Disclaimer: I do not own Lord Of The Rings, Legolas (DARN!!!), Aragorn,
Gimli, Helm's Deep, Orcs (PHEW!!!), Swords.or anything else anyone can
think of that I do not own which I have in here.
Anyway, on with the story:
Legolas' POV
'Aragorn?' I call his name, checking to see if he is all right. I lost sight of him when Gimli was attacked by the orc, my attention focused on the panicking dwarf. When I found he was all right, I looked for Aragorn again, but could not find him. The battle is over, but I have heard nothing of Aragorn.
I run to Gimli, who also is calling for our human leader. He hasn't found him either. Where is he? I feel panic starting to build up in the bottom of my gut, swirling around, making my brain start to go funny.
I hear an orc, laughing harshly from where he lays sprawled on the ground, a sword stuck firmly in his ribcage. Gimli and I rush up to the orc, but before I can say a word, Gimli questions the orc. 'Where is Aragorn? He asks, resting his axe near the neck of the orc. Good question, I think to myself. I wonder to myself where Aragorn is, trying to block out the feeling of impending doom I feel.
'Tell me and I'll make your passing easier' Gimli continues. The orc laughs again, but it comes out more as a gurgle, thanks to the blood dribbling down from inside his mouth. If he doesn't tell us soon, he will be dead. But that's ok, right? We will find Aragorn anyway.right?!
Another gurgle-laugh breaks my line of thought. I should be happy that I did not have to continue with the thoughts I was having, but what comes out of the mouth of the orc is much worse.
'He is dead. He took a.little tumble.of the cliff.' He said, glancing to the cliff about 20metres away. Shock, dread, anguish, and anger took over my body and mind then. Those, and so many other emotions. I chose to work with the latter, and lashed out at the orc.
'YOU LIE!' I yell, trying to get reassurance from the orc that my best friend is still firmly placed on the ground on top of the cliff. No one could survive that fall, not even an elf. What chance would a man like - stop!! I MUSTNT think those things! Aragorn IS still alive.he has to be.
Once again, a laugh breaks my thoughts. A harsh, evil laugh. I am about to lash out again, but the orc is dead. He died laughing at us. Laughing At me. Laughing at Aragorn's death. No, not death. The orc was lying. Lying.
A glimmer of silver catches my eye, residing in the palm of the orc. I reach out to it, hoping against hope that it is not the figure of an angel holding a gem. But, hope seems to be against me today. For there, in the hands of a vile orc, lays the token of the love Aragron and Lady Arwen shared. His most prized possession. All hope leaves me as I run blindly to the cliff edge, tears filling my eyes as I glaze over the edge. I expect to find the mangled body of my best friend lying below me. But.nothing. Not body, no blood, nothing. Grief grips me as I realise that there won't even be a body to bury in respect. All that is left is the Evenstar. The Evenstar.. and my grief.
A hand on my shoulder snaps me back to reality, as I turn to face the King. He gives me a slight smile, and for a second, I feel slightly happier. But then he turns to a soldier, and says 'Gather the wounded. Leave the dead.'
I turn to look at him, shock and anger showing clearly on my face. He expects us to leave Aragorn here?! He expects ME to leave Aragorn here?! Aragorn is my best friend - how dare he think that I will just leave him?! Deep inside, I know he is right though. There is no way Aragorn could survive that fall, and truthfully I would not like to see what has become of my friend. I'd like to remember him the way he was. Brave.noble.kind. That's all he is now, a memory. A memory to be kept in my heart for eternity, an eternity of grieving.
Anyway, on with the story:
Legolas' POV
'Aragorn?' I call his name, checking to see if he is all right. I lost sight of him when Gimli was attacked by the orc, my attention focused on the panicking dwarf. When I found he was all right, I looked for Aragorn again, but could not find him. The battle is over, but I have heard nothing of Aragorn.
I run to Gimli, who also is calling for our human leader. He hasn't found him either. Where is he? I feel panic starting to build up in the bottom of my gut, swirling around, making my brain start to go funny.
I hear an orc, laughing harshly from where he lays sprawled on the ground, a sword stuck firmly in his ribcage. Gimli and I rush up to the orc, but before I can say a word, Gimli questions the orc. 'Where is Aragorn? He asks, resting his axe near the neck of the orc. Good question, I think to myself. I wonder to myself where Aragorn is, trying to block out the feeling of impending doom I feel.
'Tell me and I'll make your passing easier' Gimli continues. The orc laughs again, but it comes out more as a gurgle, thanks to the blood dribbling down from inside his mouth. If he doesn't tell us soon, he will be dead. But that's ok, right? We will find Aragorn anyway.right?!
Another gurgle-laugh breaks my line of thought. I should be happy that I did not have to continue with the thoughts I was having, but what comes out of the mouth of the orc is much worse.
'He is dead. He took a.little tumble.of the cliff.' He said, glancing to the cliff about 20metres away. Shock, dread, anguish, and anger took over my body and mind then. Those, and so many other emotions. I chose to work with the latter, and lashed out at the orc.
'YOU LIE!' I yell, trying to get reassurance from the orc that my best friend is still firmly placed on the ground on top of the cliff. No one could survive that fall, not even an elf. What chance would a man like - stop!! I MUSTNT think those things! Aragorn IS still alive.he has to be.
Once again, a laugh breaks my thoughts. A harsh, evil laugh. I am about to lash out again, but the orc is dead. He died laughing at us. Laughing At me. Laughing at Aragorn's death. No, not death. The orc was lying. Lying.
A glimmer of silver catches my eye, residing in the palm of the orc. I reach out to it, hoping against hope that it is not the figure of an angel holding a gem. But, hope seems to be against me today. For there, in the hands of a vile orc, lays the token of the love Aragron and Lady Arwen shared. His most prized possession. All hope leaves me as I run blindly to the cliff edge, tears filling my eyes as I glaze over the edge. I expect to find the mangled body of my best friend lying below me. But.nothing. Not body, no blood, nothing. Grief grips me as I realise that there won't even be a body to bury in respect. All that is left is the Evenstar. The Evenstar.. and my grief.
A hand on my shoulder snaps me back to reality, as I turn to face the King. He gives me a slight smile, and for a second, I feel slightly happier. But then he turns to a soldier, and says 'Gather the wounded. Leave the dead.'
I turn to look at him, shock and anger showing clearly on my face. He expects us to leave Aragorn here?! He expects ME to leave Aragorn here?! Aragorn is my best friend - how dare he think that I will just leave him?! Deep inside, I know he is right though. There is no way Aragorn could survive that fall, and truthfully I would not like to see what has become of my friend. I'd like to remember him the way he was. Brave.noble.kind. That's all he is now, a memory. A memory to be kept in my heart for eternity, an eternity of grieving.