Man, Chap. 3 already! I'm on a roll…maybe it's just because I'm babysitting my siblings. Yup. Yes I have no life…I wonder if you can buy them on Ebay?
Disclaimer: Like I said before, I own nothing. -_-
Stitch Up My Empty Hands
***Legolas***
I instantly relaxed as I felt Frodo's gentle embrace around me. But the dreams still haunted me. The Orc's malicious face kept lingering in my mind, they pain he inflicted upon me seeming fresher than ever. I couldn't get him to stop, no matter how much I pleaded. I remember how I cried for him to stop and how much it hurt. But he only wished to steal away my innocence. But in Frodo's embrace, I felt safe. Like no one could ever hurt me again. Ever. I nuzzled my face deeper into the folds of Frodo's shirt as I shivered a little. Falling into yet another restless sleep filled with dreams of terror.
~*~
The next morning I woke to find myself alone again. Frodo had obviously gotten up with the others. I looked around to see Aragorn and the others sitting around the campfire eating a meager breakfast. I rose from the nest of covers, somewhat shakily. Pain shot through my legs and my head as I staggered over to the small pool nearby. I looked into its ripping waters, seeing an ashen-faced elf with bruises covering his frail and thin frame. My once vibrant green eyes seemed grayish this morning. I was a mess. Gently splashing the icy water on my face I walked shakily over to where everyone was sitting. Frodo's eyes met mine and he smiled, I barely had the strength to return it. Nor was I in the mood. I merely pulled my knees to my chest and stayed silent. I could feel 7 pairs of eyes boring into me but I refused to meet any of them. I could feel the worry that radiated from the rest of the Fellowship. But I still felt ashamed, dirty. I stood again and walked over to my bedroll, nearly falling in the process. "Dammit, my head." I cursed quietly as I rolled up the bedroll and pulled on a tunic. Suddenly I felt Frodo's presence close to me, I concentrated on a leaf at my feet. "Um, Legolas. Are you alright this morning?" He inquired innocently. I merely shrugged.
***Frodo***
I turned away from Legolas dejectedly. He was so distant this morning. /You would too if you were just raped by an Orc.\ I reminded myself bitterly. I felt so angry. Angry that Legolas, one of the most beautiful beings I had ever laid eyes on, had to be subject to that kind of pain, that kind of torture. To think how much it must pain him. I hope he does okay on the journey today. He's so beautiful, I hate to see him suffer like this.
~*~
We soon packed up our bags and began to walk on. Legolas staggered behind, the pain obvious on his face. I slowed down until I was walking in step with my elven friend. "Here Legolas, let me take that pack from you." I offered. He just shook his head and trudged on. I sighed dejectedly and ran after him. "Legolas, if you want to talk about it…" He suddenly turned, his face angry. But there was also a hint of sorrow there. His eyes gave it away. "I don't want to talk about it okay? I would be better off if it was forgotten." He sounded as though he was fighting to keep his voice from breaking, his eyes staring to the ground. Those same bottomless eyes that never fail to mesmerize me. I walked on ahead, leaving the object of my affection to drag at the back of the group.
***Legolas***
As I watched Frodo walk away, I longed to run and shower him with kisses. I love him more than anything. But lately, I've lost sight of myself, of what I'm doing, and of what matters to me most. I cursed silently, bolts of white-hot pain shooting up my legs. My head still hurt too, like I was getting hit repeatedly in the head with a sledgehammer. I just need to rest.
~*~
We rested right in the heat of the day. It's a good thing too, the heat was beginning to take its toll on me. I went to the river to get a drink but instead, I heaved up everything I had eaten in the last 48 hours. No one seemed to notice, thank God. I washed the nasty taste from my mouth and returned to the group.
