First attempt at a fic, so don't hate me if it's not the best. Please r/r.
Title: Prisoner
Author: Ella
Rating: P-13 (for violence and torture)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Wish I did. All is property of J.R.R.
Tolkien. No money is being made. This is for pure enjoyment only (if that's what it can be called).
Summary: AU. King Arathorn banishes all elves from the face of
Middle-Earth, and kills those who don't leave. Legolas, while
trying to survive in a place where elves are outcasts, gets
captured and becomes a prisoner to Prince Aragorn (who was
raised to hate elves). Yet after a horrid event, a strange and
unexpected friendship is formed, forcing Aragorn to choose
between what is right and the respect of his father. NO SLASH
Author's Note: Okay, I know this is totally AU, but my crazy imagination has to go somewhere. Anyway, this my weird version of how our favorite elf and ranger met. Just to fill you in, everything in this story is all upside down. Basically, switch Arathorn and Gilraen. Gilraen died, therefore, she never took Aragorn to Rivendell (therefore, he knows nothing of Elves). Arathorn, who is a cruel, heartless, elf-hating (you'll find out why later) king, raises Aragorn on his own and raises him to despise Elves. I think that's all you need to know. Everything else will be said in the story, I promise. Also, please forgive me for any grammar/spelling mistakes I could have made. I tried editing this the best I could, but English is not my native tongue.
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Prisoner
He ran. He ran as fast as Valar would let him. All around him was a disturbing noise of silence. All was so soundless that his light feet echoed throughout the forest. Yet he paid no heed to the inert atmosphere that surrounded him.. All he cared about was running on. Running far and fast. Out of this place that cause him so must misery and pain.
Legolas spotted a tree and swiftly climbed into it. He looked down to see how far back the guards of Gondor were. Apparently, they had fallen behind, for the elf's agility aloud him to move much faster on foot than them. The Prince of Mirkwood cursed himself for being found after years of hiding.
Several years ago, King Arathorn banished all Elves from Middle- earth and forced them to leave for Valinor before their time. Any elf seen was immediately executed by the hands of Arathorn himself. After his entire family was killed for not leaving, Legolas made a vow upon the grave of his father that he shall leave until he has avenged the death of his family and all the other Elves that were brutally murdered. He also had a task to accomplish. One given to him by his mother.
How could he be this careless? How could he have let himself be caught?
******************** Flashback ********************
"Get up!" yelled Anarcis, captain of the army of Gondor, pulled a poor child up on his feet.
"Let me go! I have done nothing to you!"
Legolas glanced out from behind a bush at the scene unrolling before him. He's has been tracking this group of soldiers for quite some time.
"You're a thief! You stole from the King of Gondor."
"I was hungry. I hadn't eaten in three days."
"Tell that to someone who cares. But right now, you shall pay for your crimes." Anarcis signaled to a soldier, who lifted the boy by the hand and dragged him over to a tree stump, slamming his palm down against it. Anarcis unsheathed his sword and was about to bring it down upon the boy's wrist.
Legolas couldn't let the man do this to the boy. He cared nothing for the human race, but he couldn't turn his back on an innocent child who stole an apple from the market just so he could eat. The Elf warrior leaped out from his place in the bushes.
"Let the him go!" commanded Legolas.
"This is none of your business," said the captain. Legolas wore a hooded cloak, so his identity was unknown to the men. "Leave now, while you're still whole."
As if not hearing the man's words, Legolas promptly repeated himself.
"Let him go."
Anarcis moved away from the boy and advanced towards Legolas. The prince had his hand ready on his dagger. Not much a small dagger can do against many swords, but Legolas could not risk exposure by using his bow and arrow.
"I don't think you want to do this," said Anarcis, as he pointed his sword at Legolas.
"You're right. I don't. But I have to!" With those words, Legolas pulled out his dagger and pushed the sword away. "Run!" he yelled to the boy, who quickly did as he was told, taking advantage of the diversion. The group of soldiers immediately hurled at him, but the elven prince was much too quick. He gracefully moved around them, and took them out. But just as he leaped to the side, he slammed into a man and slightly tottered, causing the his hood to fall back, exposing his fair elven features.
"You're an Elf!" exclaimed Anarcis. "Your kind is forbidden. King Arathorn will be very pleased to get rid of you."
Legolas knew that he lingered here way too long. Fighting now was useless. He had to get out.
********************* End of Flashback ********************
Legolas was brought back from his deep thoughts by the sound of the men below him. He watched as they ran forward, passing the tree. Once out of Legolas' keen sight and hearing range, he jumped down to the earth, landing in a cat-like grace. What he didn't encounter was the presents of another. Anarcis has been hiding behind the tree, expecting this. He came up from behind, and as soon as Legolas turned around, a harsh smote was delivered upon him, and he fell to ground. The last thing he felt before darkness claimed him, was the burning pain of rough ropes bounding his hands behind his back.
So what do you think? Worth continuing?
Title: Prisoner
Author: Ella
Rating: P-13 (for violence and torture)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Wish I did. All is property of J.R.R.
Tolkien. No money is being made. This is for pure enjoyment only (if that's what it can be called).
Summary: AU. King Arathorn banishes all elves from the face of
Middle-Earth, and kills those who don't leave. Legolas, while
trying to survive in a place where elves are outcasts, gets
captured and becomes a prisoner to Prince Aragorn (who was
raised to hate elves). Yet after a horrid event, a strange and
unexpected friendship is formed, forcing Aragorn to choose
between what is right and the respect of his father. NO SLASH
Author's Note: Okay, I know this is totally AU, but my crazy imagination has to go somewhere. Anyway, this my weird version of how our favorite elf and ranger met. Just to fill you in, everything in this story is all upside down. Basically, switch Arathorn and Gilraen. Gilraen died, therefore, she never took Aragorn to Rivendell (therefore, he knows nothing of Elves). Arathorn, who is a cruel, heartless, elf-hating (you'll find out why later) king, raises Aragorn on his own and raises him to despise Elves. I think that's all you need to know. Everything else will be said in the story, I promise. Also, please forgive me for any grammar/spelling mistakes I could have made. I tried editing this the best I could, but English is not my native tongue.
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Prisoner
He ran. He ran as fast as Valar would let him. All around him was a disturbing noise of silence. All was so soundless that his light feet echoed throughout the forest. Yet he paid no heed to the inert atmosphere that surrounded him.. All he cared about was running on. Running far and fast. Out of this place that cause him so must misery and pain.
Legolas spotted a tree and swiftly climbed into it. He looked down to see how far back the guards of Gondor were. Apparently, they had fallen behind, for the elf's agility aloud him to move much faster on foot than them. The Prince of Mirkwood cursed himself for being found after years of hiding.
Several years ago, King Arathorn banished all Elves from Middle- earth and forced them to leave for Valinor before their time. Any elf seen was immediately executed by the hands of Arathorn himself. After his entire family was killed for not leaving, Legolas made a vow upon the grave of his father that he shall leave until he has avenged the death of his family and all the other Elves that were brutally murdered. He also had a task to accomplish. One given to him by his mother.
How could he be this careless? How could he have let himself be caught?
******************** Flashback ********************
"Get up!" yelled Anarcis, captain of the army of Gondor, pulled a poor child up on his feet.
"Let me go! I have done nothing to you!"
Legolas glanced out from behind a bush at the scene unrolling before him. He's has been tracking this group of soldiers for quite some time.
"You're a thief! You stole from the King of Gondor."
"I was hungry. I hadn't eaten in three days."
"Tell that to someone who cares. But right now, you shall pay for your crimes." Anarcis signaled to a soldier, who lifted the boy by the hand and dragged him over to a tree stump, slamming his palm down against it. Anarcis unsheathed his sword and was about to bring it down upon the boy's wrist.
Legolas couldn't let the man do this to the boy. He cared nothing for the human race, but he couldn't turn his back on an innocent child who stole an apple from the market just so he could eat. The Elf warrior leaped out from his place in the bushes.
"Let the him go!" commanded Legolas.
"This is none of your business," said the captain. Legolas wore a hooded cloak, so his identity was unknown to the men. "Leave now, while you're still whole."
As if not hearing the man's words, Legolas promptly repeated himself.
"Let him go."
Anarcis moved away from the boy and advanced towards Legolas. The prince had his hand ready on his dagger. Not much a small dagger can do against many swords, but Legolas could not risk exposure by using his bow and arrow.
"I don't think you want to do this," said Anarcis, as he pointed his sword at Legolas.
"You're right. I don't. But I have to!" With those words, Legolas pulled out his dagger and pushed the sword away. "Run!" he yelled to the boy, who quickly did as he was told, taking advantage of the diversion. The group of soldiers immediately hurled at him, but the elven prince was much too quick. He gracefully moved around them, and took them out. But just as he leaped to the side, he slammed into a man and slightly tottered, causing the his hood to fall back, exposing his fair elven features.
"You're an Elf!" exclaimed Anarcis. "Your kind is forbidden. King Arathorn will be very pleased to get rid of you."
Legolas knew that he lingered here way too long. Fighting now was useless. He had to get out.
********************* End of Flashback ********************
Legolas was brought back from his deep thoughts by the sound of the men below him. He watched as they ran forward, passing the tree. Once out of Legolas' keen sight and hearing range, he jumped down to the earth, landing in a cat-like grace. What he didn't encounter was the presents of another. Anarcis has been hiding behind the tree, expecting this. He came up from behind, and as soon as Legolas turned around, a harsh smote was delivered upon him, and he fell to ground. The last thing he felt before darkness claimed him, was the burning pain of rough ropes bounding his hands behind his back.
So what do you think? Worth continuing?