Chapter 10
As gently as possible, Aragorn lifted the elf into his arms, but of course, the prince groaned agonizingly and closed his eyes firmly to bear the pain.
The ranger pulled the face in agony. He was so infinitely sorry, but just now he could not spare the archer all the pain, although he would like to do so incredibly.
The breath of the beautiful warrior went fast and shallow and it was more than clear that he was fighting. The human carefully put his fingers on Legolas' neck. His heart was beating much too fast. Time was running out.
At this thought, the man's heart became heavy and he ran. Once more the prince groaned and although the ranger was very sorry, he knew that they could not be slower. Otherwise, the archer would die in his arms.
With this thought, Aragorn had to swallow. No, he would not let that happen!
The ranger quickly left the building and he was more than grateful when he felt the cold night air. With the elf in his arms, the human got on his horse, which recognized the seriousness of the situation and ran off immediately.
Another painful groan left the archer's lips and the man pulled him protectively a little closer. "Please hold on a little longer, Legolas. You can not sleep," Aragorn pleaded desperately when he noticed that the eyes of the prince closed again.
"U-bulon, Estel...", came the quiet reply of the beautiful warrior. The ranger's heart contracted in fear and pain. Legolas could not give up! Not now, not here. He could not!
"Please don't, Legolas. Ú-erich leithio! I need you!" The blue eyes opened for a moment, met the gray of the man. Everything in the ranger cried out in indescribable agony. He could not lose the elf!
"It is too late, Estel. Ú galad. My time is over." Aragorn closed his eyes for a moment. The pain in his heart was unbearable. But he would not give up. The ranger would fight for his friend.
"No, Legolas. You will be all right." The prince smiled slightly, but it quickly disappeared as he trembled with pain. "Boe naid bain gwannathar ...Goheno nin."
With these words, the blue eyes closed and the archer went limp. Panic spread through the ranger and he immediately searched for a pulse.
The human was more than relieved to find one. It was fast and weak, but there was some, and that was all that mattered.
The man pressed the beautiful warrior close to his chest and gave him a gentle kiss on the head. 'Hold on, my friend. Please.'
Elrond stood in Legolas' room and made everything ready. Since the Mirkwood elf was here so often, he already had his own room, although he hardly used it. The prince and Estel were mostly just out and about and didn't really spend much time here.
"Ada?", a voice of uncertainty suddenly sounded and the lord turned around. His son, Elladan, stood in the doorway and looked at him with anxiety. "Ion-nin, man trasta le?," the elder elf asked. The Lord of Rivendell already knew from the expression on the elf's face that something was wrong.
"I do not know. Somehow I have a strange feeling." Elrond sighed. He knew what his son meant. He did, too. But unlike his son, the Lord knew exactly what it was. Something had happened out there that left the archer dying.
The healer put a hand on Elladan's shoulder. "They will be fine. Legolas will be fine. We will do everything we can to help him."
The younger one sighed. "Why can't they return safely and unharmed for once?" Despite the situation, the Lord of Rivendell had to smile. Unfortunately, his son was right. Almost never were the two of them unharmed and they were fine. "Whatever it is this time, we will make it."
U-bulon. - I cannot.
Ú-erich leithio! - You can't let go!
Ú galad. - There is no more light.
Boe naid bain gwannathar. Goheno nin. - All things must pass. Forgive me.
Ion-nin, man trasta le? - My son, what troubles you?