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No Way Out	By : mash Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-No Way Out
- 2-I
- 3-CH II
- 4-Ch III
- 5-Ch IV
- 6-ChV
- 7-Ch VI
- 8-CH VII
- 9-Ch VIII (BETAD)
- 10-Ch IX
- 11-Ch X
- 12-XI
- 13-Ch XII
- 14-Ch XIII
- 6
- 7
- 8
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CH VI

The shuffling of footsteps was the only sound that permeated along the dull passageways as the inmates silently and submissively were herded along the lengthy, dark corridors of the stadium like common cattle by the Haradrim soldiers.

Legolas was worried. He knew not where they were headed, and feared that circumstances would become worse before they got any better. Fate had brought them naught but anguish since arriving here, and his heart pounded as every step he took brought him closer to the dreadful scene that surely lay ahead.

He looked over his shoulder, making certain Haldir was still behind him and did not just suddenly vanish. He needed the silver-headed warrior, not for protection, but for his companionship. Whatever was to happen next, and if he were to meet his doom he wanted his only friend in this dreadful place by his side.

They abruptly came to a halt before two thick wooden doors, however they did not immediately enter. The guards moved forward, each using the ends of their spears to cut the captives bonds before the lead Haradrim turned to them and demanded they remove their clothes and throw them against the corner near to the door.

None questioned his orders, and the inmates immediately obeyed his command without hesitation. Legolas found himself blushing as he toed off each of his boots and bashfully slipped off his leggings before clutching the soiled garments against his groin.

Unashamed of his body, Haldir stripped his clothes and threw them over several heads into the corner. Quickly taking Legolas� clothes from him, he did likewise. Being the tallest person in here by a clear couple of inches, his height gave him great advantage to see what was going on up the front from almost the end of the line.

The doors creaked open and the men began moving into a large bathroom with many baths full of slightly brown tepid water. Being constantly away from home and normal bathing habits, Haldir was used to washing in water such as this, though he did not enjoy it. His only concern was for the Prince. Any refusal to bathe may end in punishment. Yet if he were to enter the water with his still healing abrasions they may become infected even worse.

Staying close to Legolas, Haldir led him to a bath that had not yet been used by anyone, so as to keep the water as clean as possible and gave Legolas the luxury of going first. Meanwhile, Haldir kept a close eye on all that was transpiring in the bathing chamber, eager for any possibility of escape.

The room itself appeared solid enough. No windows suggested they were still underground. Yet the water must have come from nearby, else the guards would not bother having them wash at all. A loud bang from the entrance of the room was heard by all and Haldir whirled around to see the doors had been closed, all the guards presumably on the other side as he could see none in here. And what could only be a bar dropping into place, securely locking the door sounded not long after.

Frowning at their captors' reasoning, Haldir mentally shook his head and went back to surveying the room, this time at least he did not have to do so discreetly.

Legolas stared at the shut doors with disbelief. In his nervousness he had truly expected the worst, and had been nearly certain by the men�s countenances that something terribly wrong was to happen, a severe beating with whips or flogs, or some other brutal instrument by the soldiers. Haldir had been right all along, it seemed, and now he felt particularly foolish. A bath! He nearly laughed with relief at the notion.

The Silvan Prince turned his attention back to the bathing pools. There had been large holes dug into the ground it seemed, so the metal basins fit snugly into the floor so that only the rounded rims stuck out. Haldir had brought him to the back of the chamber to a corner tub, and though several candle sconces lined the walls producing some light, their position at least afforded them some level of privacy.

Nodding at Haldir as the Marchwarden bid him to go in first, Legolas crouched down and gracefully slipped into the tub, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as the cool water enveloped his scraped knees and aching body. He closed his eyes for a moment and willed his muscles to relax, and when he finally opened them he found himself gazing up at the reflecting water on the ceiling�s surface. It was quite lovely, actually, almost hypnotic in its glowing, swaying movements, and probably the only beautiful thing he would see here. Well, he thought, as he glanced at the Lorien Elf, not the only beautiful thing.

As Haldir�s back was turned to him, Legolas found himself ashamedly examining the Marchwarden�s fair figure. From the broad, muscular shoulders, and the silver hair cascading half way down the light curve of his smooth back. The two taut, round cheeks of his buttocks, all the way down to his firm thighs and long legs. He was truly breathtaking, and guilty as he was for staring, he had difficulty tearing his gaze away.

He realized he was pressed for time, however, and quickly began scrubbing his body, starting with his feet and working his way up. He had to admit he was quite thankful for this chance to bathe. His own scent of sweat, as well as the blood, dirt and grime that covered his body was truly beginning to bother him. Never in his life had he been so filthy, (excluding those times in his childhood when he would splash around in puddles and mud) and he did not like the circumstances at all.

When Legolas finished washing his body, he gently threaded his fingers through his flaxen hair, freeing it of the mussed warrior braids of Mirkwood before dunking his head beneath the water�s surface, and scrubbing it with fierce vigour. He was reluctant to leave once he was finished, but he was uncertain when the Haradrim would be back to retrieve them, and was certain that his companion was just as eager to rid himself of the filth that covered his own person.

Lifting himself from the tub, and creating a splash as the water droplets cascaded down his pale flesh, Legolas� dripping feet slapped against the ground as he approached the other Elf. He blushed slightly, because of his own nudity and Haldir�s, and he mentally begged Iluvatar not to allow his body to humiliate him further by growing an erection as he stood alongside his very naked and very attractive friend.

�I am finished,� the Prince announced timidly.

Haldir nodded his head once and walked to the tub, carefully lowering himself into the murky water. Only years of bathing with fellow Elves at the barracks, out on patrols or in the communal baths stopped Haldir from perusing the Prince�s body. It was nothing he had never seen before, he told himself, knowing that reason was weak and his urge to look strong. Sliding comfortably onto the bottom of the tub, Haldir began work straight away, thoroughly cleansing himself body and soul of the dirt that had attached itself to him. His skin was almost red raw when he had finished, yet it was worth it. The stinging sensation gave solace to his purified state.

Dunking his head under the water, Haldir allowed his hair to be wet, but was rather put out that there were no hair oils to help it keep its silky feel and appearance. Ready to leave the bath, he looked around for towels, but finding none, hopped out, his hair clinging about his face, shoulders and back, water running down his lean, flat stomach and onto his legs. Feeling there was nothing to it, Haldir flipped his hair and shook his body like a big cat, flinging the water from his body.

From the corner of his eye Legolas caught the movement which directed his full attention to the Marchwarden. As Haldir stood upright, silver strands mussed, a tiny smile quirked the corners of the Prince�s lips. Before the Prince could stop it, the grin quickly grew until he could bear it no longer and a burst of laughter escaped him.

�Mock all you like, but I am drier than you,� Haldir said with all the confidence and arrogance he could muster and held his head up high as he walked to Legolas� side. Looking around, Haldir raised an eyebrow as most men were leaving the tubs and he suspected the guards would be back soon, yet as there were still some waiting in line for a bath, he could not be so sure. Glancing at Legolas with a somewhat bored expression that clearly stated �what now�?

Legolas quickly sobered, though the small smirk remained, and he looked in front of him, noting as the Men finished some gathering in small groups talking and more surprisingly, laughing. Being clean seemed to lighten their spirits, or perhaps they were simply mad. Either way, for the moment they seemed quite content.

�The guards will return soon, I imagine,� the Prince sighed, �I suppose we will just have to wait.�

Raising his arms Legolas carefully began to thread his hands through his hair, using his fingers to comb out the tangles. A brush would have been far more efficient, however with their lack of supplies, this would have to suffice.

Haldir watched Legolas curiously and soon mimicked the Prince�s movements as he too attempted to rid himself of the tangles which had lodged firmly in his hair. Flinching a few times as his fingers caught on some rather stubborn knots, Haldir�s digits had eventually woven through his hair enough to sufficiently free his silver locks from most tangles.

As he did this, he also closely observed the other prisoners whom were starting to show some normalcy as they conversed and socialised amongst themselves. Haldir was almost willing to go over and introduce himself properly and ask them for any knowledge on a way out of here. However, a few barely noticeable sly looks in his and Legolas� direction made him stand his ground. As naturally as possible, Haldir straightened himself to his rather impressive height and flexed his muscles somewhat, displaying precisely why he was the Marchwarden of Lothlorien, and the formidable warrior he was born to be.

Rolling his eyes, Legolas merely shook his head to himself with the returning smirk. He had seen his elder brothers show off in a similar fashion, whether it be to catch some maiden�s fancy or other odd reason, and had always teased them about it, finding it silly and quite foolish. However, he had to admit to himself that he was quite impressed with the Marchwarden�s build, though he was not about to mention it anytime soon.

�Are you enjoying yourself then, Haldir?� He remarked sarcastically with raised eyebrows.

�Despite what you may think, there is a reason for what I am doing,� Haldir replied in a slightly superior tone, clearly announcing how unamused he was at Legolas� goading.

Legolas made a small noise in his throat, the tone making it clear that it was simply to humour the other Elf.

Haldir raised his eyebrow at the impertinence of the Prince, but let it go none-the-less. He went back to standing tall, every now and then sending a few harsh looks around the room, his gaze clearly telling any and all to stay away. Yet whispers continued and eyes kept straying back to the two Elves, obviously not in the least bit threatened.

Legolas did not need eyes to realize they had become the center of attention. Even if he was blind he would still feel the many gazes upon them, and despite Haldir�s impressive display he doubted the prisoners were discouraged.These men were either completely fearless or very stupid, for even though several of them did match up to the Marchwarden�s own physique, none equalled in Elven agility.

Bare feet slapping against the ground and an approaching shadow from behind drew the Prince�s attention, and he turned his head to the nearing figure, watching him cautiously with narrowed eyes.

�Haldir,� he murmured, �Haldir, someone approaches.�

Haldir rolled his eyes at Legolas� �alertness� but refrained from any cutting remarks. He continued to carefully take note of the steps� direction and he knew that the man was going for a tactical rear attack. However, with all the sounds his feet made upon the ground, it was hardly to be a surprise.

It was then that Haldir noticed another out of the corner of his eye. Looking about in suspicion, he then realised the louder individual was a decoy, to be used to gain the Elves� attention while the others got into position. Looking around, Haldir suspected fifteen of the men were part of the attack, though it was hard to estimate as even those involved looked to be deep in thought, conversation or wandering aimlessly about the room. Individually, Haldir supposed they had no direction or objective. However, there was too much of a pattern to their movements when seen in a group manifestation.

�My Prince,� Haldir ordered in a tone that Legolas would not refuse and without further words, rather harshly grasped the younger Elf�s arm and sternly marched around the room. He had no plans other than to keep moving until the soldiers came back� not knowing what these men intended to do, though one look at the Prince and he thought he could guess. He knew this tactic would not deter his fellow captives for long, but at least a moving target would make it harder for them to attack successfully. Rarely had Haldir ever fought men, but knew from what little experience he had that he would be able to handle eight at a time, ten if he were at full strength. He doubted Legolas could defeat seven, yet there was hope that if they combined their efforts and moved as one, they could overpower the men. Or at least hold them off until the soldiers came back.

Still holding Legolas� arms tightly, Haldir continued his erratic walking manoeuvres around the room.

�Mayhap we are overreacting,� Legolas suggested, though his tone of voice contradicted his own words. He did not like the look he had seen in the Men�s eyes. He was not afraid, but he was somewhat uneasy, and besides, Haldir�s instincts had proven reliable earlier, and Legolas was not about to doubt him now.

Haldir was herding him through the chamber and between the captives, vaguely bringing to mind the thought of going through a maze, albeit a maze wrought with threats. Legolas would have rather faced the men head-on, despite his apprehension, in his youthful arrogance believing the two of them were invincible against mere mortals. They were Elves, the wisest and most agile of Iluvatar�s creatures. And though he was taught respect for all Arda�s creations, he had lived a very sheltered life up until his coming of age and had not yet learned what the different peoples of Middle-earth were truly capable of.

They were forced to halt in their tracks when one rather large man blocked their path in a rather tight corner, and when they attempted to side-step him, Legolas felt his damp hair roughly seized and as he was yanked back with a surprised grunt, the inmate�s other hand came hurtling down in a chopping motion, separating Haldir�s own grasp on the Prince�s arm.

Before either Elf had a chance to react, other prisoners stepped between them, blocking the two Eldar from each other�s view.

Legolas tried to whirl around on the Edan that held him, but the tight grasp on his flaxen locks as he was held at arm�s length prevented him from doing so.

Haldir was alarmed at how easily the Man had separated the two Elves. Then again, with one holding Legolas� hair, and another choking him with his forearm from behind, Haldir supposed it was not all that surprising. However, they were not going to stay like this for long.

As the air was slowly being cut off to and from his body, Haldir threw his head back with all his might, hearing the other man�s nose crack with a satisfied crunch. Punching and pushing the few Edain that surrounded him away, Haldir�s gaze sought Legolas. And though he could not see him, the Marchwarden could hear the Prince�s whimpers and pained grunts from within a tight circle of Men.

His anger boiling within him, he charged.

Legolas did not even have a chance to brace himself before the Man restraining him brutally wrenched his hair forward, the sudden action forcing a yelp from the Prince�s lungs as his body connected with the cold, hard floor. Only just healed from his recent concussion, the pain, as well as the dizziness, sent his mind reeling as his head connected with the ground, and he groaned low in his throat as he attempted to struggle onto his hands and knees when reality blurrily sank back into his mind.

This action was quickly halted, however, as a kick to the mid-section had him gasping as the air was stolen from his lungs. And before his body had a chance to recover, he found himself pressed roughly against the chilly floor on his back, arms pinning him down as another set of fists delivered blows to his exposed chest and stomach. He struggled and bucked with all his might, but the Men overpowered him, and as he gasped for breath the only thought that registered in his mind was; �why are they doing this?�

�Release me,� he cried, �I�ve done nothing to you!� Again he bucked under the Edain�s weight, hoping to make them loosen their grip enough so he could maybe escape, but he had no chance against them. There were too many. Bruises and cuts no doubt marred his pale flesh now, though the damage to his body was the last thing on his mind at this moment. He was having difficulty breathing, and his head was throbbing with pain. The dizziness from the blow to his head left him temporarily dazed.

Haldir? Where was he? They had been side by side not moments ago. Legolas could not see, and his concern for the other Elf was quickly mounting. Could he be hurt? No� no Man was any match for the Lorien Boarder guard. He was twice as strong as any of the Second Born.

Just as the Mirkwood Elf was on the brink of reality, he felt the blows suddenly come to a halt. At first he believed the Men finally took pity on him, or possibly thought him dead. But as he lay there, motionless, the only sign of life being raspy breathing, he once again felt his hair being grabbed and pulled and he was forced onto weak, trembling legs, quickly restrained from behind before he had chance to flee.

He panted harshly, his chest heaving, so starved for oxygen were his lungs from both the struggling and the physical attack. He absently shook his head in desperation to clear it, though this seemed to cause the ache to worsen, and saliva mingled with blood unconsciously dripped from his mouth.

When he finally met the cold eyes of the man staring down cockily before him, Legolas fixed him with his own icy glare, his lips slightly parted.

�What is it you want?� the Prince growled.

The Edan took a step forward, his eye contact steady, and with an arrogant smirk fitting that of an escaped criminal he replied with a stroke of his hand to the Prince�s genitals, and only then did Legolas� countenance slowly change from anger to fear.

�You.�

Legolas� eyes went wide, and in a sudden rush of panic he jerked forward in desperation, only to have the restraining arms at his back and around his arms to tighten. He was trapped and utterly helpless, and as he felt a rough hand grab him cruelly where only a lover�s hands should touch, and fingers sneak around him beginning to probe for one particular destination, only one name was whimpered from Legolas� lips as blinding fear took hold of him.

�Haldir!�

To Be Continued�.

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REVIEWS

Jilly: LOL! Don't worry, Jilly, though our dear Mawgy's working hard, she hasn't given up on us yet :D Your shameless plea has been answered. We hope this chapter's enough to quench your craving till the next :P

Lioncourt: Thank you, we're both very glad you're enjoying this. Personally I've never seen The Gladiator (maybe Mawgy has, I'll have to ask her) but I'm sure it's pretty good. We're not quite sure how long this fic will run for, but there are still many chapters ahead!

Ertia: *Ash hides behind Mawgy* Don't worry, everything will be ok.... eventually :P

MorierBlackleaf: LOL!! Yes, OUR Elves :P Mawgy and I already claimed custody of them. While Legolas and Elrond belong to me, Mawgy owns Erestor and Glorfindel (I wanted Glorfindel, but he belongs to Erestor, and Mawgy owns him :( ) Haldir's still free, however :P

Yanic: lol, don't worry about the spelling, hun, we knew what you meant :P Yes, we felt like doing some cuddly little Thranduil and Legolas scene. I have reason to believe Thranduil wasn't always as hot-headed as he's portrayed.

DarkHorse: And thank you for your lovely comments :) That was exactly the vision we were trying to create; while Legolas is young and naive, Haldir's experienced and wise.

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