Chapter 55
Aragorn ran and stumbled down the slope of the mountain. Everything shook and the earth beneath them cracked. But in addition to the fear he was feeling, he was overjoyed. They did it. Sauron's power was broken and the dark creature destroyed. At the same time, the king was afraid of the sight that would be offered to him. How did the battle go? How many of the brave warriors who had fought for Middle Earth freedom had died? Who had fallen and who was still alive? The fear gripped the human's heart and he hardly dared to look ahead. When they reached the bottom, the former ranger's breath caught. The earth among the orcs was collapsing, swallowing one orc after another. The ugly creatures were still trying to escape, but it was too late. The earth swallowed them up and with them the evil. Middle-earth was free. Evil was defeated and good had won.
"We actually did it," breathed Boromir stunned and Gilmi looked more than just overwhelmed. Aragorn scanned the remaining humans and elves who still could not believe their victory. However, he did not notice the orc, which in his last minutes aimed at the King of Gondor.
Suddenly the former ranger felt a hard push and fell to the floor with a surprised scream. What had happened now? Shocked, the human whirled around and let out a horrified scream. No, that was not possible! His eyes had to fool him! Legolas stood in front of him, his blue eyes wide with shock. But that wasn't the reason that Aragorn screamed. A black arrow protruded from his chest. The rest of the fellowship was just as shocked and for a moment time seemed to stand still. No more noise came to them, no sound left their lips. All of them could only stare in shock. Until Legolas collapsed. The king barely managed to sit up and catch his badly injured friend. Fear, shock, and pain spread through his heart and threatened to break it. The man was a healer and therefore knew the effects of the black arrows. As a rule, they ended in death. But Aragorn refused to accept this. No, Legolas would live! He had to live!
"Legolas ..." The former ranger fell silent. He didn't know what to say, struggled with his feelings. Painful blue eyes looked up at him. They were full of fear and at the same time full of hope.
"Estel, it's ... I'm sorry." The man shook his head. No, there was nothing the Prince had to feel sorry for. Tears formed in the man's gray eyes.
"You don't have to be sorry." The elf closed his eyes for a moment and panic spread across Aragorn, but then he opened them again and he grabbed his friend's hand. The king squeezed it lightly and tried to hold back his feelings.
"I'm sorry that I'll leave you now. Please take care of yourself, mellon-nin." Everything in the human froze.
"No! Legolas, you can't do that." The beautiful warrior's blue eyes beamed at him.
"We'll meet again, I promised you. I'll wait for you, my dear friend." And with these words, the eyes so familiar closed and the heart of the king broke. No! It couldn't be! Now that they had made it, where everything was fine, would they lose him?! Aragorn shook his head in despair, a tear ran down his cheek. Legolas had done so much for him had always been there and now he should just disappear?! 'No, I won't let that happen,' thought the man.
"Bring us several horses right away!", he called, although his voice was trembling and broken. Confused, painful and shocking looks hit him, but the former ranger didn't care. He looked at the motionless figure in his arms and gave the archer a gentle kiss on the head. "Hold on a little longer, my friend." There was now only one person who could help them.
Yes, I know, pretty mean by myself. But I hope you still like the story.
