Title: To Save Us All Author: Rutaari (pippa250@hotmail.com) Pairings: Legolas/Aragorn, Legolas/Sauron Rating: R Summary: Sauron has the Ring, and is using it to get what he really wants. Legolas and Aragorn struggle to survive, and the one who could save them all finally takes a stand. Disclaimer: I don’t own them. *cries* If I did I sure as hell wouldn’t be here writing these sick fics. haha! *trembles as pounding is heard from grave marked J.R.R. Tolkien* Forgive me! Warning: Rape, Non-Con, Violence, darkfic Authors Note : This takes place after the quest, but Sauron has the ring. Legolas and Aragorn have been forced into slavery and Legolas has fallen ill because middle earth has fallen into darkness. I’m sorry that once again Legolas is in trouble and Aragorn has to save him. The ring that Aragorn wears is not the ring he wears in the movie or the book, but one I made up myself. Anyway, this is a darkfic written for the Library of Moria April/May challenge. I changed some stuff just to fit the story, sorry if it bugs you. Also, I'm sorry if its short, I had limited time cuz I was working on another fic for this challenge. Feedback: PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Archive: I will always say yes, but only if you ask first. :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Where once was light now darkness falls. Where once was love love is no more. Don’t say goodbye. Don’t say I didn’t try. These tears you cry have come to late. For all the lies, the hurt, the blame. And we will wait to be so alone. We are lost, we can never go home. Legolas stumbled over the dirty, hot ground, catching himself with his worn and blistered hands. The line of people behind him stopped and waited. “Get up!” An Urukhai yelled, and swung a whip in the elf’s direction. Theleather tore through Legolas’ flesh and the elf screamed. Aragorn turned and lay his hands on the elf. “Leave him be!” He cried at the orc. “He is ill, he can not go on like this!” “Then we’ll throw him in the pile with the rest of the weaklings.” The orc growled, and raised his whip once again, but this time in Aragorn’s direction. “No!” Legolas gasped, and struggled to stand. “I am up.” The orc stopped, and Legolas picked up the heavy brick he had been carrying and the line of captives moved on. Aragorn did not dare to turn, but concern for the elf tempted him to do so. Instead, he spoke quietly to the one behind him. “Are you alright?” He asked. “No.” Legolas’ weak voice came. “But I will last for the remainder of the day.” As the line moved steadily toward it’s destination, orcs threw whips and jeered at the prisoners. Chains chattered mockingly at the men, and the air stank, suffocating any living thing. Darkness had fallen. Sauron had the ring, and all the free peoples of Middle Earth were doomed to spend the rest of their short lives as slaves, rebuilding Sauron’s empire. The world had changed. Everything was bare and desolate. Nothing grew, and no light shone. Aragorn and Legolas were put into the same ranking. Every morning the chains that bound their feet and hands were attached to the chains of the hundreds of other prisoners in their camp, making one long line of captives. Of how long they had been here Aragorn could not tell, but it must have been some months, if not a year now. He had adapted to the change well. Being a mortal man, darkness and death did not bother him as it would have some other races, such as elves. Legolas had become sick and weary. When he was forced to work he broke into a feverish sweat, and became dizzy and confused. Aragorn did his best to make him well during the night, but there was not much he could do, other than hold the elf and keep him from the freezing night winds that came over he plain. Finally the day ended, and an uruk came and unchained Aragorn and Legolas. The man took the elf around his waist and half carried him back to their tent, the sixteenth tent on the twenty-fourth row. “Lie down and rest.” Aragorn instructed. “I will go fetch our rations.” The man left the tent and wandered down the rows to where the uruks were giving out the stale bread, gruel, and little water that was fed to the prisoners. The man handed an uruk two trading stones, which had taken place of money and jewels, and were simply tiny, blue pebbles. The uruk handed Aragorn the meager meals for two and he made his way back to the tent, to find Legolas resting, but not asleep. “Here, you need water.” Aragorn said, placing the spout of his water canteen to the elf’s lips. Legolas drank greedily, but forced himself to leave enough forAragorn. “You must not work tomorrow.” Aragorn told the elf. “I have to, or they will not give me my rations.” Legolas said, trying to sit up to eat his food. “You can have some of mine.” Aragorn said. “But I know you will not last tomorrow.” Legolas opened his mouth to protest. “Do not argue with me, Legolas, you know I am right.” Legolas nodded. “I love you, Legolas.” Aragorn said, kissing the elf sweetly on the lips. “I can not bear to see you suffer this way.” “I love you, as well, Elessar.” Legolas said. “This will not last too much longer. Nearly every man in camp knows your true identity. Already there is rioting, and some cry out that the Renewer is among us.” Aragorn shook his head. “Nothing will come of it.” He said. “Sauron is far too powerful.” “You know that is not true.” Legolas said. “What of this?” The elf raised his hand and pointed to a ring that hung from a chain on Aragorn’s neck. The ring was raught of mithril, and it bore an obsidian stone, carved with the image of a white tree, surrounded by seven silver stars. Aragorn frowned. “I doubt the Lady of Light meant for such a small thing to overpower the dark lord.” “But it is a thing smaller than this that empowers him, Aragorn.” Legolas said, caressing the man’s rough face. A shudder suddenly ran through the elf’s body, and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. “Its so dark.” He murmured. “Go to sleep.” Aragorn soothed, running his hand through Legolas’ blond locks. “Stay with me.” Legolas pleaded, grabbing Aragorn’s sleeve before the man could leave his side. “I can not sleep alone in this place.” Aragorn nodded and moved beside Legolas, taking the elf into his arms. “I will not let anything happen to you, mellon-nin.” Aragorn spoke softly, watching as the elf’s eyes faded into reverie. “Come what may, I will love you and care for you until the end of time.” The only response the man received was a contented sigh from the elven prince as peace finally overtook him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas awoke the next morning from his reverie alone. He knew Aragorn would not have woken him, and gone off to work alone, but the elf wished the he would have at least said goodbye. Legolas tried to sleep for a while longer, but found that inside the tent was dark and stuffy, and even worse than being outside in the darkness. He slowly rose and crept outside, hoping that all the urukhai would be off somewhere else. The elf had just taken a step away from the tent when his hopes evaporated. “You! Elf!” Came a gruff voice. “What are you doing down here? You should be working!” “No! Please! I will sacrifice my rations for the day! I can not work! Please!” Legolas begged as two other uruks appeared out of nowhere and grabbed him by the arms. “Just for that, you will work through supper as well.” One of them ordered. The orcs started dragged the struggling elf away toward the work lines, pulling him by his arms and his hair. “Please!” Legolas screamed, and received a vicious kick to the head. The orc was about to issue another when a voice stopped him. “Stop!” Before Legolas could look up to see who had spoken in such a commanding tone a hand had shoved him down, face first, into the dirt. All three uruks bent to their knees and lowered their heads, but still kept their hands on Legolas. “What are you doing with him?” Legolas raised his head, and before the urukhai pushed him back down he saw the owner of the voice. The man was tall, quite tall, and had dark eyes, dark hair, and dark skin. Sauron. “He tried to get out of work, my lord.” The head orc explained. “We were taking him back to the lines.” “He looks terrible.” Sauron said, and Legolas couldn’t help but grunt at his insult. “He shouldn’t be working. Take him back to his tent.” The urukhai picked Legolas up and started to take him back, when the dark lord changed his mind. “No. Stop.” The orcs stopped. Sauron made his way slowly toward the prisoner, and reached out with his hand and lifted Legolas’ face, so that he could see it more clearly. The elf looked disgusted, as if he could not bear to look upon such an evil being. The dark lord tilted Legolas’ head in every direction, and let it fall back to Legolas’ chest. “Take him to my chambers.” Sauron commanded. “Chain him there.” The orcs nodded and carried Legolas off in the other direction, toward the tower of Barad-dur. The elf gasped, but did not struggle. He was too weak to do so, as fever had taken him once again. It seemed to the prince that the march to Sauron’s chambers would never end. He was jerked up a long pathway, and then up numerous flights of stairs. The elf tried to count them all, but lost count at one thousand and thirty four. Legolas was carried into a monstrous room, tiled in black stone, with a large, towering bed set in the middle of it. The orcs grabbed a chain attached to the end of the bed and locked is around Legolas’ ankle, and then left the room. The elf stood in momentary shock, and staring at the room around him. The only light shone from the numerous candles that lined the wall, and the furniture was scarce, and only included the bed, a desk, a small table, and a chair. Legolas pulled himself out of his immobilization and tested the chain around his ankle. It wouldn’t budge. The prince tried to pull the chain from the bed, but only succeeded in pulling the bed half an inch across the floor, and he knew it was hopeless. Legolas sighed and sat down on the bed. He was so exhausted. His struggle, though short, had been enough to cause his fever to rise, and he was covered in a thin layer of sweat that glistened from his skin. Legolas turned around and looked at the bed. He guessed it couldn’t hurt, and he was so... very, very tired. The elf lay down on the soft mattress, and before he even noticed, he had fallen into reverie. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A small noise struck Legolas’ ear. Pit-pat, pit-pat,down the hall. The elf’s eyes came quickly into focus and he stood from the bed. Someone was approaching. Legolas backed into the corner of the room, as far as he could go into the shadows, hoping the owner of those footsteps would not see him if they entered the room. The heavy oak door opened, and in walked Sauron. Evil loomed around him like water that dwelled in a hole. The dark lord closed the door and turned to find the slave. He knew Legolas was here, he could sense him. The dark eyes found the chain attached to the bed and followed the glistening steel across the gleaming floor into the shadows. Sauron’s eyes rose, to where the elf’s face should be, and could see two gleaming blue orbs staring back at him. They were full of fear, but held fire as well. “I see you, elfling.” Sauron said, his voice menacing. “Come out and let me see your face.” Legolas wanted to resist the evil man, but found himself unable to do so, and his feet carried him into the light and toward the man. “What is your name?” Sauron asked, caressing the elf’s face, and though Legolas’ mind screamed at him to retaliate, his muscles remained immobile. “I am called Legolas.” Legolas’ monotone voice replied automatically. “Legolas what?” “Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil.” Legolas knew in his mind he should not be giving this evil being so much information about him, but he found the words simply coming from his mouth, and he could not stop them. He knew that Sauron had some kind of mind control over him, but he had no idea it was this powerful. “Yes.” Sauron grinned. “You are Thranduil’s youngest son. The ‘little one,’ I believe.” “That is a name spoken only by my father and my brothers.” Legolas growled. “Your brothers? Yes, I remember them well.” Sauron jeered. “They tried to leave, to sail west, as all the others of your kin did. But just as the others, my uruks stopped them. Drove them into the ground, where they belong.” Legolas could do nothing but stand and glare. “I should do the same to you, but I will not. You are far too beautiful.” Sauron spoke, and walked around the elf, admiring him. “You are ill. The darkness, it eats at your soul, does it not?” The dark lord clapped his hands and suddenly the room was bathed in light. Legolas tilted back his head and basked in the brightness of the room. All his illness suddenly left him, and he felt replenished. Memories flooded his mind. Memories of days in the sun, riding through the woods with Aragorn, and swimming in the water of his favorite pond. “Lay down on the bed.” Sauron commanded, and Legolas snapped out of his daydream. Once again, his mind told him not to comply, but he found himself on the bed anyway. Before the elf knew what was happening, Sauron was straddling him, pulling off his clothes and kissing his mouth with bruising force. Legolas’ own body would not obey him, and he simply lay motionless, whimpering for this nightmare to cease. It did not, and the prince begged the dark lord to stop, when Sauron removed his own clothes and lay on top of the elf, trapping him in darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn made his way slowly back to his tent. He was so tired, and he could not wait to curl up with Legolas and sleep, but that was after he made sure Legolas felt alright. When the man came to the tent, he opened the flap and walked in. “Legolas?” The tent was empty. Aragorn turned and came out of the tent, searching around for the silken, blond hair. “He is not here.” A voice spoke. Aragorn turned to see an older man, probably just waiting to pass away from this barren place. He was withered and grey, and looked as if he had shrunken in height and girth. “Where is he?” Aragorn asked. “The uruks took him.” The man said, and pointed. “Into the tower.” “To Barad-dur?” Aragorn exclaimed. “Why?” “The evil one told them to.” The man spoke, and disappeared into his tent. Aragorn’s heart raced. Why had Legolas left the safety of his tent? And what did Sauron want with the elf? Aragorn had quite a few guesses, but refused to let his mind wander to them. With a determined step the man started off toward the tower, speaking to himself. “Please, Legolas, be alright. I am coming. I am coming for you, my love.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ”Please stop!” Legolas pleaded, as Sauron pulled his legs apart. “Hush, little one.” Sauron commanded, and Legolas’ mind obeyed, but his heart did not. The dark lord placed his throbbing member above Legolas’ entrance, and the elf whimpered when he saw the size of the man. *Please, let this be swift.* Legolas thought to himself. Sauron grinned wickedly at him, and Legolas whimpered again, wondering what evil thing the dark lord was plotting. Suddenly, Sauron drove his hips foreword, and Legolas let out a bloodcurdling scream as he was impaled, and felt something rip inside him. “Hush, my elfing.” Sauron whispered, placing a finger over Legolas’ mouth. Legolas continued to whimper and tears of pain streamed down his face as the dark lord rode him with brutal force. He would pull himself out of Legolas, and the pain would subside, and then come once again with a more severe pain than the last. The elf’s vision blurred, and he felt his body growing weaker and weaker with every thrust. His vision suddenly blurred swirls of scarlet and black, and he passed out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn had managed somehow, thanks to his skills as a ranger, to creep past the urukhai and into the looming tower before him. The halls and stairways went on for miles inside, and the man could not help but despair that he would never find his beloved. He did not dare to find a light, but instead saw only by the torches lit every so often on the stone walls. It was when the ranger heard a hair raising scream from down a long corridor that he knew Legolas was still there, but Aragorn had never heard him scream like that, and it frightened him even more, his blood chilling. Without thinking, Aragorn charged through a door that light seeped under, and he paused momentarily at the sight. Legolas lay on the bed, completely immobile, and looking extremely ill, as Sauron just began to crawl off of the elf’s limp body. In a rage, Aragorn let out a loud war-cry and bolted across the room toward Sauron, and grabbed the man’s shoulder’s, yanking him from the bed. The dark lord hit the floor with a sickening thud, and Aragorn approached him again, but this time the ring- bearer was ready, and he sent a powerful blow with his mind toward Aragorn, and the man sailed through the air and hit a wall, his head cracking loudly with the impact. His mind reeled, and his sight fogged. “You can not defeat me, mortal.” Sauron yelled, coming toward Aragorn. “None short of Isildur’s heir can harm me!” “Then you had better run.” A strong voice came. Aragorn turned to the doorway, where Gandalf stood, the old man from the tents behind him, and dozens of men behind him, all of them wearing the symbol of a white star. “Gandalf?” Aragorn gasped. “I thought you to be dead.” “Nay, Aragorn.” Gandalf spoke, smiling in spite of the situation. “I could not leave Middle Earth to suffer needlessly.” Sauron suddenly seemed to come out of shock, and started to raise his hands to perform some magic, but Gandalf was faster, and wiser, and the Istari lifted his staff and threw Sauron against the wall. “Aragorn.” Gandalf instructed, his face taught with concentration on the task at hand, “put it on. You know of what I speak. Only it can save you and your elf. Only it can save us all.” Aragorn looked down at the chain, and gently, as if in a trance, lifted the ring to look at it. The stars seemed to glow, and the ring itself hummed with power. The future king thrust the ring on to his finger, and soon felt life flow eagerly through him again. “Hurry, Aragorn!” Gandalf cried, and Aragorn leapt from his position on the floor. The old man approached him, and handed him a long object, bound in cloth. Aragorn took it, and quickly tore away the fabric, revealing a mighty sword. “Anduril.” Aragorn whispered in awe. “Aragorn!” Gandalf shouted, his face dripping beads of sweat and his eyes watering. Sauron writhed on the floor. Gandalf was losing. Aragorn strode across the room and stood before the dark lord, and suddenly, his form was not that of a ranger, or a man of the wild, but of a king, proud, noble, and strong. “No longer will darkness loom in Middle Earth.” Aragorn said, and with a powerful swing of his family’s sword, Sauron’s hand was sliced from his arm for the second time. A blinding light lit the room, and everyone there cowered, all but one. Aragorn stood and watched as the dark lord disappeared into thin air, as if he were dust being blown away. The one ring was left lying on the floor, and everyone stared at it. Aragorn bravely bent down, lifted the ring, and eyed it for a moment, before taking it in his hand, the same hand the bore the ring of Elendil, and closed his fist. When he opened his hand, the golden band was gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas slowly opened his eyes. He could hear cries from all around him. “The kind has returned!” “The Renewer is come!” “We are saved!” The elf turned his head to see Aragorn standing in the middle of the room. A beautiful sword glinted in his hand, and on his other he bore the ring, which seemed to glow. Legolas knew what had happened. A great weight seemed lifted from the elf’s shoulders, and the felt new and reborn. He stood steadily from the bed and pulled a robe which hung on the rail on to his body, and padded silently across the floor. Everything went quite, and everyone stood still, wondering where this elf had come from, and who he was, for he seemed to be luminescent, and held the beauty of the stars within him. Legolas wore a placid face as he approached Aragorn, and the man turned to look at him, relief on his face. But his relief turned to confusion, as Legolas knelt before him, taking his hand in his own. “Amin ista ta na lle ya varna ilya.” He whispered. (I knew it would be you who saved us all.) Then Legolas stood, smiling, and lifted Aragorn’s hand high into the air in victory, and his cry could be heard through all of Barad-dur and beyond. “Hail to Elessar! High King of Gondor! For he has saved us all!” A great cry went up from the camps and from the people. And a great celebration began as rays of sunlight glinted through the clouds. “Ta ilya yana an lle, melme.” (It was all thanks to you, my love.) Aragorn whispered in Legolas’ ear, and kissed the elf passionately on the lips. “You are the one who saved us all.”