Title: Elendil Still Shines
Author: Rutaari (pippa250@hotmail.com)
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Aragorn/Sauron, Legolas/Sauron
Rating: NC17
Summary: When in dark places, love may not always conquer, but it will always
live.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, they own me.
Warning: BDSM, rape, non-con, character death, graphic violence (Jeez, add
incest and mpreg and the food would be falling off the plate.)
Authors Note:  I wrote this as a challenge to the April Archivists challenge on
Library of Moria.  If you’ve read some of my other stories you know I like dark
stuff, so this is my official “dark fic.”  As far as feedback goes, I take
anything, good or bad. In fact, I LOVE feedback! But if you flame me 
getting all mad about how Aragorn and Legolas “dont roll that way” then I’ll 
delete 	it, because I am posting this on a SLASH site, and if you don’t know what
slash is, I suggest you find a Websters Slang Dictionary (or your mommy).  But
about the story, its an AU, I guess, so the whole Ring thing and stuff 
doesn’t apply. Yes, I know that elve’s die when they are raped, yes, I know 
that Men do not go to Mandos, but I had to make it work. I’m sorry if my Elvish is 
a little off. Its a mix of Quenyan and Sindarin.   I’m still learning. 
Anyway, I think I’ve said enough. And now presenting,  “Elendil Still Shines”

~~~~~ *stuff in here* are thoughts.
	stuff in italics are voices in Legolas’ head
	(stuff in here) is elvish translations  ~~~~~~~~~~~~


Aragorn sat huddled against the cold, stone cell, clutching his head. His body
was wracked with trembles from the cold, and his head was throbbing in that one
little spot above neck. The man gritted his teeth and silently counted to
himself. *One...two...three...four...five...six-* The pain in his head subsided,
and Aragorn wrapped his arms around his naked, freezing body, his teeth
chattering.

	The man looked down next to him, where Legolas lay sleeping. The elf was 
coiled on the floor as if Aragorn were still sleeping behind him. His skin was flushed
pink, but the cold was not affecting the elf in any other way.  Legolas would be
mad in the morning, when he found that Aragorn had not woken him when he had
gotten so cold. Aragorn shook his head. Legolas had been through so much
already. He needed to sleep, and having a body that shook violently against him
would not allow for that. 	But Aragorn couldn’t lie to himself. The real reason
he had moved away was because of his head. For the past few weeks he had been
getting little pressure headaches on the back of his head, always in the same
place. He had not told Legolas about it, not wanting to worry his beloved, but
they were getting so bad that the elf already suspected something. Aragorn would
have to tell him soon. Trying to ignore the cold, Aragorn curled up next to
Legolas, making sure not to touch the elf, and attempted to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Legolas allowed his eyes to focus,  waking from his reverie. The elf was
greeted with the same, despicable sight he had seen for the past month now. A
cold, stone cell, about ten paces in all directions, with a solid door on one
side, and a flimsy, straw pallet which he and Aragorn slept on. Legolas became
suddenly aware that once again, Aragorn was not by his side when he woke.
Turning, the elf saw Aragorn huddled into a fetal position next to him. Legolas
sat for a moment, staring at the man. *Why does he do that? Why does he not wake
me when something bothers him?*  He watched as Aragorn’s eyes slowly opened, and
the man smiled at seeing his love looking down at him.

“Cold again?” Legolas asked, somewhat harshly.

Aragorn’s smile faded.

“Yes.” He said. “I did not wish to wake you.”

“I wish you had.” Legolas said.

“I’m sorry. I thought you had been through enough yesterday. You needed sleep.”

Aragorn said, pulling Legolas over to him, and wrapping his arms around the warm
body.

“And yet you needed sleep, for you will go through the same treatment today.”

Legolas said, running his fingers lightly over the whip marks that scarred
Aragorn’s back. The man hissed in pain, and pulled Legolas’ hand away. Legolas
sighed, and rested his head against Aragorn’s shoulder. “I know that it is not
only the cold that bothers you, Aragorn.” The elf said quietly. “Something else
is ailing you, and I don’t understand why you will not allow me to help you.”

“Because I love you too much to worry you with such folly things.” Aragorn said,
taking Legolas’ chin in his hand, and looking into the elf’s deep, blue eyes.

“It is nothing, my love.”

“It is not nothing, Aragorn, or it would not trouble you so.” Legolas said,
pulling away and looking at the floor. “Saesa, te amin tua lyaa.”(Please, let me
help you.)

Aragorn remained silent for a moment, and when he spoke, it was hardly a
whisper.

“Uu anre, Legolas.”(Not today, Legolas.)

	Legolas sighed, but ceased his pleas. Aragorn was just as stubborn as he was,
and fighting with him would not help anything. Instead, the elf kissed the
ranger lightly on the lips. The kiss was growing more passionate, when a sound
caught Legolas’ ears. Footsteps. The elf pulled away from the man’s lips, and
turned to the door.  The footsteps grew louder, to where Aragorn could hear them
as well, and a few seconds later the door swung open.

	A man stood there in dark, flowing robes. He was taller than both Legolas and
Aragorn, with dark hair and eyes and pale skin. Legolas narrowed his eyes.
Sauron.

“How very touching. It is so nice to find comfort in hard times, isn’t it?” The
dark lord said. “I think there is hardly need for me to ask, but which one of
you will it be today?”

	Legolas was about to stand and offer himself to the lord, but Aragorn’s hand
pushed him back to the floor, and the man stood and walked to the door.

“Ah yes, the ranger.” Sauron jeered. “We will have fun today.”

Legolas sat helplessly and watched as Sauron turned and led Aragorn out of the
cell, slamming the door shut behind him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Aragorn walked down the dark corridors after Sauron. He knew that Sauron 
was no fool, and was a force he could never dream of defeating, so attempting escape
was futile. Sauron led Aragorn silently into a room. His room. Obsidian stone
lined the walls and floor, shimmering black in the little light that had forced
itself through a small window and into the room. A round bed, covered in black,
silk sheets was in the corner. Sauron gestured to the bed, and Aragorn
obediently sat on the mattress.

“We will make this fun, today.” Sauron said, and with a twist of his hand
Aragorn was lifted, by some magical force, into the air and set down on his
hands and knees on the bed.

“Stay.” Sauron’s voice came from over his shoulder as he dug in a drawer next to
the bed.

“I am no dog.” Aragorn said to the bedsheets, but did not move.

“You are my dog.” Sauron retorted, turning to the man, a black scarf in his
hands. Aragorn remained silent.

“Crawl foreword, and put your hands on the bedrail.” Sauron instructed.

	Aragorn  remained still, even when Sauron gave him a look of warning. The 
dark lord flipped his hand again and Aragorn found himself being placed once again by
the invisible force which he could not fight.. Sauron stepped next to Aragorn
and tied the man’s hands tightly to the bedrail. Aragorn could see his wrists
going white, and he could not move even from side to side. Sauron smiled at the
man’s weak attempt at escape, and rested his hand on Aragorn’s straining back.
The tensing muscles nearly sent the evil one over the edge. He could already
feel his manliness straining against the bondage of his pants.

“Are you willing, today?” Sauron questions Aragorn, stroking the man’s back.

“You know I will never be willing for you, Sauron.” Aragorn sneered, “So lets
just be on with it. You’ll find your release in me and put me in pain and then I
can go back to my nice little cell and be with the one who I am willing to be
with.” At that Aragorn bit his tongue. He should not have mentioned Legolas.

	Sauron nodded his head in understanding of Aragorn’s statement, and then 
began slowly undressing. “I do not think you will find refuge with your prince today,
Estel.” Sauron said. “He will be too busy remembering his own grueling treatment
from today. I believe I have finally found something that will break your sweet
elf.”

	Aragorn’s eyes grew wide, and he began yanking at his bonds in fury.
“You bastard!" the man screamed, “What are you doing to him? Leave him alone,
dammit! You ugly whore! Leave him alone!”

	Aragorn continued to scream  as Sauron climbed slowly onto the bed and 
placed his already weeping member against the ranger’s opening. Within moments, the
screams of hate and fury that were emitted from the man were turned to tears of
hurt and pain.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Legolas sat and stared at the door where his beloved had left him. He wished
with all his heart that he and Aragorn were back in Mirkwood or Gondor, where
they belonged, with nothing to part them.  But no amount of wishing would make
that happen. The Silvan prince remained quiet and still for a few minutes
longer, until the sound of footsteps once again hit his ears, and he cocked his
head to listen. They were heavy and hard, and instead of hitting heel-toe the
right foot hit toe-heel. Legolas recognized the sound instantly. He did not know
the guard’s name, but he knew that the orc had been injured in battle, and
limped awkwardly on his right leg, and that he was a force to be reckoned with.
Legolas jumped to his feet as the door flew open, and the guard entered, sending
the smell of evil and gore into the room.

“Come with me.” The orc said, smiling.

“No.” Legolas shook his head. “Sauron has already come and taken Aragorn.”

“I have orders to take you.” The orc said, and grabbed Legolas’ arm and yanked
him toward the door. Legolas squirmed in the orc’s grasp, but the orc ignored
the elf, and led him swiftly down the hall and to the dungeons. The orc dragged
Legolas into a room at the end of a long, dark hall, where two other guards
already waited.

“Leave me be!” Legolas cried, wrenching himself free of the orc’s fist, but the
door to the room was already shut and bolted.

“In there?” One of the orcs asked the first. The first orc nodded.

	Legolas’ attention was suddenly taken by a large object in the center of the
room. It was round, like a well, and made of stone, and perhaps three paces from
side to side, and three feet tall. The object was hollow, but Legolas noticed
that a lid set up against it, like the lid of a pot, only the lid had a
finger-sized hole on the corner..

	The elf’s eyes grew wide as the orcs came toward him from across the room,  
and realization suddenly dawned on him. They were going to put him in there!

“No!” Legolas screamed, and started to dart away, but the orcs had already
surrounded him, and he felt dirty, foul hands grip onto his body.

“Please! No! Don’t!” Legolas yelled, and fought and struggled against the hands.

“Don’t put me in there! I’ll do anything!”

	The hands ignored the elf’s cries, and lifted Legolas, kicking and screaming
like a child, and set him in the circle. The orcs used all their might and
shoved Legolas down into a sitting position, as one of them lifted the lid to
the human-container and set it across the “pot.”

“Please! You can’t!” Legolas continued to scream. “I’ll die in here!”

“I think that’s the point.” One of the orcs grunted and he pushed the cage
closed.

	The hole for Legolas’ escape grew smaller and smaller, and soon only a few
inches of light were left in the well. The elf clawed at the opening, but the
orcs pushed his hands back into the enclosure, and with a thud and one last cry
of “PLEASE!” Legolas was trapped in the tiny, cold, pitch dark human-pot.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Aragorn lay still on the bed, his arms stretched out before him, still tied to
the bed rail. His breath came in heavy, ragged gasps, and his hips and backside
burned from his humiliating torture. Fresh lash marks covered his sides and
back, where a whip had sliced into his skin.

“Perhaps you will not fight so hard next time.” Sauron suggested. The dark lord
straddled Aragorn’s hips as he ran his fingers over the man’s wounds, causing
Aragorn to shudder.

“As long as I am here against my will, I will continue to struggle.” Aragorn
growled.

Sauron laughed.

“I do not think so, huo.” (dog)

“Wanne miquillis orqu.” (Go kiss an orc.) The king sneered.

“That’s alright. I”ll leave that up to you.” Sauron said, and stood up from the
bed. “Why don’t you just rest awhile. I’ll be back in a bit.”

	Aragorn sighed in relief when the dark lord dressed and left the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Legolas pounded on the lid of his confining cell.

“Please!” He screamed once again, but the guards outside had either left the
room or were ignoring him. The darkness around Legolas was eating him alive.
Evil surrounded him and bore into his flesh. The elf let out a whimper of
defeat, and crawled over to the side of his cell, where a tiny stream of light
came through an air hole. Legolas curled up and hugged his knees, then closed
his eyes, trying to make the darkness and evil disappear.

*I am in Mirkwood, and it is night.* The elf told himself. *The stars are hidden
by clouds, that is why it is so dark.*

No, a voice in his head said, it is dark because you are in an evil place. You
are with evil itself. You are evil, Legolas.

“No!” The prince cried out. “Leave me alone! Please, just go away.”

I will never go away, Legolas. I am in you. I am the darkness in you, trying to
escape.

“NO!” Legolas screamed, and his eyes flew open. He grabbed and clawed madly at
the door to his cell, and screamed until his throat went dry. Slowly, the
darkness overtook him, and he fainted into a nightmare-filled reverie.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Sauron walked down the hall to the dungeons. He laughed as the sound of 
muffled screaming reached his ears, and opened the door to where Legolas was contained.
The orcs stood in the corner, laughing at the sounds that were emitted from the
well.

“That is a sound I enjoy to hear.” Sauron commented, and all the orcs laughed.
Sauron motioned for the orcs to leave, and then crouched beside the cell in the
middle of the room.

“Legolas! Can you hear me?” He called.

	The screams were deadened for a moment, and then started over again.
“Please Sauron! Please let me out of here!”

“That all depends on you, my elfling.” Sauron said, reveling in hearing the
elf’s pleas and anguish. This long month he had been trying to break the elf. He
had used torture, pain, and even pleasure, but none had worked. The elf was too
strong. But all this time it had been simple. Put the elf in his most vunerable
place- darkness, surrounded by evil.

“What do you want from me?” Legolas cried, and Sauron distinctly heard the elf
sob.

“One night, Legolas.” Sauron said. “One night with you in my bed, willingly. You
do everything I say without refusal, and you go free.”

Legolas was silent for a moment.

“Or what? You lock me away in here forever?”

“I could.” Sauron said. Though he was bluffing, he heard Legolas gasp. “But I
won’t. No, you do as I say and you and the ranger go free from Mordor.”

	One again Legolas went silent, but this time it was for a long while.
“I will do as you say.” His voice finally came, weak and sorrowful.

“Very well.” Sauron said, and stood from the ground. He opened the door to the
room and motioned for the guards to come back.

“Leave him for another hour, and then take him back to his cell.”

The orcs frowned, displeased at having their entertainment taken away, but
followed their orders.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Aragorn jumped when the door to the dark lord’s bedchambers flew open 
with a bang.

“It’s about time.” Aragorn said as Sauron approached the bed. “I feel like I’ve
been here for hours.”

“You were.” Sauron said. “Two hours and forty four minutes, to be exact. I had
quite a few things to attend to.” The dark lord untied Aragorn’s wrists from the
bed rail, and the ranger flexed his muscles, letting out the cramps that had
grown in his arms from being held in such a confining position for so long.

“I guess you’ve had enough for one day.” Sauron said, and led Aragorn to the
door. “Take him to his cell.” He said to an orc outside the door, and the orc
grabbed Aragorn by the arm.

“It was fun while it lasted, ranger.” Sauron said, laying a hand of Aragorn’s
cheek. The man turned his head away, giving Sauron a baffled look, and followed
the orc gladly away from the evil one. The ranger was glad, if not happy to be
going back to his cell. He was in pain and was exhausted from the day’s long,
tortuous hours, and he was anxious to get back to the cell and take Legolas into
his arms to sleep.

	The ranger was thinking of how nice it would be to fall asleep with his 
beloved elf when he approached the cell, and the door opened, but the sight he saw was
one that stunned him, and the man stood in shock in the doorway. Legolas was
huddled into a corner, curled into a tiny ball, his arms around his knees and
his face tucked into his lap. He rocked back and forth, and Aragorn could hear
him sobbing in loud, ragged gasps, and muttering incoherently.

	The guard shoved Aragorn the rest of the way into the room and shut the 
door, bolting it. Aragorn was suddenly filled with the need to comfort the elf, and he
rushed over and knelt next to Legolas, afraid of what would happen if he took
the elf into his arms.

“Legolas? Are you alright?” Aragorn asked softly.

“Its everywhere.” The elf sobbed.

“What’s everywhere, Legolas?” The ranger asked, confused.

“Its all around me!” Legolas cried. “It hurts! Oh! It hurts! Please! Make it go
away! Please Aragorn, make it go away!” The elf became hysterical, and began
convulsing. Aragorn reached over and pulled Legolas into his arms, pressing the
elf’s head against his chest, holding him so he could not fight.

“Legolas, what it is? Please, tell me.”

The elf sobbed a few times more and quieted himself.

“The darkness.” He whispered.

	Aragorn thought for a moment, and then realization hit him.
“Legolas, what did Sauron do to you?”

“The well.” Legolas whispered. “He locked me in the well. Please, Aragorn, its
so dark.”

“Legolas, it is still day outside.” Aragorn said, pointing to the window in
their cell. “Look, it is still day. It is light.”

	Legolas turned his head and looked out the window.  After a few minutes his
breathing slowed and he seemed to gain his sanity.

“Thank you, Aragorn.” He said, and looked up to meet the ranger’s eyes, but they
were not the usual blue eyes which he so loved. Aragorn’s face crinkled in pain,
and his eyes were dark and unaware. Legolas opened his mouth to say something,
and noticed blood trickling from the ranger’s nose.

“Aragorn!” He yelled, as the ranger collapsed to the floor.

	Legolas scrambled to the ranger’s head and pulled it into his lap.

“Aragorn, what is it?” Legolas demanded. “You have kept it secret long enough.
What ails you?”

	The ranger said nothing for a while, and then his eyes came back into focus 
and his body relaxed.

“It is a tumor, Legolas.” He said softly. “I have a tumor in my brain.”
“A tumor?” Legolas repeated.

“It is growing quickly.” Aragorn said. “I do not think I shall live more than a
few weeks from now.”

Legolas gasped and stared into space.

“Do not say that, melda.”(beloved) He said, his voice choked with tears. “You
will live for a long time. It is meant to be. We are meant to be together.”

“Yes, my love,” Aragorn said, reaching up and wiping away a single tear from
Legolas’ cheek. “We are meant to be together, and we will be, but not right now.
You will eventually follow after me.”

Legolas slowly shook his head.

“Is there no way to treat it?”

“The only one I know who could cure it is Ada. (father) But he is not here.”
Aragorn said.

	The door to the chamber suddenly swung open, and a guard stood in the 
doorway.

“Come along, elf.” He sneered.

Legolas just sat there, watching the confused and worried expression that passed
over Aragorn’s face.

“Would you go back on your promise?” The orc asked.

Legolas stood.

“What promise?” Aragorn asked, trying weakly to rise. “Legolas, what did you say
you would do?”

The orc laughed.

“This one is going to be Sauron’s slut for a night, that’s what he promised.”

	Aragorn opened his mouth to protest, but the orc had already grabbed Legolas 
by the arm and dragged him out of the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Legolas walked resolutely behind the guard towards Sauron’s chambers, his 
head held high in pride, though he felt none.

*I can do this.* He told himself. *I will do this for Aragorn.*

	If Sauron let them go tomorrow and they hurried, maybe they could reach
Rivendell before the tumor killed his ranger.

	Legolas and the orc reached the door, and Legolas paused before opening it 
and waiting for Sauron to notice him.

“Have fun.” The orc laughed, and shut the door behind Legolas.

	The elf waiting for a moment, as Sauron turned to him and walked silently
toward him.

“You are still willing?” He asked, his face only inches from Legolas’.

“I am yours for tonight.” Legolas whispered, hardly able to say the words.

“Good.” Sauron stated, and before Legolas knew it the dark lord’s mouth was
pressed against his and his hand was on Legolas’ neck, holding him in place. Not
wanting to seem as though he was refusing, Legolas opened his mouth to allow
Sauron’s tongue in. The evil man immidiantly reacted, exploring every crevice of
the elf’s mouth. He removed his hand from the archer’s neck and took both of the
milky white, unmarred hands in his. Silently, Sauron guided Legolas over to the
bed, and gently pushed him down onto the soft mattress. The dark lord pulled his
mouth away from the elf’s and moved down, sucking and nipping at Legolas’ neck.
He became aware that Legolas had no reaction to this at all, and bit his neck,
drawing blood. He smiled as a whimper escaped from the elf’s lips, and Sauron
picked up the elf’s hands and placed them on his own tunic. Legolas understood,
and began slowly unbuttoning the long row of buttons that held the top together.

“Faster.” Sauron moaned, and within seconds his tunic had been removed.

	Wanting to keep Sauron as happy as possible, Legolas let his hands slide 
down the muscular abdomen, and began unlacing the dark lord’s pants.

“Good elf.” Sauron mumbled, as he began licking and pinching Legolas’ nipples,
bringing them to hard peaks. The elf moaned in pleasure.

	Legolas helped Sauron slide his pants off, and Sauron immidiantly grabbed
Legolas’ hand and began guiding it over his throbbing member. Once Legolas began
doing it himself Sauron grabbed the elf and pulled him on top of himself.
Knowing what Sauron wanted, Legolas began licking the man’s hard stomach, and
stroking his member. Sauron closed his eyes and arched his back. He took
Legolas’ head in his hands and began guiding the blonde head where he wanted it
to go. Down. Sauron held Legolas’ head just over his cock, and Legolas gasped in
surprise.

“Do it.” Sauron commanded, and Legolas apprehensively licked the man’s cock
once, and then again. Sauron suddenly thrust his hips up in the air, and his
entire member became enclosed in Legolas’ mouth. Legolas sat for a moment in
shock, and was about to continue when Sauron lifted his head up and looked right
into his eyes.

“Legolas, I know you are young for an elf.” Sauron said, resisting his urge to
thrust himself into Legolas’ mouth again. “Are you a virgin?” He asked.
Legolas shook his head.

“You have been with Aragorn. Have you been with any other?” Sauron asked him.

“No.” Legolas replied somewhat shyly.

Sauron nodded in understanding. “Then I know this is difficult for you.” With
that the dark lord’s voice changed to become harsh and uncaring. “But you will
not pause or hesitate like that again, or I will not go through with my
promise.”

 	Legolas nodded, and at Sauron’s nod of approval took the man into his mouth 
and began aggresivly working his way up and down the shaft.

*Its all for Aragorn.* He told himself over and over. *I can do it if it will
save Estel.*

	At the rate Legolas was going, Sauron did not take long to come, and soon
exploded into the elf’s mouth. Knowing he would want it, Legolas sucked the dark
lord dry, swallowing his seed.

“Good boy.” Sauron gasped once he had come, and then grabbed Legolas by the
waist and pulled the elf on top of him. “I will come again inside you.”

	Legolas nodded, and placed his body over Sauron’s already hardened 
member.

“Relax.” Sauron instructed, and thrust his hips upward at the same time he
pulled Legolas down on top of him. The elf let out a cry of pain, but then
repositioned himself, and sat easily on top of the dark lord, his body already
accustomed to having another male inside him, thanks to Aragorn.

“Ride me.” Sauron insisted, and Legolas began to rock back and foreword, as
Sauron pulled him down and smothered his face in kisses. Both men began to moan
in pleasure as they thrust their bodies and Sauron stroked Legolas’ own hardened
cock. With a cry both the elf and dark lord came. Sauron spreading his seed
inside the elf, and Legolas spreading his own over both their bellies.

	The dark lord pulled himself away from the elf,  and Legolas lay collapsed on
Sauron’s body, both men breathing hard. After a long time Legolas drifted into
reverie, his head filled with thoughts of his coming freedom and the journey
before him. Sauron remain awake a while longer, and then seeing that the elf was
asleep, let himself fall to dreams.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Legolas awoke to the feeling of a warm body beneath him,  and a strong hand
caressing his hair.

“Sauron?” He asked, before his eyes adjusted.

“No, melon, it is I.” Came Aragorn’s voice.

“Aragorn?” Legolas, asked, and turned to find Aragorn propped up against the
wall, holding him in his arms. “Thank the Valar! I was so worried about you!”
The elf cried, and flung his arms around the ranger’s neck. “It is day? That
means we can go free, Aragorn! We are freed!”

“I know, my love.” Aragorn said, smiling down at his elf. “The door is open and
waiting.”

	Legolas looked over to see the door to their cell open. On the floor  lay two
packs, with sleeping rolls and food, and brand new elven garments.

“He told the truth.” Legolas whispered.

“Yes, he did.” Aragorn said. “Though I am not pleased about what you did last
night.”

“I know.” Legolas said, “but now we are free. Come, let us move quickly to
Imladris.”

	Aragorn nodded and stood, and then waited for Legolas to dress. Once they 
both wore clothes and packs they walked freely out of the cell, and out of Sauron’s
tower. Aragorn put his arm around Legolas’ shoulders as they walked.

“Come, melon. Today, we go home.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	The two lovers traveled for more than a week. Aragorn’s condition worsened,
slowing them down. Legolas already carried his pack as the man stumbled along,
and worried that he would be forced to carry the man, as well. The ranger’s
headaches had grown, and were almost constant now, and nosebleeds were common.
He began vomiting after meals, and became dilusional without rest.

	“Please, Legolas, I must lay down.” Aragorn said one night.

Legolas gently lowered Aragorn to the ground, after having supported the man for
nearly an entire day.

“Would you like some tea?” Legolas asked, standing to fetch some water.

“Legolas, wait.” Aragorn said, grabbing Legolas’ tunic and pulling him down next
to him. “Tea will not help now.”

“What do you mean?” Legolas asked. “It might help the pain.”

“No, Legolas.”Aragorn said weakly. “The pain will go away by itself, any minute
now.”

“What-?” Legolas started, and then understood. “No, Aragorn! You can not leave
me here! I won’t let you!”

Aragorn let out a little laugh.

“Legolas, you are an elf. You know as well as I that you can not stop death.”

“Please...” Legolas said, tears releasing from his eyes.

“Ssh.It will all be well, my love.” Aragorn said, as he reached up and stroked
Legolas’ face. “Just remember, Legolas, Inya kai mellesse lle mennai Elendil
wanya nulla.” (Legolas, I will love you until Elendil itself goes dark.)
With that, Aragorn’s hand fell, and his body went limp.

“Aragorn!!!!” Legolas screamed, and fell onto his lover’s chest. “Please,
Aragorn, come back. I need you.”

	Legolas cried for a long time, one of his hands gripping Aragorn’s, and the
other unconsciously stroking the man’s face. After a long while Legolas calmed
himself and sat up, taking one last look into the man’s deep blue eyes as he
kissed him sweetly on the lips.

“ Mennai omentilmo yallume, mellesse.” (Until we meet again, my love.) Legolas
whispered, and gently closed the man’s eyes forever.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Legolas slept next to his love’s body that night, clinging as if he would never
let go. When morning came, he spent the day carving out a log as a boat, and set
Aragorn asail down a large river, knowing the man would not want to be put in a
hole in the ground.

	Toward dusk, Legolas picked up his pack and turned toward Mirkwood, but
something stopped him in his tracks.

It was Sauron’s fault. The voice in his head told him.  He is the reason your
lover did not live. If he had not kept you prisoner Aragorn would have gone to
Rivendell long ago, and would be here now.

*Yes.* Legolas thought. *It was Sauron’s doing. And he will pay.*

Legolas turned back the other direction, and took off at a run toward Sauron’s
tower.

*He will pay with his life.*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

	Sauron sat in the armchair in his chambers. He should never have let the elf
go. He would have given his freedom to save the ranger, but Sauron had been
lured by the thought of the elf being willing, even if for only a night.

“Its that bloody instant gratification.” Sauron said, slamming his fist on a
table.

“Yes, and look where it got you.”

	Sauron’s head shot up. There in front of him stood the elf, tall and proud. Not
a wound marred his body, and he was clothed for the first time Sauron had seen
him in a month, but what drew his attention the most was the object in Legolas’
hand. A dagger. Not the beautiful white daggers, made by the elves, but a short,
black, urukhai dagger. It looked misplaced in the elf’s pale hand.

“What are you-?” Sauron started, and then nodded. “He is dead, then.”

“Yes!” Legolas screamed, taking a step toward the dark lord. “He is dead! Gone! 
Banished to the Halls of Mandos!” Legolas walked toward Sauron, the dagger
raised. “But not me, Sauron. I am strong. Strong like the forests of Mirkwood,
strong like the seas that the Dunedain sailed so long ago. I am strong like the
light that shines from the star of Elendil. I am immortal. I will not be so
easily corrupted.”

	At this Sauron stood, enraged at the gall the elf was showing. Legolas was
feeding on power.

“Yes, my elf.” Sauron sneered, backing away from the approaching dagger, “You
are immortal, but is it not true that every thing has a weak spot? A hint of
doubt? What of battle? Of wounds which cannot heal? What of being taken against
your will? And what of a broken heart? In the end, if I do not kill you, it will
be your own love that has done so.”

“No!” Legolas screamed, and lunged toward the dark lord,  but before the elf had
reached Sauron, the man lifted his hand and squeezed his fist, and the dagger
fell from the archer’s hand, and the archer to the floor at Sauron’s feet.

“Now hear this, elfling.” Sauron said, placing a foot on Legolas’ chest so he
could not rise. “I enjoyed it while it lasted, but I am growing weary of your
games. I would have allowed you to go freely from here, had you not crossed this
path. You have come to the end, Legolas Thranduilion, Prince Legolas of
Mirkwood. You have come to the point of no return. This is where the story of
the Elven prince and the Mortal king comes to an end.”

	 And with that, Sauron plunged the dagger into Legolas’ chest. Legolas 
gasped, and with his last breath before he died he whispered,

“Elendil er kala.” (Elendil still shines.)

~*~*~*~*~*~*I hope you liked it. I actually got the idea when I had a cancer
scare with my dog, who not so ironicly is named Aragorn. haha. But he didn't
die. He's ok. :)~*~*~*~*~*~*