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…

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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.

Chapter One


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.