Here's Chap. 2. I'm really fast huh? Yes, now say Thank you. * Nods * There.
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Stitch Up My Empty Hands
***Legolas***
I shivered against Aragon's embrace, my eyes looking forward to Frodo's angelic face walking beside us. God he's beautiful. I shook these thoughts away when we reached camp. We were greeted with cries from Grimli, Boromir, Merry, Pippin, and Sam. We were showered with questions like "What happened Legolas?" I didn't answer them, the memories of what that Orc did to me rushing back. Aragon laid me down on a bedroll, covering my bruised and naked body. Frodo brought me a flask of water, gently opening my lips to pour the refreshing water down my throat. I whispered my thanks as Frodo gently stroked my messy blonde locks. Aragon returned from the river with a bowl of water to wash myself and some of his extra clothing, as mine were torn from me. Frodo helped me up and walked me to an area behind some trees. "I'll wait behind this tree." Frodo assured me as I dropped the cloth from my body and began to furiously scrub my body. I couldn't get rid of that dirty feeling, like I was coated with a permanent layer of dirt. The water on my face began to mix with my salty tears. I washed my hair and dressed into the new clothing Aragon had given me. When I emerged, Frodo offered his hand and we walked back to camp. "Are you going to be okay tonight Legolas?" He asked me, I feebly shook my head. "I'll stay with you." Frodo said with a smile as we reached the camp.
***Frodo***
When we walked back into the clearing, everyone was ready to sleep. Aragon had volunteered to take over Legolas' watch. I gently led him to his bed and tucked him in, laying my bedroll beside his. I moved it a few inches closer than needed but I couldn't help but be close to him. He was beautiful, no doubt about it. I smiled as he gently drifted to sleep, my hand gently stroking his now clean golden hair.
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In the middle of the night, I woke to find Legolas sobbing in his bed. He kept crying out in Elvish. The same words over and over. "Let go of me! Please stop! Stop! It hurts!" He cried and I gently shook him awake. I looked worriedly down at him as his shockingly green eyes looked up at me. "Legolas, it's okay. You were having a nightmare." He nodded. "Please stay with me Frodo, I-I feel so ashamed." My blue eyes widened. "What happened was not your fault Legolas! You have NO need to be ashamed. Ever." I laid down beside him, holding him close as to comfort him. But I couldn't help wishing that I could bend down and kiss those soft pink lips.
