Chapter 36
When Legolas regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was a burning pain that felt throughout his body. A soft, painful groan came from the lips of the Elven Prince. The memories came back slowly. They were full of pain and darkness. And he kept seeing the suffering eyes of his brothers in front of him. At that moment the archer noticed that he was lying on something soft. He blinked in confusion and looked straight into two gray eyes that eyed him worriedly.
"Legolas?", Aragorn breathed softly and the prince noticed that his head was lying on the ranger's lap.
"Estel," it came softly over his lips and the human above him smiled slightly.
"It's nice to see you awake, my friend," said the ranger softly, brushing back the elf's hair that had fallen into his face. The handsome warrior himself was unable to move. His whole body ached incredibly and even trying to lift his head sent a burning pain through his back. But Legolas gritted his teeth and suppressed a painful moan. There was really no time to rest now, though Aragorn would probably kill him for it.
"Will you help me sit up, mellon-nin?" It was very uncomfortable for the prince and it took an enormous effort to ask his friend about it, but alone he would probably pass out in pain. The ranger stared at him as if the elf was stupid.
"You won't sit up at all! You need rest and your back needs to be spared!" Legolas shook his head firmly, which aggravated the pain in his back, but the archer tried not to show the pain.
"We don't have time now to discuss! Please help me, Estel. Or I'll do it myself. I'm really fine." Aragorn sighed in pain, but the handsome warrior knew that he had made it. A small, victorious smile spread across his lips but disappeared again with the acrid pain in his back. The human was moving slowly and carefully and Legolas knew that his friend really had to worry. His heart ached for the human. "Estel. I'm really fine," he breathed in Elvish and looked up at his friend, who is now standing.
"Oh, Legolas. I know you're not, but I'm not going to discuss it with you now." With these words, he gave the prince his hands and the prince took them. When Aragorn pulled him up, the archer had to give everything to keep from crying out. The pain was almost unbearable. When it was inflicted on him, the handsome warrior hadn't felt it was that bad for a long time. But probably because he was lost in his thoughts all the time. But they could try everything, Legolas wouldn't tell them where the ring was or who had hidden it. It was too dangerous for him.
"Are you okay?", Gimli asked when the prince finally leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and his heart pounding quickly. The archer tried to calm down and nodded weakly.
"Did they speak to you?", Boromir asked worriedly and the Mirkwood elf knew that the man was referring to both the ring and his brothers. There was this pain again, but the beautiful warrior tried to suppress it. It was so strange that the last time he was in this situation he had lost his four brothers.
"Yes, they wanted to know where the ring is." Gimli made an angry face. "I'm afraid Eero knows that I know where he is." Legolas knew that the dark elf was not stupid. He knew the prince very well. And that made the elf's heart heavy with worry. The hobbits were huddled in the corner, seeming paralyzed with fear. Aragorn put a hand reassuringly on his friend's shoulder, but unfortunately, the door opened again.
