Warning, It will be a bit of torture in this chapter. Don't like it don't read :) (and yes I will start with this thick text in the notes ;))

It was past midnight when Legolas came back to the awakening world. He couldn't find the strength to open his eyes, but he could feel he was bumping up and down. Everything in his body hurt, especially his chest, and he felt dangerously sick. Suddenly his mind awoke from the pain and he could hear grunts and grumpy voices everywhere around him. A warm liquid was running down his forehead, over his nose and lips, and he felt on the taste that it was his own blood. His head hurt terrible, and he knew he had a concussion.

"The scum is awake!" A little Orc yelled, making Legolas squeeze his eyes shut as his head was throbbing badly.

"We're almost there. Then Saruman can get some answers." A bigger Orc replied, smirking.

Legolas eyes snapped open, and what he saw made him almost wanna puke ever more.

He was in the middle of a crowd of orc's, he was was roughly thrown over one of them's shoulders.
It smelled of rotted meat, and blood, making Legolas breath through his mouth instead. But as his teeth began to shatter, he had no choice. The smell made him more sick.

Than a thousand questions hit Legolas, and his eyes opened again.

Aragorn. Where was he? Was he coming after him? Was he alive? What happened to Boromir? Where is the Gimli and the hobbits? Where is Mithrandir?

He struggled with the rope around his wrists, but quickly gave up as his earlier broken arms treated to broke again as they wasn't fully healed. The Orc that carried him grunted and he almost stopped breathing in fear.
He sighed defeated, and bravely waited for what was about to happen.

After sunset Aragorn began to admit to himself that he is getting tired. His legs hurt, his back hurt, his throat hurt. Suddenly he almost couldn't breath anymore so he was forced to stop. Gimli stopped beside him, he was also out of breath, but not as much as the injured ranger.

"Maybe we should rest for an hour?"

"Then they will reach Isengard." The ranger panted.
"We are not far behind, I can almost feel their footsteps in the ground. They are at most an hour ahead of us."

Aragorn panted heavily. His knees buckled under him and he fell to his knees. Colours played before his eyes and he vomited over the ground, his throat hurting terrible.

"You alright laddie?" Gimli asked once Aragorn was done and raised a hand to wipe his mouth.

"Yes."

Gimli nodded and looked around him, spotting a small oak. Not big, but big enough for a cover.

"We should rest there." Said Gimli and pointed to the tree.

Aragorn nodded and rose back to his feet and followed Gimli there, sinking down to the ground once more.

He knew they couldn't rest for long, but he only needed a few minutes to stop his stomach from rolling.

He leaned back against the tree, and breathed deeply. Just as he was a little less lightheaded his head hurt. It felt like a arrow pierced it, and he screamed out, clutching his head in pain.

"Aragorn!" Gimli looked at him in horror.

"I'm alright..." He whispered and rested his head in his knees.

'The arrows had poison...' His head screamed at him as he leaned forward and vomited one more time.

Everything hurt, but he didn't think it was anymore then that. Maybe if he just kept breathing it would work out without something more serious.

He tried to rise but fell immediately, so he leaned back against he tree and quickly, and without meaning to, fell asleep.

Legolas gasped in pain as the Orc trowed him into a cell. He slammed the door shut, and Legolas could hear how he put lock on the door.

He sighed and slowly moved to lie on his back, hissing in pain every movement cursed him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing.

"Aragorn, where are you Melamin?" He whispered for himself before he fell asleep in the smell of rotten flesh.

Aragorn's eyes shot open, and he realised the sun in beginning to rise over the sky.

"Gimli, we must keep moving!" Screamed the ranger, scolding himself for sleeping so long.

Gimli awoke, and was quickly on his feet.

They continue to run once as they have nothing to carry, but Aragorn with a heavy feeling in his chest.

Legolas didn't sleep for long as Saruman himself entered the cell. He closed the door so Legolas couldn't escape. He knew he couldn't, but locked it anyway.

He kneeled down next to the elf, and ask with a voice that made Legolas flinch.

"Where is the ring bearer?"

The dying elf opened his eyes to glare at the wizard in front of him.

"I won't tell you..." He whispered weakly, but with a fire burning in his eyes. He wouldn't give in so easily.

"It looks like I will have to have a little fun with you then." Saruman grinned and patted the elf on the shoulder. The touch made the elf tense up and draw a deep breath as he couldn't find the strength to scream.

The wizard chuckled and rose to his feet, staff in hand. He raised the staff, and pointed it at the elf. Legolas fly across the room and smashed hard against the opposite wall, collapsing on his stomach. He didn't made a sound, but his faces expression showed he was in great pain.

"About now? You wanna talk now?"

Legolas opened one eyes to glare at the wizard, but didn't say a word.

Saruman slowly shook his head.

"I wonder how you was so injured when you came here? Elves heal injuries don't they? Hmm I will have to careful with you. I wouldn't want you dead without getting any answers now would I?"

Legolas whispered something in elvish, before he was lifted up in the air by Saruman, and dropped again. His broken rips pierced his lung, and he panicked took a deep breath without success.

"I will not tell you anything." He hissed and tried to breathe, but every breath hurt, and he couldn't take up enough air which made him dizzy.

"Stubborn are we? But I think you will speak when I show you this..." He grinned and kneeled down, taking the Palanthir out of his robe and lay it in front of Legolas.

The elf's eyes widen at what he saw. He saw Aragorn leaned back against a tree, clutching his head hard as he screamed in pain.

'Melamin...' He thought sadly and slowly, and painfully, reached to touch the Palathir, only to have it taken away by the wizard, resulting in Legolas hand falling limply in front of him.

"He got poison in him from two of my orc's arrows. I could heal him if you tell me where the ring bearer is."

At the fire in the elf's eyes, he added.

"Or he will die."

He smirked and walked out, closing the door and locking it again from the outside.

Legolas looked at the door as his gaze began to become blurry. His pierced lung made it very difficult to breath probably.
He felt like crying, but he couldn't show his weak side now, not when he is a prisoner in Isengard.

He couldn't tell Saruman where Frodo was, but he couldn't just let Estel die either.

He just lay there on his side, staring at the door as the tears began to fall.

"Seas...Estel..."

Estel is Aragorn's name in elvish.
Mithrandir is one of Gandalf's names

Elvish translate:
Melamin - My love
Seas - Please

Please review, and please don't hate me for doing this to poor Legolas XD ;-;