Title: The Tears of a Fallen Warrior

Author: me^^ Tsugumiwolf! ^^

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!!!! Well…now that that's out of the way… Welcome! *dances* hehe…my first uber sad Legolas x Aragorn fic here ^^;;;;; um….WARNING: this is a slash (duh…) and um…angsty and contains slavery and rape…(aren't you scared YET? -_-;;;;;) Oh yes…the plot… muskrat (well everything else was taken…) seemed to make it's home in my computer for that time being…so hopefully you'll get some nice long chaps…only on account that my brain follows suit…on with the story!! (not that this is long but…-__-)

Authors note: this takes place before the 'ring' of power…-_-…also, Legolas and Aragorn have NEVER meet yet…EVER!…making that clear…EVER!!!! *twitches* *dies*...hehe…I live muskrats...0_o

Chapter: While Dreams Flood Your Soul

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The elf took the knife with trembling hands, 'It would solve everything…' he told himself painfully. He sighed and looked down at the sharp blade, 'I would be so easy…one slice…one swift move…' he thought, tears began to become apparent in his paling blue eyes. He carefully placed the blade against his soft skin, a dull pain drifted to his senses as the knife cut into his pale skin, drops of blood falling meaninglessly to the floor.

"Elf!" a rough voice shouted, the features on the elf's beautiful face completely vanished, the tears were wiped away and his face became emotionless. He swiftly tossed the dagger across the room, making sure it could not be seen in the deep night. "This is your new master…be grateful he wants you after how dirty you are…"the voice sneered, and the door opened.

The elf, though many in years, was still considered young among his kin. He had fair features, though extremely pale at the moment. A burly man, rough features traced his dark face. The fair immortal whimpered, the man looked rough and unkind to the eye.

"Hello love…" the man slurred the smell of liquor floated throughout the room. He almost fell atop the slim form, but caught himself on the bedpost. "I hear you're a fine pleasure toy…but no one's been able to break you properly…I'll change that…now that I've finally conjured enough money to buy you love… " he hissed into the elfs sensitive ear. I sent a shiver down his spine. The man roughly shoved his pray down to the hard bed cry escaped the elf's fair lips. The fair creature tensed considerably, and the man felt it. "Why so tense…you should calm down a bit…if you don't want it to hurt as much for you love…" he whispered intently, and then he bit down on the elfs frail ear. The elf moaned, and tilted his head backwards, a mix of emotions soared through him, pain, lust, anger, shame, and weakness rushed through his body. In his mind he didn't want the man's touch, but his body ached for it from the way his ear was being manipulated. The man clearly knew the weakness of elves.

While handling one of the elf's tender ears, he skillfully slid his hand up the elf's thin, green tunic, pinching one of the nipples. He watched as the figure below him cringed but did not make a sound, this was making the game much less entertaining, so he fingered it again, and pinched harder. Though he did not wish to, the elf gasped, and his breathing steadily became quicker and in short intakes.

"That's better…I do not wish to bed you lifeless…" he sneered, tearing off the elf's shirt, and roughly roaming the elf's slim upper form. The elf grew very angry and frustrated at this mans power, he quickly tried to gain the upper hand by kicking the man in his groin, he kicked up roughly, only to feel his leg caught but a strong arm. "Oh no elf…we won't be having that now…" the man smiled as he slid the hand that held the elf's leg, up his thigh, while the other hand still fiddled with the immortal creatures chest. As his hands worked he bit, nipped and suckled the elfs ears and down his neck.

"Please…" the elf whimpered pitifully, arching his back and leaning his head deeper into the soft pillow on the bed.

"Please what…?" he slurred the liquor in his breath caught the elfs senses. The man quickly found the elfs wait band and yanked it's leggings off.

"S-stop…" he cried, knowing the man would do no such thing, but wishing it would be over. The man quickly dispatched off his own leggings and soon both man and elf were nude.

"Oh no love…not now…" his voice made the elf cringed with fear as he felt himself being flipped onto his stomach, "It'll be over soon…" and with that…--

Legolas Greenleaf woke from the startling dreams. His breathing was unsteady, and his eyes darted around the room, looking for the large man. He sighed, he was in his bedroom, in his home…He brought his knees to his chest and began to softly cry. A sob escaped him and more tears flooded his flushed face.

'I hope no one heard me this time…' he thought to himself, the fear he felt seemed to drift away from the security he felt from his home.

"Legolas?" a knock came at his door, "Wake up, son…Your must leave early…" his fathers voice was kind and strong, full with many years of wisdom and bravery. When no answer came from his son he asked again, "Legolas?"

"I'm up Ada…I'll be to the dinning hall in a moment." He said, he tried his best not to sound frightful.

"Very good… Their will be a meal set for you when you arrive…" said Thranduil said as he walked down the hall way.

The elf sighed and rose from the large bed, the silk sheets that covered him fell back to the bed softly, showing his long slender legs and torso. Though they were strong and lithe, they boar many scars. A long deep gash lead from his lower neck down into the leggings he wore, other along his arm, and many smaller ones around his waist and chest.

The elf glided to his beautifully carved, wooden dresser, exquisite designs wrapped around the legs and handles, truly made by a master of the craft. He swiftly grasped the handle and opened one of the drawers. He lazily pulled out a dark green tunic and pale green leggings. He walked to the bathing room and looked down into a tub of fresh water that had been replaced for him earlier this morning.

'I'm in the mood to take a bath right now…who knows when I'll get another one…' he told himself, staring at his reflection in the pool. His long golden hair fell loosely to his shoulders, pale blue eyes stared back at him in his lone reflection. Small droplets of water hit the pool, causing small ripples in the water, blurring the elfs vision. "I hate myself…" he whispered out loud.

"Prince?" a sweet maiden's voice drifted through the air.

"Yes?" he asked, he dressed quickly, but forgot his shirt in the hurry, and waltzed into the other room. There was the maiden, bent over making the bed that the prince had once laid in. She quickly stood back up, a slight blush crept across her face. She was exquisite to be a maid, long strands of golden locks that were curled at the ends, big brown eyes, and a slim body.

"Sire…The King requires your presence at the dining hall know." The maid said delightfully, finishing the bed up and turning to leave.

"Thank you." he said as he slipped into the tunic he had picked out. The maid walked to the door, bowed respectively and left. Legolas sighed, he went to the small drawer next to his bed and snatched his weapons; two elven knifes, a bow and his quiver full of arrows on the side of the bureau. With that he left for the dinning hall.

***Dinning Hall***

"Ah Legolas! Come sit sit…" Thranduil ushered his son to a sit next to his. The hall was the largest room in the castle, paintings and tapestries hung from the walls, sculptures and pottery sat on displays of their own, only signifying their beauty.

"Are you ready son?" his father asked, a serious tone in his voice, "This is the first time your going out again in a while…" his father whispered, pieces of bread crumbs stuck to his long beard.

"I'm ready…I'll have the guards…I'll be fine" to tell the truth he was terrified. "As long as there are no men…" he whispered to end his statement.

Thranduil heard the pain the words held in Legolas' voice. He placed a comforting hand on his only son's shoulder. "Don't worry…you'll be fine.."

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Again I am aware that this chap is short…sorry I will have another chap up soon…sooooooooo what ya think? Love it? Hate it? Um…love it? *cough* no matter what please review…I feed off of them…feed…hell I live off em'…^^;;;;;;;;;