suddenly Aragorn understood what the orc had in mind. He began to struggle to get out of his bonds, much to the amusement of those present.

The leader singled to the guards once again, and they came and lifted Galàril off the floor and stood him in front of Aragorn. Aragorn could see that he had not faired any better then he had at the hands of their captures.

“Now, you will kill your friend here or you will both suffer a beating like you have never felt and then I will kill you both,” the orc said.

[Pil]

PT, welcome to the fanfiction forum and thank you for posting your story. I have copied it into word and will get a chance to read it over the weekend ok? Looks good from what i can see. :thumbs:

Welcome again! :)

[Padawan_Travina]

Thanks Pil...

ABout to post chapter two..hope you enjoy it..Thanks again...

PT

[Padawan_Travina]

Chapter Two

Legolas hid amongst the trees surrounding the orc camp. He had stayed upwind so that the enemy would not catch his scent. He had come upon the camp late at night, and had spent most of the remaining evening, and day watching the area, trying to get the feel for the best way to break in.

He still had no idea where his friends were, but he knew that once he got inside, it would only be a matter of time before they were found. Added a few words in the previous sentence and reworded parts of it to give it variety in terms of subject and verb He moved further into the trees, as some orcs passed below him. They were talking amongst themselves, and Legolas was not paying any mind to their conversation until he heard a name.

Listening closer to the conversation, he found his heart freeze in fear. Quickly moving away, Legolas made his way closer to the camp. He knew that he could not wait for the cover of darkness and that he had to leave now. As he moved away, he could still hear the orc's conversation.

"He killed the elf. The human killed the elf."


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Aragorn looked at the orc in anger and shock. He knew he could not kill his friend even despite the impending punishment that would lie ahead in his path. He watched as the orc leader took his dagger and cut the ropes that bound his hands. He then turned, and handing the dagger to Aragorn, he waited.

Aragorn stared at the dagger that rested in his hand. He flickered his gaze at the conscious Galàril and saw the resolution in his eyes.

"I cannot do this. I will not do this," Aragorn growled as he turned to look back at the orc leader.

"You will do this or both of you shall die." The orc hissed.

"Then let us die. I will not take his life, even if this means that we both must forfeit our lives. So be it."

Aragorn could see the anger burning in the orc's eyes. He was about to drop the dagger that rested in his hand when he heard a cry from behind him. Suddenly, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

He spun around to look behind him and saw that Galàril had taken vicious blow to the side, a pushing sending him toward Aragorn's direction. At the same time the orc leader came from behind and thrust the dagger in his hand forward.

Aragorn started in shock as he felt the blade slip into his friend's body. He watched as Galàril fell back upon the floor staring at him. He clutched the wound in his stomach and looked at Aragorn in shock and surprise.

Aragorn dropped the bloody dagger and rushed forward to his friend's side. Gathering Galàril into his arms he tried to stop the blood flow.

"By Valer, no. Please no. I am sorry, my friend." Aragorn cried.

He looked down and saw that Galàril was trying to speak to him. Inching closer, he struggled to hear his friend's words as his feet were pulled away by the orcs and into a separate room.

"No! I will not leave him!" He shouted, trying to get out of his captor's hold. He looked one last time at his friend as he was pulled around the corner.

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Legolas quietly slipped past the guards and into the dungeons that held his friends. He made his way slowly through the winding halls, having no idea where to go. He paused as he heard voices coming up the hall. Quickly turning around, Legolas ran back the way he came until arriving at a little opening in which he could hide.

He stilled his breathing and waited. He heard voices, but even with his elf senses he could not make out what they were saying. As they neared his position, he could finally hear the orcs' words.

"The human shall not live the night. The boss will kill him the same way he killed the elf. You saw how he fought when they where taking him out of the room. He fought like a madman. I think he wanted to make sure that he finished off the stinking elf." Said the orc to his companion as they walked by the spot Legolas hid in.

The other orc never had a chance to respond as an arrow was suddenly buried deep in his chest. He fell to the ground dead, and his companion followed shortly after.

Legolas stepped out from his hiding spot. Walking over the dead bodies, he traveled in the direction that they orcs had come from. His fear and anger spurred him on. As he ran he prayed that what he just heard had not come to pass.

[Elven Daughter]

It's good. I haven't read it all yet, but I will finish soon and give you more feedback!

[Bess the Bard]

Good descriptions of action and an interesting plot. Simple, clear prose style. I'm looking forward to reading more.

[Pil]

I really like this PT, thanks for updating. :)

It's written really well...the part:

Aragorn started in shock as he felt the blade slip into his friend's body. He watched as Galàril fell back upon the floor staring at him. He clutched the wound in his stomach and looked at Aragorn in shock and surprise.

Aragorn dropped the bloody dagger and rushed forward to his friend's side. Gathering Galàril into his arms he tried to stop the blood flow.

"By Valer, no. Please no. I am sorry, my friend." Aragorn cried.

He looked down and saw that Galàril was trying to speak to him. Inching closer, he struggled to hear his friend's words as his feet were pulled away by the orcs and into a separate room.

"No! I will not leave him!" He shouted, trying to get out of his captor's hold. He looked one last time at his friend as he was pulled around the corner.

That's so heartfelt and unexpected too....this is great writing and i wait anxiously for the update....i wonder how legolas will react.... :o :thumbs: :read: :p

[Padawan_Travina]

Thank you all so much for your reviews....

I love it...Didnt think I would get much reaction out of it..but now that I have WHOO!!

Here is chapter three...

Enjoy..

PT

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Chapter Three

Legolas quickly made his way deeper into the dungeons looking for his friends. He came upon an open door and looking at the dirt outside, he saw that the guards had dragged someone off. Peering inside the cell, Legolas cried out loud and quickly ran inside.

He fell to the ground next to his fallen friend and turned him over. He gasped in shock at the wound that still bleed. Quickly applying pressure to it, he tried to stop the flow of the blood. But the crimson liquid still just pooled around his fingers.

"Galàril, my friend you must hold on until I can get you out of here," Legolas whispered to his friend.

Galàril opened his eyes and looked at Legolas. Legolas could see the pain shimmering in his blue eyes. He could see that they had begun to glaze over, and Legolas knew that soon his friend would pass to the Halls of Mandos.

" Legolas? Is that you my friend," Galàril said.

" It is I. I am so sorry my friend. I tried to get here sooner, but was delayed," Legolas declared.

" Not your fault. I am sorry my friend, but I shall not see our home lands again. I fear..to late.. for me. I," Galàril said stopping mid-sentence as the pain flared once more through his body.

" You will be fine. I shall get you home. But tell me what has happened here, and where is Aragorn?"

Galàril didn't answer and Legolas feared he had already passed and was about to say something, but was cut of my Galàril's soft whisper.

" Dagger.stab.Aragorn."

Legolas looked at his friend in shock, and then let out an cry as he felt his friend go slack under him and pass away.

"Tenna' ento lye omenta. Namaarie" Legolas softly said as he laid his friend to the floor. Knowing he did not have much time he quickly wrapped his friend's body in his clock and lifted him into his arms and quickly left the cell.

He did not want to believe what he had been told and he would not believe it until he got the facts from Aragorn. But as he was leaving he noticed a dagger lying on the ground. Stopping and reaching down to investigate, he gasped in shock.

It was Aragorn's dagger and it was covered in the blood of his now dead friend. Letting out another cry, he quickly left, vowing to avenge his friend's death, no matter what. He just hoped he had to courage to bring the man who did this to the death he deserved. He hoped that he could kill Aragorn when he had to.

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Aragorn was lead to a new cell and thrown in. He cried out as he landed on his wounds from his beating earlier. He sat up and moved over to the corner and sat there starting at nothing. He could not believe what had just happened. Had he really just killed his friend? He tried to deny it, yet he could see the red blood that still stained his hands.

Finally unable to hold in his pain any longer, he let his head fall into his hands and cried. He could hear the orcs laughing at his loss of control, but he no longer cared. Finally unable to cry he leaned back against the wall, and thought.

So involved in this thinking that he never heard anyone enter his cell until he was roughly lifted from his feet. Letting out a pained cry he look at the person holding him, and found him self starting at the orc leader.

" So you have finally been broken. To bad it took so long to do so. I have grown tired of you. You shall die," he said as he motioned for Aragorn to be taken away.

" I will enjoy eating the meat from your bones tonight human."

Aragorn looked at the orc in horror, but also relief. He knew that now he would have the blessing he had so long for. Death. That was all he looked and waited for. He did not fight, as he was lead out of the cell and to the main courtyard where the killing would take place.

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Legolas made his way out of the cells and into the near by forest. He had thus far managed to avoid the orcs, but he knew not to push his luck. He was about to head back towards his home and then after he talked to his family decide if he should come back to get Aragorn, when he heard a loud uproar was heard coming from the orc camp.

Turning back he looked and what he saw made his blood run cold. He saw Aragorn being lead toward the center of camp and was pushed to his knees. The orcs surrounded him and began to yell and cry out at the excitement of the kill and feast they where about to enjoy.

Legolas stood still not daring to move. He could feel the battle of emotions raging inside him Should he leave Aragorn to his fate, or should he help? If he helped him, then what? Could he bring him to his home to stand trial or would he act his promise out then and there?

He watched with mixed feelings as the orc leader began to speak.

" Today we shall feast on the flesh of this man, who was stupid enough to think we would let him go. The human who refused to kill his elf friend to save both their lives. Now who wants the pleasure of the kill?"

Another loud uproar went about the camp. Legolas stood in shock at what he had just heard. Aragorn refused to kill Galàril? But how could that be when Galàril had said so, and the dagger that killed his friend was the one that belonged to Aragorn? His mind was telling him to leave before he got caught as well, yet his heart was saying to help him and get his side of the story. As he battled with him self, he looked at Aragorn and found that Aragorn was starting right at him.

Legolas looked into Aragorn face and saw the pain and shame clearly written. He also saw that Aragorn had given up and was waiting for the blow to fall. Legolas watched as the orc leader lifted his sword and handed it to a near by orc and motioned for him to deliver the killing blow.

Aragorn looked at Legolas once last time and mouthed sorry and then closed his eyes. A blood-curdling roar went up as the sword came down and a body hit the ground staining the ground below the body.



Elvish Translations:

Namaarie: Farwell

Tenna' ento lye omenta: Until next we meet

[Pil]

:elfeek: :o :elfeek:

OMG! I can't believe what has happened! :elf:

Please post more...i'm dying to know what will happen to these characters....well....however many that are left! lol

Please keep this up PT! :p

[Padawan_Travina]

Thanks for the review...I am posting the next chapter now....:)

Enjoy...

PT

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Chapter Four

Aragorn watched as the sword wielding orc fell to the ground dead as the arrow pierced his heart. Using this as a means of escape, Aragorn quickly leapt to his feet, and quickly grabbing the sword turned and ready himself for battle.

Aragorn quickly raised his sword to block an incoming blow. Spinning he swiftly thrust his sword through the nearest orc while spinning to knock out the one coming from behind him. Blocking another blow meaning to split him in two, Aragorn soon found himself in the midst of about ten orcs all meaning to tear him limb from limb. With a loud cry he attacked the orcs with a fury he had never known. Hacking away at them as if they were not even there. All around him orcs feel, their blood staining the ground.

He slowly made his way towards where Legolas was still raining arrows into the mass of orcs. He was close and it seemed as though he would live, but fate decided to play a cruel trick on him then and there.
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Legolas did not know what had caused him to stop the orc from killing Aragorn, but he had quickly notched his arrow and let the deadly projectile fly with his known deadly accuracy. He quickly notched another one and let it fly as the orc camp was spurred into action.

He watched as Aragorn quickly cut his way out of the orc mass that had surrounded him. He made sure his reign of deadly terror kept going to protect his retreat. He watched as Aragorn slowly made his way towards him, when horror clenched his heart. No matter what he now felt for the human he knew that Aragorn could not die.

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Aragorn cursed as his body gave into the weakness he had been fighting since the start of the battle. He found him self stumbling and falling to the ground with a jarring impact. The sword slipped from his hands and landed a few feet away from him.

Quickly attempting to raise to his feet, he turned to see the orc's nearly upon him. As he attempted to rise, he knees buckled under him once again sending him in to the ground. He turned and waited for the blow he knew would soon come but once again never came.

Looking he saw Legolas leap from the cover of the trees, sending arrow after arrow bring orcs down left and right. Aragorn once again tried to rise to his feet, this time succeeding and made his way over to his sword and turned to quickly joined the battle.

Legolas slowly made his way back towards the wood but it seemed fate was about to once again turn against them. As he was turning, a large orc came up from the middle of the group welding a bow and arrow. Quickly setting his sites on Legolas he took aim and fired.

Legolas grunted in pain as the arrow struck him in the back. Stumbling he tried to make it into the safety of the wood where he knew he would be safe. He dimly heard Aragorn crying out his name and then he heard nothing as the inky blackness finally took hold of him.

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Aragorn cried out in horror as he watched his friend fall to the ground. Aragorn turned and let out a war cry and cleaved the head the arrow welding orc. He barely paused, his anger and rage taking control as he worked his way through the army. Orc’s began falling left and right none could stand against the rage he was feeling.

Soon not an orc was left alive, as Aragorn stood in the middle of the camp. Dropping the blade he ran over to his friends side and checked to make sure he was still alive. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the pulse under his fingers.

Inspecting the wound, Aragorn was alarmed to see that the shaft had broken when Legolas had fallen, making it impossible to pull the arrow out. Knowing the only thing he could do now was get Legolas to safety he tore a small piece of cloth off his clothes and tied off the wound in order to stop the bleeding. Lifting Legolas into his arms, and ignoring his own bodies protest, he made his way into the forest.
He kept moving not pausing to rest, knowing he had to get far away from the camp before more orcs showed up and they found themselves in more trouble. Finally when he was sure he was far enough away, Aragorn searched for a place to hide and found a small cave that they could hide in. It had only one opening and would be hard to spot at the dead of night.

Heading inside he laid Legolas down and then went back outside to clear away any signs that might show where they where hiding at. He went back inside the cave knowing that he would risk of being spotted, he lite a fire. Moving Legolas closer to the fire he sat back and finally let the days events roll over him.

Unable to hold back the anguish he felt, Aragorn let the tears fall. He cried for his dead friend, for himself, for Legolas. He cried for all the pain that he felt from the last few days. Finally the tears stopped and he focused now on his friend. Seeing that Legolas was still sleeping, Aragorn focused on the entrance of the cave to watch for any attackers. He vowed that no more of his friends would die at the hands of the orcs, as long as he was alive.

[Pil]

That was so good PT! The combination of exciting action with heartfelt emotions has worked so well! :thumbs: :read:

Thanks for updating! I can't wait for the next part! Post soon my friend! :)

[Bess the Bard]

Exciting and fast-paced. I liked it. Please continue.