Rating: PG-13 for torture

Disclaimer: I own nothing from LOTR…blah, blah, blah…
I’m not totally sane and- EVIL, PURPLE, FLYING MONKEY TATERS!!! ;D

Genre: torture/angst/hurt/comfort…all the good stuff 🙂

Author’s Note: Special thanks to my beta, I_love_aragorn_ (AKA Celebwen), who is just as corrupted by Cassia and Sio as me…(he he…torture devices, Nazgul, and spiders!)

I thought that since Aragorn and Legolas are ALWAYS the poor, unfortunate souls getting tortured, it was Elladan and Elrohir’s turn. *evil grin* Even though Aragorn and Legolas are still two of the main characters, it often switches to Elladan and Elrohir (because, of course, they’re the ones that are captured). Soooooooo…how’s the weather? *ducks flying objects that are being hurled @ her* Well I guess I should start the story before you people get a lucky shot…

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The man’s eyes were mere slits. The site he beheld was unknown to him. A human, a ranger to be more exact, was actually calling the Eldar twins his brothers. Brothers. How could that be? He just didn’t understand. It had to be stopped. The mortal was now glad that he had accepted the rangers’ invitation to ride with them and their elven companions to the nearest town. The man had held a burning hatred for the elves since he was very young and would have killed them instantly if he wasn’t so outnumbered. The “brothers” were from Rivendell and apparently hunted in the areas near their home often. The human made an oath then and there that he would see this unacceptable behavior from the ranger and the elves put to an end…forever.

~*~
3 years later…
~*~

“Elrohir, you’re going to get us in trouble!” Elladan shouted at his brother.
The younger twin was laughing hysterically.
Aragorn flung himself onto the riverbank, still coughing and sputtering.
“You,” he pointed at Elrohir, “will pay for that.”
The elf looked around innocently.
“You can’t blame me for your own clumsiness.”
“But I can blame you for tripping me!”
Legolas sat silently by a tree. He wasn’t going to become involved in this like he had before. It would be a mistake. He would only have to suffer the wrath of the twins when that happened. The prince carried on like nothing was happening, and went about inspecting his arrows.
“Well if you want me, you’ll have to go through Legolas!” Aragorn said, moving to stand near the blond elf.
“Oh no, don’t get me into this again!” Legolas shoved the ranger away.
Aragorn stuck his tongue out.
Legolas raised an eyebrow.
“So that’s how it is?” He stood there tapping his foot for a second then suddenly launched himself at the man. Aragorn, expecting this, side-stepped just in time. The elf fell and rolled into the river. A few seconds later, Legolas flopped out of the water, soaking wet. His eyes narrowed as his gaze fell on Aragorn, and he ran after the ranger as Estel sprinted off into the forest. The twins, deciding it was no use just standing there, followed them.

~*~

Legolas finally caught up with Aragorn and wrestled him to the ground. After a small skirmish, they headed back to their camp.
“You should have just left me out of this.”
Aragorn tried to brush the rest of the dirt off his sleeve but, his clothes still being damp, only left a streak of mud.
“You shouldn’t have expected me to just stand there and look dumb while you tackled me.”
“What can you expect from a stupid human?”
The ranger shoved him.
The friends stopped abruptly as they walked to the river’s edge, where they had made camp. There was an unsettling still over the area, and the twins were nowhere in sight.
“Legolas…where are my brothers?”
“They were following us. I thought they turned back, but apparently I was wrong.”
Estel sighed.
“Okay! Joke’s over! You can come out now!” Aragorn stared up at the trees.
Silence…
“Elladan! Elrohir! It isn’t funny anymore! Come down or I’ll tell Ada about all of this!”
Nothing. Only the same, terrifying silence.
“Estel, something’s wrong. They’re not here.”
“Then where are they?”
His question was answered but not by Legolas. A shout was heard. Legolas could just barely make out what they were saying. “Don’t touch him!” The friends exchanged glances and began running, as fast a they could, in the direction the scream came from.
~*~

Aragorn stopped running and signaled to his companion to look at the ground.
Tracks. They went in every direction suggesting that a small fight took place. The ranger could not tell how many there were exactly. Among them he could recognize only four. One man, two orcs, and one elf…
“Strider, what has happened?”
The human followed the tracks for a few minutes and it became clearer to him what had happened. Three orcs, one man, and two elves.
“My brothers…they’ve been captured.”

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