Hiro Hyn Hîdh Ab 'Wanath: Let Them Find Peace After Death



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Chapter 04: An End To Patience



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So if I lose my patience

You must try to understand

(try to understand)

And if I lose my patience

Oh yeah



-"Inner Smile" (Performed by, Texas / "Bend It Like Beckham" Soundtrack)



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"You should have seen the look on Legede's face, Estel. He was positively livid at what I had done."

Aragorn laughed, "Of that I have no doubt."

The king and his companion walked through the halls of Minas Tirith's palace. It was grander than Mirkwood's, though the two were hard to compare. Legolas felt quite at home when around Aragorn, even in the company of so many men.

They had been talking for hours, almost the entire day. Legolas was well once more and his spirits in fine condition, a definite change for him. One could even say he was back to his old self. Aragorn was glad for the change. Too long had the Elf's spirits lain in darkness and despair.

Suddenly however, a messenger arrived, bearing urgent news for his king.

"King Elessar." the young man breathlessly said, falling to one knee as he did so. "Sir, Lord Faramir had returned, though he is badly wounded."

Aragorn's features grew grave, "Take me to him."

As the king and his messenger turned to go, Aragorn stopped, lookinf back at the Elf.

"Legolas, are you not coming?"

But the prince shook his head, "Nay, I fear what shall be found. Besides, entering the Houses of Healing could risk another illness. That I would like to avoid. I shall tell the Lady Arwen where you have gone."

Aragorn nodded, "Very well then. However, we shall have to discuss that which you find so important to keep from me."

Then, Legolas was left to himself. He sighed, sitting quickly in a chair which was positioned against one of the hallway's walls. Aragorn had seen right through his guise and knew that the Elf was keeping some things hidden to all save himself. He could Legolas begin to tell his friend that the dark dreams haunted his every step. They were constantly a part of him, no matter how hard the archer tried to be his usual cheerful self. It was easier to fake his happiness than to have another worry.



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When Aragorn arrived in the Houses of Healing, his first glance at Faramir sent shock radiating through the king. He shook his head, coming to stand directly beside the man, checking his vital signs and praying to the Valar that such healing was not beyond even his own skill.

The Steward of Gondor's skin was pale and clammy, his eyes closed, and his breathing shallow. He was unconscious, and for that Aragorn was grateful. A long gash was torn down the man's arm, blood pooling onto the floor as it spilled over the bedside.

"We tried to stop the bleeding, but it was only temporary." one of the Steward's officers replied, standing on the other side of the bed. "But the blood would soon soak through the cloth and this would occur."

Aragorn sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before focusing all his attention on the man before him. Faramir was a close friend and the king was not ready to say goodbye to such allies.

"Bring me boiling water, athelas, and clean bandages. Also, have two of the nurses fix a poultice to try and stop the bleeding. Make it quick, he has little time."

At once the officer bowed before rushing from the room, his orders giving him great speed.

The king looked back down to the man before him, "Hold on, Faramir... all will be well."

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The sight that awaited the Elven prince within the Houses of Healing was nearly too much for the fair being to bear. He stood within the entrance, his eyes resting upon the form of Faramir and, at his side, the King of Gondor as well. Aragorn was patching up the Steward's gashed arm. He was slowly sewing the wound, careful in his every movement.

Legolas quietly stood next to the king, his eyes fixed upon the still form of Faramir.

"This should not have happened." The Elf spoke with barely controlled emotion.

Aragorn looked at him, his attention on the task at hand momentarily diverted. "Legolas, Faramir will survive. There was nothing you could have done."

The prince however saw things differently, "I could have been there, Aragorn." he turned, leaning against one of the room's walls.

Legolas stared at his hand which kept him supported, he was angry. Not only at himself, though that was true, but the Elf was angry with everything that was happening. He sighed, closing his eyes.

"This evil should have been dealt with long ago."

Aragorn stood, having finished with Faramir's injuries. "Legolas, Ungoliant is a force only to be matched by someone like Gandalf. You can not possibly think that..." but his words were cut off.

"We do not have enough time. Mithrandir can destroy this evil, I know he could, but can Gondor wait for his return?" Legolas turned to his friend, "Something must be done before anything worse can happen."

The man sighed, "We can not send more soldiers into Mordor, Legolas. Right now it is far too dangerous an area. The only option is to wait for Gandalf's return. He should arrive within the next few weeks."

As if on cue, thunder rumbled, shaking the Houses of Healing down to their very foundations. Lightning pierced the sky and screams from outside were evident. Legolas and Aragorn, without a thought to their own safety, rushed from the building only to discover a most monstrous sight.

A huge section of a nearby citadel came crashing down to the cobbled streets bellow, scattering people in all directions. Legolas' eyes flew to the sky and his face suddenly grew alarmed. The king caught this, and looked as well, paling.

Large clouds, bigger than any storm which Gondor had ever seen, drifted toward the white city. It was an intangible mass of shadow and moved like it possessed a mind of it's own.

"Ai! It is the legends come to life!" Legolas cried, his heart startling at the terror.

Aragorn looked to him, "The legends? Mellon nin, tell me, what do you mean?"

The Elf was struck with a silent horror but he shook his head, looking to the King of Gondor. "Long ago, I am sure you have heard, Ungoliant descended upon Valinor and devoured the trees of light. A similar darkness spread upon the land, blanketing all in shadow. None could escape it and only by the power of the Valar was it driven back." the Elf was silent for a moment, but when he spoke again the words sent a chill through Aragorn's very bones. "Gondor has become like Valinor... all shall be consumed by Ungoliant's darkness and greed."

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Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 1 for this.



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Reviews:



Midnight Midlight: Here ya go, I hope it was soon enough.

Legolas19: Thank you.

Enelya: Which pictures actually? *thinks* Wait, are you talking about the closeups of his eyes in Fangorn? I'm confused... which isn't hard. And yeah, I agree on the, "I would so do legolas without a second thought" as well as the, "elves are sexy"... but maybe that's just me.

Pirate-chica: It's me... I always make my characters suffer in one way or another. And yeah, his eyes were bleeding... almost made me cry actually. *thinks* You know, when both "Ned Kelly" and "The Trojan War" (formerly, "Troy") come out in the US.... I'm gonna cry! BRING TISSUES TO THOSE FILMS! THEY'LL REALLY BE NEEDED!



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Author's Note:



*is dancing to music from "Bend It Like Beckham"*

You know, I like Kiera Knightley.... That movie reminded me a lot of my friends and our band trips... freakiness! But enough about that, you guys are probably wanting a preview of the next chapter, right?

Well... here it comes!



Preview of the Next Chapter:...



Legolas realizes, to his own horror, that there is only one way to appease a light hungry gigantic spider... to give it something it wants. In a desperate attempt, Legolas pleads with the beast in his dreams, wishing for the darkness over Gondor to be dispelled, if only for a short time. Bargains are struck and immortality restored, but will these deals cost the Elven Prince his life? Aragorn sends word to Gandalf, the only one who can stop this growing evil. When he learns of Legolas' plans however, a heated conflict ensues. Will Legolas sacrifice himself to evil for a chance to save the world or will Aragorn convince his friend that it would buy only a fraction of time? Will it be enough to save them all?