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His senses went spinning into overdrive. Bright colours flashing before his eyes as a haze fell over his ears. He was blinded and deaf to the cries around him. He clanged at the gash in his side, watching the blood spill through his fingers.
His chest burned where the arrow was sticking out and without releasing it, he had sunk down upon his knees. A dark haze was spreading around his head and while he tried to take steady breath, he gave into the nauseated feeling. This was unlike the morning sickness and he knew it came from the poisoning in which the arrow point had been tipped.
Voices called his name and he tried to raise his head to tell them that the assassin was dead. Yet he had not the strength. Strong hands caught him and he heard the strong voice of his husband take command. "Meleth nin, please speak to me. Who has done this to you?"
"Gwydion." The pale elf in his arms whispered. Aragorn froze, this could not be. Gwydion was one of the council's older members. "What about him, my love? Did he do this to you? Hush, do not try to speak, just nod or shake your head."
When Legolas nodded, Aragorn felt anger well up within him. It went away however when Legolas released a strangled moan and lost consciousness. The man's eyes widen when he beheld the oozing black liquid that fell from the arrow wound. The arrow tip had been poisoned.
"Get the lords Elladan and Elrohir now!" He shouted to one guard, quickly saying to another. "Help me take him to our private chambers. But careful. We must hurry if we are to save him and the child." He did not respond to his guard's reaction as Legolas was lifted gently.
Together they managed to get the unresponsive elf to the king's private rooms. Gently placing Legolas on the bed, Aragorn shot to his other room to get his healing supplies. He came back with them as Legolas gave another low moan. Cursing softly, Aragorn tried to get his frantic heartbeat under control. He needed to be the healer now and not the husband.
"Tell lord Faramir to come to me immediately. This is a matter of life and dead." After the guard left, Aragorn set to work.
He retrieved two bowls from the washing room. One filled with water and the other one with nothing. He builds up the fire, before with a knife, cutting Legolas tunic away. He slowly released the air out of fear of throwing up.
There was a big gash in the elf's right side, covering up part of his stomach. The arrow protruding from his chest was the wound Aragorn was most concerned about. He did not know with what poison the arrow had been dipped in but it could not only endanger Legolas but the child as well.
He did not dare to rip it out; the fear to cause further injury stilled his movements. Finally he settled on the bed, placing his hand over the prince's clammy one. "Please fight, my beloved. I will make sure Gwydion shall be punished for what he has done to you, whatever his reasoning was."
"Estel? What happened?" The soft voice of Elladan came as both he and Elrohir rushed into the room. Both sons of Elrond gasped as they saw the pale prince lying on the bed, arrow sticking out of his chest.
"He was shot. One of the council members tried to assassinate him." Aragorn found himself trembling as his fear took over. Quickly taking charge of the situation, Elladan shook his younger brother firmly, saying. "Estel we shall worry about why later. Faramir can handle that part. Legolas needs us now."
"Brother, quickly! Poison oozed from the arrow wound!" Elrohir called out. Elladan lost what little colour he had in the process and quickly shoved Aragorn aside, converting with his younger twin in short clipped tones.
Aragorn could hear what was being said and it took him a moment to gather himself when his name was called. "Estel, boil water, quickly. We must clean the wound and find out what kind of poisoning this is. Find the person who is responsible for this so we can apply the right herb to save Legolas."
Elrohir leaned over the still prince as Aragorn stood frozen with the bowl of water in his hands. Gently tapping the archer's cheek repeatedly, Elrohir called out. "Legolas, answer me. You must wake up Mellon Nin and answer me. Come you must fight the darkness and wake up? Do it for Estel and the child."
The prince released a frightening groan of pain as blurred blue eyes opened. Aragorn found his heart ceased to beat as Legolas said. "I feel so tired. Please allow me to sleep." He rushed forward at this, pushing past Elrohir to gasp his elf's hand.
"No, you must remain awake. You must remain awake for me and the child." The once proud man pleaded, kissing Legolas' fingers. The king did not care how many people would see him when the dull blue eyes focussed upon him and the elf gave him a slow smile as he said, causing Aragorn's heart to sink even further. "Surely you can manage without me, Aragorn. I am so tired…"
"But I do not wish to be without you, meleth Nin. I have waited for such a long time to finally be with you. You cannot leave me now, my beautiful elf." Tears were choking his voice and reduced it to barely a whisper.
He could hear Elladan conversing softly with Elrohir, something about the fact that they needed to drug Legolas to keep the poison from spreading. Stubbornly he focussed his attention back to the pale elf as the blue eyes darted to the other people in the room before settling on Aragorn's face again.
"I will try to fight, Estel but you must release me when the time comes. When faced with the decision to choose between our child and me, you must allow our child to live. Please, promise me…"
"No!" The man's voice was still soft but very firm, causing the people in the room to jump slightly. Both his brothers looked at the man in sympathy, knowing Aragorn could never make such a choice. Finally the usually strong voice came, broken and reduced to fear by the elf lying on the bed. The elf that held his heart. "Can you not see? I cannot live without you, Legolas…"
When the elf gave him last smile and said. "I love you, Estel…king…of...Men…." With those words the prince head dropped and his eyes closed. Aragorn felt his fear spiking as he could no longer feel Legolas.
"Legolas!? Answer me!" He ordered, roughly shaking the lithe elf as tears blinding his vision. Without thinking he took Legolas' hand tighter in his own and closed his eyes, delving deep into the elven mind.
His passage was blocked immediately and he was thrown backwards by an unstoppable force. His eyes snapped open and he sprang to his feet, rushing to the bedside once more. He was stopped however by Elrohir and he recognized it as the same strength that had stopped him earlier.
Anger took over and Aragorn cried out. "Allow me to help him! Why are you keeping me away?"
The eternal young face of his brother was sad as Elrohir held him back, keeping Aragorn away from Legolas. "I cannot allow you to do that, Estel. Elladan is trying everything that he can do and you will only get in the way. Settle down and I will be forced to ask of you to leave the room."
"Elladan cannot help him. Legolas cannot die. I have loved him for nearly 60 years and he loves me. You cannot keep me away from him. He needs me as does our child." This time the normally calm voice rose to a shouting level.
"Estel calm yourself! You are not helping Legolas…"
"You are not helping him either. Let me near him! I can help him. I can block his passage to the Halls of waiting…"
"And perish in the process. What will you condemn Legolas to, a living hell for having to live without you? Increase his agony by allowing his child to live for him to be reminded of you each and everyday until he finally tries to flee his pain by taking his own life?" Elrohir's voice was firm.
"He can find a new mate. He can find new love." Aragorn answered softly. Elladan's sharp intake of breath had them both looking at Legolas. The already pale elf had paled even further.
Aragorn railed against the stronger elf and while Elrohir looked even sadder, the elf also looked more determent and said softly, making Aragorn confused. "I am sorry, brother nin but this has to be done."
The man wanted to ask what when pain exploded in his head. He wanted to curse at Elrohir for striking him unconscious but as darkness descended and his eyes closed, all he could think about was Legolas.
He struggled his way back into awareness as his head cleared. His head was throbbing and he wondered what happened. There had been something about Legolas and an attack and then… He shot up in the bed, all memories coming back to him again.
He heard soft voices from the other room and frowned as he focussed upon his bond with Legolas. He could not find it, which was strange. Normally he could always feel the elf even when Legolas was far away but it was of no matter now.
He quickly found he could walk, through this made the headache worse and he quickly shot into the other room. He only had eyes for the figure upon the bed until strong hands stopped him. He turned to look at Elladan's face. The elf's face was drawn tight with weariness as was Elrohir's as the elf came up behind his older brother.
"No, Estel, you cannot go to Legolas now. It is not wise…" The older elf started to say as Aragorn shuddered off his hands.
"I demand to see my husband. If Legolas is awake, he will be well again, will he not?" Elladan looked back at Elrohir and the elf shook his head sadly as Aragorn found himself growing concerned. "What is the matter? What are you not telling me?"
"We found out what the poison does. It creates temporary memory loss…" Elrohir said and Aragorn's heart sank. Yet he forced himself to remain hopeful as he said, shaking himself loose. "Legolas will not have forgotten me. Now I wish to see him."
He quickly shot past Elladan, making his way over to the bed. Blue eyes shifted to his own as the elf spoke. "Estel… I remember that name but it was so long ago…." Aragorn smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed and said. "Yes, I am Estel, Legolas."
He reached out to touch the elf's hand but Legolas jerked it back immediately and said in a harsh voice. "Only my husband can touch me."
"But, Legolas, I am your husband." Aragorn softly answered, feeling hands coming to rest upon his shoulder.
"Oh silly, you are not. He is." Following the finger to where it pointed Aragorn's heart nearly did stop this time. Legolas was pointing to Elladan. The man felt darkness descended as the air around him grew thick.
Strong arms lifted him and he was carried from the room, both his brothers right beside him. "How can this be? How can he not remember our love but know that you love him?" The man choked out, trying to still his limbs from trembling.
"He must have made some connection in his mind that he knew he was married and he knew Elladan. He has been saying Elladan is his husband from the moment he has woken. We did not have the heart to tell you. He only remembers your childhood name." Elladan softly explained, tears in his eyes.
"I wish to try again." Before any of the twins could stop him, Aragorn had already rushed back into the room and said. "Legolas, who is Aragorn?"
The elf's smile disappeared and it took on a blank and pained look. Legolas' hand rubbed at his stomach as the elf spoke. "He is….he is… I cannot remember." Both brothers started forward as Legolas began to trembling, crying out the name each time.
Aragorn felt fresh pain starting anew and while he wished for nothing more then to take the elf in his arms he did not wish to face the rejection and he fled. He ran and ran until he collapsed in the garden. He hid his face in his arm and wept, wondering how things could have gone so wrong when they were so happy.
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