A/N: I had this idea a long time ago, I hope you enjoy!

Elrond breathed in deeply, all the sudden the air in his study seemed to be thick and he couldn't breath normally.
'A nice ride in the forest around Imladris would be wonderful', thought Elrond.

He looked around the study, most of the work he had to do was done, the one ring was on its way to Mordor with Frodo. The fellowship has left yesterday's evening and he had given all of his advisors some time off so they could enjoy their life in case his plan went wrong.
He went to his rooms to change in some trousers and lighter clothes, took three daggers with him and was on his way to the stables.
After quickly readying his horse, he rode out in the quiet and cool forest.

He absently rode for a few hours and then suddenly noticed that he was outside the borders of Imladris. Luckily he had left the ring of air in his rooms and did not take it with him.

As the wind shifted he smelled a dreadful smell which he had hoped to never smell again in his life. Orcs were close and judging from the distant sounds which the wind carried over to him, they were moving in a quick pace which was frightening unusual for normal Orcs.
He took out his daggers and readied himself for the fight.

After waiting for another 10 minutes, he finally saw the Orcs closing in on him.
There were far more than he expected to see and they seemed taller and far stronger than normal ones.
Never the less he still prepared himself for a fight-if he was going to die here, he wouldn't die without putting up a fight.
The Orcs arrived and stormed towards him, it was then when he recognized them, the weren't Orcs, they were Uruk-hai!
He killed as many as he could but even with his long experience, he couldn't win against 40 Uruk-hai. After he had killed 18 he knew that he could never win the fight.

After he realized that,he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and his vision went black.
When he woke up again, it was night. He heard hoarse voices talk:

"So we caught the lordling at the first try? Lucky us!"

"It wasn't protected well, was it?"

Another said:

"What can we do with him? Eat him? I heard that Elves taste very good!"

-"No they taste really good but it's also very fun to play with them, they squeal so beautifully!"

"Nobody is eating or playing with him, he goes to Saruman! The Lord wants to do something with him, I don't know what but he needs him alive! No killing or eating any lordlings today but I am very happy to ignore any broken rips and new scratches. Harmed isn't dead, right? So go ahead and wake that lordling up, let's make him run!"

Elrond swallowed and closed his eyes. He heard steps coming closer and then he felt a splitting pain in his stomach and doubled over, feeling like he was going to be sick soon. After gagging for a while, the Uruk-hai who had kicked him pulled him up and bound a rope around his wrists, and when to Uruks began to run, Elrond found himself left with two options: either just letting himself dragged across the floor and risk death because of a badly broken bone or run with the Uruks until he collapses from exhaustion.

He decided that the latter would be the less painful one and ran with the Uruks.
Elrond ran and ran and ran until he just couldn't run any more, the sheer exhaustion knocked him down to his feet and he was dragged across the ground, receiving many bruises and scratches.

After hours of being dragged across the rough ground he finally fell into the relieving darkness.
When he woke, his body ached any he felt tired, so very tired. He distantly noticed that the Uruks were still around him and were getting ready to leave again.

He was tired, tired of running, tired of the ever present pain. He closed his eyes when he heard to Uruk approach again, he prepared himself for the pain the were surely going to inflict on him again.

The beast kicked him again, this time it hurt even more, Elrond didn't even manage to react this time, he let out a small groan and quickly fell into darkness once again.

He woke up and instantly noticed that he was being carried. Elrond didn't plan on letting them know that he was awake, he'd rather be carried than having to run again. It was very concerning that he was weakened so quickly, there was a time when he could take a lot more than just this.

However, Sauron had regained much of his former power and Elrond had not only spend his entire energy on healing the halfling Frodo but he had also used the rings and a fair share of his own power to protect the valley not only from the Nazgul, but also from Sauron.

He opened his eyes to see where exactly he was when he heard the footsteps of other running Uruks. It was a large group and they too seemed to carry prisoners but he couldn't recognize them nor what race they belonged to.

It was late when they stopped again, Elrond was still exhausted and the lack of food and water was catching up with him.

He was thrown on the floor next to the other prisoners.

"Lord Elrond?!",he heard a young voice crying.

"My lord?", asked the voice again only this time it was shaking.

"Look what they have done to him, Pip, just look!"

Pip? Elrond had heard that name before, Pip was… was… was short for Pippin. So Merry and Pippin had be captured.

He sighed and then opened his eyes. His vision had stopped being blurry and he had stopped being in agony.

Two of the hobbits which had joined the Fellowship sat there, next to him, on the ground. They looked far better of than him but they evidently were exhausted and one of them- Merry had a head wound which had stopped bleeding though.

"Are you alright?" Asked the younger hobbit, Piping tentatively.

"I'm ok", said Elrond and completely ignored the fact that his feet were aching and bleeding, he was thirsty and hungry beyond measure, oh and the fact that he could feel his power completely leaving him. The fading was getting worse, soon his fea would leave his body.

The hobbits had doubting looks on their faces and gave him another sceptical glance when Elrond winced as he sat up.

"We have to go on with the Half-elf, you can bring the other filthy halflings later this one is more important",said a tall Orc. "come on then", he bellowed and pulled him to his feet, Elrond stumbled forward and landed face first on the ground again.

He didn't even have time to protested when he was hurled up again and a rope was bound around his wrists. He was drugged with a potent Uruk-hai draught then the rope was pulled and Elrond had to start running to keep up with them and to stop him from falling down.

TBC, soon

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