Chapter 1
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Ok, so this is my first story..English is NOT my first language so please have patience. Some of the elvish could also not be correct, if not, don't throw thunderbolts in my direction, be nice! :) I will put translations at the bottom of each chapter. I have rated it K+ just to be on the safe side as there is some gore etc. Please leave reviews after you read, if I don't know what you think, I can't improve!
Samwise Gamgee swallowed thickly, wide eyes shining with unshed tears as he helplessly watched the prone form of the prince as the frantic ranger held him.'So much blood..' he thought numbly as he watched the beautiful elf fight for breath. This was his fault…how could such a perfect creature have sacrificed his life for him?
"Dartho na nin! Saes! Dartho na nin Legolas!" The urgent Sindarin spilt horsely from the ranger's lips like a chant as he pressed down onto the elf's bleeding woulds with all his strength, silvery blood already pooling through the torn cloth that had been hastily bound over his chest and fear flooded Aragorn's heart as the Sindar's white lips parted, gasping weakly for air as blood bubbled from his blue eyes wide from shock and pain.
The hobbits, in shock too and wary of getting in the ranger's way, huddled to one side as tears rolled freely down the gardener's cheeks.''Please Strider… is he goin' to die? Is there nothin' you can do for 'im?'' he blurted out wetly.
"I must stop the bleeding, Sam , only then can we find shelter, the arrows must be taken out.."Aragorn trailed off, eyes fixed on the blood still blossoming beneath his a few long minutes, the silvery scarlet began to slow somewhat, and listening to the sound of the elf's ragged shallow breaths,if they didn't seek shelter to treat the wounds before nightfall , his brother of the heart stood no chance. Gently lifting the delicate, limp form into his arms, the ranger turned and headed toward the trees.
Elvish:
Dartho na nin: Stay with me
Saes: Please
