Enslaved by the Enemy

Author: Me!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Tolkien's. All credit goes to his brilliant mind!

A/N: This isn't a happy, romance story, so if you want a story like that, keep looking, 'cuz you ain't gonna find it here! I accept flames along with criticism and compliments. Okay, in this story, The War of the Ring NEVER happened. So it will be completely different from anything you have read. Aragorn is King of Gondor, and Legolas is still Prince of Mirkwood. All thoughts will be in Italics. Translations will be at the bottom of each chapter. Review!

Warning: This story will contain Elf torture! If you don't like it, don't read it! If you do like it, enjoy reading! There will also be a lot of violence and mild language and slash! Please make sure you know this before you decide to flame me. I just want to make sure you know first. (The rape mentionings WILL be slightly detailed! So beware! I'm warning you ahead of time! It will be your own fault if you didn't read the warning! )

Rating: R for violence, mild language, rape mentionings etc.

Prologue

The Elven Prince urged his stallion faster. The men pursuing him were getting closer with each stride his horse took. "Noro lim, Aphadon, noro lim!" he whispered in his native tongue. His horse snorted and lengthened his gallop. The Wood-Elf desperately wished trees were there for him to hide in, but all around him was desert. An arrow whistled past the Elf's head. The attackers had taken to their weapons to bring the Elf down.

Another arrow came up with blinding speed but this time hit the intended target. The Elf gasped and slid from his saddle, surprised by the sudden unwanted pain that had entered his lower back. Aphadon reared and neighed, startled by his master's sudden wish to dismount and lie in the dirt. The immortal gripped the arrow and pulled it out. Hoof beats thundered up behind the Elf and his noble steed. Men with evil grins jumped off their horses and surrounded the Elven Prince.

The Prince stumbled to his feet and grabbed his twin knives, twirling them around in his hands, daring the humans to come closer. They laughed and jeered at the outnumbered Elf; one particularly large man flung forward a lasso and caught one of the Elf's arms in the rope. He jerked it back, forcing the Elf to drop his knife and lose his balance. Another man swung his lasso out and caught the Elf's other arm, making him drop the other Elvish knife. The two men yanked the ropes back and caused the Elf to lose his footing. He crashed to the ground; the men were on him in seconds, binding his slim hands and feet with thick, crude rope.

"Stand back! Let me see the Elf!" The men reluctantly parted and let their Commander pass through. A handsome man dressed in the Gondorian Army uniform walked up. "You knew we would catch you sooner or later, Elf. You should have given up; you would be unharmed right now." The Elf struggled against the tight arms holding him on the ground.

"Your treachery will reach Aragorn soon enough. I won't be in your filthy hands long," spat the Elf. The man flashed a smile that glittered next to his tan skin. "Take off the ropes from his feet. He will walk to meet their Majesties and the Prince," said the former Commander from Gondor.

"I'd rather ride my own horse," the Elf retorted. The man shook his cultured head and pointed to a man holding a noose. The thick rope was slipped over his head and tightened until the Prince choked. This won't do, he thought. I'm a Prince. Not some cursed unruly beast! I resent being treated like one! The men walked their horses to form a circle around the Silven Elf. The Commander took the rope that was tied around the Elf's neck and attached it to his saddle horn.

The Elf looked back at his forgotten weapons and his faithful horse. "Noro! Treneri Ada!" Aphadon stood where he was, staring at his master and wondering why he was leaving him in the middle if the desert. "Noro!" The horse sped off in the direction of Mirkwood.

"Stupid Elf!" snarled the Gondorian. He smacked him hard across the face; the Prince was caught off guard, lost his balance and hit his head on a large boulder and fell unconscious. The Commander grunted and pulled the Elf off the ground and in front of him on the saddle. The Elf's body slumped back and his head rested on the man's shoulder. He had a fair, smooth skin, very desirable. "His Highness will definitely enjoy breaking you, Prince Legolas."

Noro lim= Ride fast

Aphadon= Follower (Stupid name for a horse, huh?)

Noro= Go

Treneri Ada= Tell Father (I know a horse can't talk and all, but oh well!)

A/N: Just in case you're confused give you a little summary.

Summary: King Aragorn executed a thousand Haradrim soldiers. To retaliate, the Haradrim kidnapped the Commander, who was a personal friend of Aragorn. The Commander made a deal with their King: he could deliver them an Elven Prince in exchange for his freedom. The King agreed but made the Commander swear he would never tell the King of Gondor and he had his full allegiance. The fool of a Commander agreed and wrote a fake letter to Legolas, Elven Prince of Mirkwood, saying Aragorn was in need of his immediate assistance. Legolas left quickly but on his way there, the Haradrim attacked him. So now he's in the hands of the enemy.