Sniff.Sniff, I hate cold season. Anyhow, I have a nice long three day
weekend to work on my story.
I must thank all of you for the reviews, but really. I know my strengths and weakness in my writing, and I am not very strong in this area, though I am working on to improve it.
Chapter 7: In the dark
The foul breath of the jackal brushed passed Aragorn's face as the creature moved in slowly. His eye's locked onto his small form. Aragorn trembled from fear, and in a last attempt to save himself, he swung a small balled fist at the jackal, striking the creature between the eyes.
The jackal jumped back, surprised at the sudden move. Pain raced through his skull, and he shook his head desperately trying to clear it. The way the boy had acted infuriated him. It was all the time Aragorn needed. He jumped up, grabbing a stick that was nearby. It was fairly big, just as he hoped, and he swung it at the advancing jackal.
Infuriated the jackal grabbed the other end of the stick and pulled. Part of the stick cut into Aragorn's hand, blood spilling over his numb fingers. He gritted his teeth holding onto the stick. This gave Corean enough time to scramble over, grabbing a stick of his own. He swung it with his good arm, catching the creature in the head.
The jackal let go, his eyes blazing in fury, but looking at the two young ones who should have been easy prey, he suddenly realized that he had been defeated. He glared at the two, unmoving for but a moment, then turned, making his way into the woods in search for an easier prey.
Aragorn watched stunned for a moment, but suddenly, to his right, Corean fell to his knees, his breathing heavy. "Corean!" he cried, rushing to his friends side. He dropped beside, concerned eyes locking onto the bite wound in his shoulder. Blood still flowed from it freely.
"You're hurt," Aragorn said, wincing at the wound. Corean shook his head. "I'll be fine.." he trailed off, trying to slow his breathing. He had pushed his body to far, and he began to feel lightheaded.
"Corean, that was a jackal.." Aragorn said softly. "I hope Trinea is all right," Corean said softly, not responding to Aragorn. "Corean.you remember what I said, right?" Corean looked at him with a knowing gaze, one that was beyond his years. "Yes Estel, I know. But I'm not afraid." Aragorn was shocked. "Corean, if we don't get you some help, you'll die," he spat out, his own voice wavering. Corean smiled, but he leaned weakly against a tree. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath of air. "Corean please!" Aragorn cried, tears falling down his cheeks. "We need to go!"
"Go where? We don't know where we are, besides, it is already too late my friend." He looked into the watery blue eyes. "You must find your way home." But Aragorn shook his head. "No Corean. I will not."
Aragorn offered his hand to the elf, but Corean shook his head, closing his eyes again. "Corean?" Aragorn asked softly, but the elf did not respond. Quickly he reached a hand, placing cold bloody fingers against the pale neck just as Elrond had taught him to do. He found a weak pulse, reassuring him that his friend was still alive, only unconscious. He laid Corean gently to the ground, moving his arm away from the wound, checking it. He had no where near the ability to heal as did his father or brothers, but he knew he had to try, or leave Corean to his death.
"Athelas," he whispered softly to himself. He knew the plant would help, but that meant he had to leave his friend alone while he went and looked for some. He sat by his side for a moment before deciding that he had to go look for some.
******
It was now dark as night had completely fallen, and Aragorn could hardly see anything, but he continued to search. He tripped over a fallen limb, not seeing it in the darkness. He picked himself up, dusting the dirt off, when something caught his eye. Kneeling down in front of the tree he spied a plant.
It was Athelas! He thought excitedly reaching out to pick it up, then stopped. Was it Athelas or Asdiel? He racked his mind, trying to remember the difference between the two. If it was Athelas than he may have a chance of saving his friend's life. But if it was Asdiel, the poison would be so strong it would not only kill Corean, but himself as well. He remembered Elrond telling him how a single touch could kill the strongest of creatures.
He shuddered at the thought, but time was running out, he had to choose quickly. He held his breath, than quickly plucked the plant from the ground, hoping that it was Athelas, and if it wasn't, well then both of them would die that night, he thought grimly as he made his way back to his friend.
He smashed the leaves as best as he could, the juice in the leaves running down his bar arms. He felt some flow into the cuts on his hand, and felt the healing power that they had. He gave a sigh of relief. It was Athelas he was sure of it. He opened Corean's tunic, so that he could get to the wound better, and let the juice flow into it, just as he had seen Elrond do to him before. Taking off his outer shirt, he wrapped it around the wound to try in stop the bleeding. All he could do now was wait, and hope.
TBC..
Please R&R
I must thank all of you for the reviews, but really. I know my strengths and weakness in my writing, and I am not very strong in this area, though I am working on to improve it.
Chapter 7: In the dark
The foul breath of the jackal brushed passed Aragorn's face as the creature moved in slowly. His eye's locked onto his small form. Aragorn trembled from fear, and in a last attempt to save himself, he swung a small balled fist at the jackal, striking the creature between the eyes.
The jackal jumped back, surprised at the sudden move. Pain raced through his skull, and he shook his head desperately trying to clear it. The way the boy had acted infuriated him. It was all the time Aragorn needed. He jumped up, grabbing a stick that was nearby. It was fairly big, just as he hoped, and he swung it at the advancing jackal.
Infuriated the jackal grabbed the other end of the stick and pulled. Part of the stick cut into Aragorn's hand, blood spilling over his numb fingers. He gritted his teeth holding onto the stick. This gave Corean enough time to scramble over, grabbing a stick of his own. He swung it with his good arm, catching the creature in the head.
The jackal let go, his eyes blazing in fury, but looking at the two young ones who should have been easy prey, he suddenly realized that he had been defeated. He glared at the two, unmoving for but a moment, then turned, making his way into the woods in search for an easier prey.
Aragorn watched stunned for a moment, but suddenly, to his right, Corean fell to his knees, his breathing heavy. "Corean!" he cried, rushing to his friends side. He dropped beside, concerned eyes locking onto the bite wound in his shoulder. Blood still flowed from it freely.
"You're hurt," Aragorn said, wincing at the wound. Corean shook his head. "I'll be fine.." he trailed off, trying to slow his breathing. He had pushed his body to far, and he began to feel lightheaded.
"Corean, that was a jackal.." Aragorn said softly. "I hope Trinea is all right," Corean said softly, not responding to Aragorn. "Corean.you remember what I said, right?" Corean looked at him with a knowing gaze, one that was beyond his years. "Yes Estel, I know. But I'm not afraid." Aragorn was shocked. "Corean, if we don't get you some help, you'll die," he spat out, his own voice wavering. Corean smiled, but he leaned weakly against a tree. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath of air. "Corean please!" Aragorn cried, tears falling down his cheeks. "We need to go!"
"Go where? We don't know where we are, besides, it is already too late my friend." He looked into the watery blue eyes. "You must find your way home." But Aragorn shook his head. "No Corean. I will not."
Aragorn offered his hand to the elf, but Corean shook his head, closing his eyes again. "Corean?" Aragorn asked softly, but the elf did not respond. Quickly he reached a hand, placing cold bloody fingers against the pale neck just as Elrond had taught him to do. He found a weak pulse, reassuring him that his friend was still alive, only unconscious. He laid Corean gently to the ground, moving his arm away from the wound, checking it. He had no where near the ability to heal as did his father or brothers, but he knew he had to try, or leave Corean to his death.
"Athelas," he whispered softly to himself. He knew the plant would help, but that meant he had to leave his friend alone while he went and looked for some. He sat by his side for a moment before deciding that he had to go look for some.
******
It was now dark as night had completely fallen, and Aragorn could hardly see anything, but he continued to search. He tripped over a fallen limb, not seeing it in the darkness. He picked himself up, dusting the dirt off, when something caught his eye. Kneeling down in front of the tree he spied a plant.
It was Athelas! He thought excitedly reaching out to pick it up, then stopped. Was it Athelas or Asdiel? He racked his mind, trying to remember the difference between the two. If it was Athelas than he may have a chance of saving his friend's life. But if it was Asdiel, the poison would be so strong it would not only kill Corean, but himself as well. He remembered Elrond telling him how a single touch could kill the strongest of creatures.
He shuddered at the thought, but time was running out, he had to choose quickly. He held his breath, than quickly plucked the plant from the ground, hoping that it was Athelas, and if it wasn't, well then both of them would die that night, he thought grimly as he made his way back to his friend.
He smashed the leaves as best as he could, the juice in the leaves running down his bar arms. He felt some flow into the cuts on his hand, and felt the healing power that they had. He gave a sigh of relief. It was Athelas he was sure of it. He opened Corean's tunic, so that he could get to the wound better, and let the juice flow into it, just as he had seen Elrond do to him before. Taking off his outer shirt, he wrapped it around the wound to try in stop the bleeding. All he could do now was wait, and hope.
TBC..
Please R&R
