2016, 14th of February

Hello my loyal readers!

I promised you this fanfic a while ago, it's the one where Legolas gets hurt at Ravenhill instead of pulling off that totally impossible stone-walking stuff. I mean it was awesome but still, I would have enjoyed some hurt!Legolas (you all know I do). Sooo I had the idea of just writing that out. I'm very thorough but I didn't write quite as much as I planned to write. It's still 17.000 words so yeah, still enough I hope.

There is going to be quite a lot of Legriel (TaurielxLegolas) in this fic so if you're strictly against that you better not read it. Thranduil will show up later and there'll be some conflict there so I hope you enjoy that. Also, all the angst I could think off so I hope you were looking for that too :D.

Let's get going then! I hope you enjoy the first chapter :)

If my blood wasn't spilled tonight

Chapter 01

Tauriel couldn't believe this had happened. Tears streamed down her face as she held Kili in her arms. Why? She had tried her hardest to prevent this and it seemed by being there, she had only sped up the process. He had come to protect her, in the end. What had happened to her being the strong elleth that could hold her own against an army of orcs? It couldn't be that this one was that much stronger, was it?

Then again, she had left Legolas to fight him anyway. After falling down the stairs in her desperate attempt to kill Bolg, she had awoken to the sight of Legolas crashing a tower to get to her. After a second of being completely bewildered at the view that presented itself to her, she shook off the trance and picked herself off the ground. The fall had been painful but she had survived and in that moment, nothing else was more important than to check if maybe Kili was still alive after all. She stumbled up the stairs and out of view of Legolas but checked on him one last time before disappearing. He held himself nicely against Bolg and his makeshift bridge seemed to serve his purpose well.

Normally, she would help him without a second thought. But today, after seeing so much pain and also feeling so much just while walking, she wasn't so sure if she could be of any use to him at all. Her body felt stiff and grief was already nagging at her as she approached Kili's body.

Even though they hadn't known each other for long, he had grown close to her heart. She didn't know what the bond entailed entirely. But the tears in her eyes that made their way down her cheeks were such a rare occurrence that she thought maybe it was love after all. The elleth had knelt down, closed the dwarf's eyes and gave him the rune stone back into his hand. In the back of her mind, behind all the thoughts about how he would never return to his mother now and how sad and cruel this all was, she wondered why Legolas wasn't back yet. He should be here by now. Normally, killing one orc shouldn't take so long. Then again, maybe he had returned to the battle field after. But… it wasn't really like him to not check on Tauriel first. That thought alone brought enough distraction to her mind that she smiled through her tears. Even if Kili was gone and it was cruel, Legolas would always be there. It was something that she never actually pondered about if she was honest. Elves were immortal so meeting Kili had been the first time she really thought about how complicated a relationship could be based on two beings that didn't have the same life span. Do you think she could have loved me? Kili's words floated in her head and while she held him, she decided: Yes. But not in the way that you would have liked…

And just when she was getting a little worried about her prince, she heard steps approaching, quiet, careful steps that could only belong to an elf of Legolas' height and weight.

"Tauriel. Here you are. I feared you had fallen down that cliff…" the worry was very present in his voice but also the relief upon seeing her. But why was he so hoarse? Had Bolg hit him in the throat?

"Yes, I'm fine." She whispered, but he could hear her still, with his keen elven ears. Her tone was a bit dismissive. Sure, she was fine. Kili wasn't. Through her tears, she looked up and spotted him in the doorway that separated the sunlit part of the ruins from the ones that still had a roof. He stood in the shadows, so with her teary eyes and the shadows covering him, it was almost impossible for her to see him. But she did spot his strange stance and how he leaned heavily onto the side of that pillar. And that his breathing wasn't as silent as it usually was…

Slowly, Tauriel whipped her tears away with her arm and put Kili down carefully, as if not to disturb him in sleep even though she knew nothing could wake him now. But something was wrong with Legolas and she felt it, deep down.

"Legolas?" she asked carefully. Something was wrong with him and a tingling sensation of pain settled in her heart. She somehow knew that something was amiss and she was broken out of trance completely now, staring at her companion. Upon hearing his name, he looked up and without saying anything, he took another step forward.

"Legolas, are you al- by the Valar!" she had just been about to ask if he was okay when the sunlight finally didn't hide him in the shadows any more. As the prince stepped forward, the first thing Tauriel saw was all the blood. Too much blood, and how Legolas held his torso, no, clutched at it, trying to keep the scarlet liquid from escaping his body any further. He had abandoned his support at the pillar and the elleth could see his knees getting weak from the simple effort of standing upright.

Immediately, Kili was forgotten. The sight before her was something she had never seen before. A gravely wounded and dead-on-his-feet Legolas and the sight itself instilled much more panic than she ever thought to be possibly felt in one day. Sure, he had been wounded before but she dismissed those memories quickly, for they would not help her here. This wasn't anything she'd ever seen and she needed to help him this instant. Silently, she wondered how he even made it this far with a wound that deep…

She practically jumped up, ignoring all the pain in her own body, and was just in time to support him when he was about to fall to his knees. Just now, she could spot that the wound on his chest wasn't the only one. He had a nasty bump on his head with a deep cut to it on his forehead, blood crusting the left side of his face and part of his bright hair. With her slight support he leaned on a pillar with his back, his knees weren't able to let him stand up any more.

"Legolas." She whispered his name in an attempt to get his attention. He was still clutching his chest and his hand was already covered in blood, as was the whole front of his dark tunic. It especially stood out on the white shirt he was wearing underneath, where it seemed to glow even more, drilling her shock even further. The panic in her ran only deeper when she saw how upon seeing her alive and well, he had apparently lost the strength to stand and his eyes were now rapidly getting heavier.

"He is dead?" Legolas was glancing over at Kili almost sadly, then back at Tauriel. The elleth nodded but her mind couldn't really pay attention to the dead dwarf any more. "I am sorry…", Legolas whispered. She then shook her head, quickly dismissing his words. What was he being sorry for? It's not like it was his fault…He shouldn't talk, really shouldn't…Without hesitation she took over the job his hands were doing themselves and applied pressure to his wound, getting her own hands soaked in his life blood. At the same time, she tried to calm down her racing, panicked heart. He would be fine. He would be fine…Legolas would be just fine! Please, she couldn't lose him too, not him…

"What happened? I thought you almost had him. I would not have left you alone with him." She looked up into his ice blue eyes, worry getting deeper and deeper. The prince winced, but still smiled somehow, an ironic laugh escaping his lips. Tauriel noticed how his normally pink lips were pale and also had blood on them. The captain of the guard felt her hands shake. This wasn't good, not good at all. No, he was going to be okay. He had to.

"I gave Thorin my sword and his opponent fell down on the bridge. Bolg took advantage when I had to avoid the drop. His mace had a blade at the end…" he paused to swallow. It suddenly looked like work and Tauriel frowned, then her eyes darkened. That was the blade Kili was stabbed with too. And he was dead…she glanced over to the dwarf and closed her eyes momentarily. She wanted to punch something. One orc, one filthy orc had hurt both of them. But her thoughts were interrupted when Legolas continued "Still, I managed to stab him in the head but the bridge collapsed. I almost fell with him, smashed my head-" he made a vague gesture towards the bleeding forehead and Tauriel noticed how he also favored one of his shoulders while moving. "but I was fortunate to find something to hold on to. He fell nonetheless, so do not fret. He is dead." The prince assured her.

But the tears in Tauriel's eyes weren't because of fear of the orc. It was a combination of frustration, panic, worry and rage that brought them to surface. She brushed the bloody and messy hair from his face and shook her head quickly.

"I am not worried about him, I am worried about you!" she finally gasped, after trying to calm her heart by holding her breath. It didn't help. She had ripped off a part of her own clothes to help with the pressure but the damn wound wouldn't stop bleeding, even after the bound it. The prince winced in pain. Like he had said, it was a stab wound from a long blade, an orc knife nonetheless, so the blade had been wide and probably not very clean. If not poisoned! And his breathing was so very flat and rattling… Oh no, no no no…

"Yes indeed…I miscalculated. I am sorry, Tauriel. My only thought was to get him away from you. I did not know…" he glanced over to Kili's body but Tauriel shook her head. The fact that he wasn't denying her, that he wasn't assuring her he was fine and that she shouldn't worry…that alone spiked her panic even more.

A noise interrupted them. Far, far over their heads, eagles appeared in the south and they were flying in the direction the other orcs had come from. Smiling, she looked to Legolas. He too, was glancing at the sky, relieved. This could mean the battle would turn. They both saw Radagast and another person ride the eagles. Reinforcements. Tauriel remembered how Thranduil had wanted to gather his forces and leave Dale just mere hours ago and she made a decision.

"Come now, I have to get you to the healers down in Dale. I hope your father has not redrawn completely yet. We certainly do not have time for this discussion. Please try and get up, ernil-nin." He would not die up here, on Ravenhill alone with Tauriel. Who was not a healer. Sure, removing poison from a leg with a wound that was almost healed (with the right herbs one might note) but something this close to his heart, fresh and still oozing blood? And she didn't have any strength left herself, still stiff and sour from the fight and fall. And there weren't any herbs around here…she really didn't have much of an option.

But Legolas refused, laying a calming hand on hers when she tried to rise him.

"We are not going to get all the way down there and you know that well. I just desired to…" his voice broke and Tauriel noticed the sweat on his forehead. She felt the blood between her fingers and more tears made their way down her cheek. No…this couldn't be happening. Was she having a nightmare? Was someone toying with her here?

Gently, his fingers brushed away the loose strands of her red hair. The way he looked at her….her green eyes met his ice blue ones and she felt her heart ache even more. This wasn't the panic she felt when Kili was dying. This was worse. So much worse. She would never in her entire eternal life have assumed that he would get hurt. In her eyes, he was still invincible like he had been when they first met as little elflings. Legolas was a part of her, they were together almost all the time, he couldn't just…No, he couldn't. Her lips trembled and she sniffed, averting his gaze and tried to remember the chanting for healing. She should at least try. She closed her eyes for a second while remembering.

The lines flew back into her memory now. She put her hand on his and pressed it lightly. Then she breathed in deeply and began chanting, both hands over the wound. In the distance, another situation appeared in her head. He had been hurt then as well and she hadn't remembered the words. Right now the Sylvan was very glad that she had forced herself to learn it after that. Slightly opening her eyes, she looked if it was helping at all. Slowly, very slightly, the bloodflow seemed to lessen. But the blade really had been big. It had stabbed Kili through the heart too and he had been dead immediately. Sure, Legolas was bigger and the blade had missed his heart (plus, he was an elf) but it was still bad enough to be a mortal wound if not treated soon.

But she felt her strength leaving her already battered body. Warriors usually were no healers. She'd learned this as a child, when her mind was untouched by the filth of war…There wouldn't be much healing left in her and she still had to get Legolas down this mountain…

"It is no use, Tauriel. Please, do not exhaust yourself over it. I…" he paused and Tauriel clenched her jaw. He was driving her insane. Had he already given up hope entirely?

He breathed in deeply and the sound his lungs made with that troubled Tauriel even deeper. He lifted his hand and even though they were covered in blood, he touched her cheek with it affectionately, cupping the side of her delicate face. His gaze was so different from what she was used from him and it broke her heart so much that she had to close her eyes so she wouldn't collapse and fade right then and there. Her head leaned into his hand, lip quivering. Salty tears mixed with blood made their way down his hand. He didn't even attempt to whip them away, the amount made that futile. When he started to speak again her eyes were still closed.

"I never really grasped the chance to tell you-"

"Stop talking, Legolas." She suddenly interrupted him, ignoring all her training to always be polite and formal with royalty. It hadn't really ever applied to their friendship anyway. So no, no she was not having this conversation. This was not happening under her watch!

"I have to get you down this mountain, you are not going to die here! I will even get an eagle to fly you! So don't you dare give up just like that." Tauriel was starting to get mad. She wasn't going to listen to this. This sounded like it was going to be a goodbye speech and she wasn't having any of that. Legolas couldn't die. He was the prince, he had a long, eternal life laid out in front of him. He had promise of happiness, a wife someday, a kingdom later. It wasn't fit for him to be in this situation, to have dark blood caked in his bright blonde hair that looked so much like the king's and his father's before him. To not be fussed over by all the healers in the kingdom because their precious heir was injured. Tauriel had witnessed that once and wished that it would happen again because then there would be hope…No! No, he was going to be fine! Her green eyes looked at him pointedly and she stood up, had finished putting on a second makeshift pressure bandage around his chest over the one that was already soaked. She took his forearm and put his shoulder around her neck, slowly helping him up.

"Tauriel, wait! I do not think this is a good id- AHH" his scream of pain didn't startle Tauriel. After all it was logical to be in pain when he had to get up with a stab wound too close to his heart. Or any stab wound for that matter. Plus, Tauriel noted that his shoulder was dislocated when he tried to rise his arm to aid him up. She winced, feeling the pain with him in her heart.

What she didn't count on was him getting limp in her arms and actually almost weighting her down. Immediately, the panic in her heart spiked.

"Legolas? Legolas!" breathing heavily, she set him down, reached for his neck, feeling for a pulse. It took too long, she thought her own heart would stop.

"No….no no no come on. Wake up." She patted his cheek and wished so much to see his icy blue eyes again. There, a heartbeat. Oh thank all that was holy! She had thought she had lost him. Her hand brushed his cheek now, peeled away a bit of blood from his forehead affectionately.

Out of nowhere, hasty footsteps were coming closer and she realized that Legolas's scream may have attracted further enemies. They had no idea if there were more orcs on the mountain or coming up here. With a gulp her hand went to her weapon. She wasn't in any condition to fight any more and they didn't have time for this...she glanced to Legolas shortly, making sure the pressure bandage was still on. Then she got into a kneeling position, ready to defend him with her life from whoever was rounding the corner…

Sindarin Translations

By the Valar - Basically (roughly) 'Oh my god'

Elleth - Female elf

Ernil-nin - My Prince

Well who may that be? You probably already know but tell me your guess anyway ;P
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