Aragorn awoke with a start, aware that a long time must have passed since he has last been conscious, yet unable to recall what had happened at that time. He listened to the sounds around him- or rather, the lack of any sounds that he recognised. Slowly he raised his head, the movement jarring his sense and causing him to wince in pain, although he managed to stifle the gasp that wished to escape from his throat. Once he had managed to life his head far enough he stopped in relief, closing his eyes as he waited for the pain to ebb away from him. This took longer than he had hoped, and he knew that any further movement on his part would start the whole cycle up again, to his dismay. He moved his eyes around carefully, taking care not to move his head, just his eyes, even this made his head burn. Lying a few feet away from him was the solider, stirring but clutching his head in pain, moaning softly to himself, punctuated by sharp gasps of pain when a dagger of pain shot through his body, tensing up and screwing up his eyes as if that would stop it hurting. A small way from him lay Faramir, still unconscious by the look of it. A small trickle of blood fell from his temple along his face, but his features were free of the lines of suffering on the soldier's face, and indeed those which much surely be mirrored on Aragorn's own face, he realised.
A crack from behind punctuated his thoughts, and he was frightened as to what it might be...there was no chance of him being able to defend himself in this state. A strong pair of hands gripped Aragorn from behind, and unbidden a small yelp left his mouth, summoned by the lighting-white pain that coursed through him at the movement, or the fear of what was going to happen to him if this was a foe that had encountered them first.
Twisting around despite the pain, the relief almost made up for the pain as he saw the familiar elfin features of Elrond, his face a mask of concern for the man he had brought up and given his daughter to in marriage. Aragorn clutched at his arm, fighting the nausea and determined not to give in. Over his shoulder, Haldir attended the unknown soldier, with Legolas tending to the unconscious Faramir. It was with almost resentment that Aragorn saw this, but in his mind he passed off that Faramir was the most in danger, and so should be tended by Elrond, the most proficient healer of the three elves.
Slowly Elrond and Haldir steered their human patients to a small cave that they had obviously scouted out. The elves did not seem to be affected at all the trans-dimensional journey that they had just made; the humans, sorry to say, could not say the same. Legolas carried Faramir in, draped across his arms like a child, with as much effort used on Legolas' part as if the man weighed less than a small child. When the three humans were settled the elves sat down along side them, huddled into a small group and speaking elvish. Aragorn strained his ears, but the dull throbbing black pain at the back of his head stopped him from concentrating. A noise made them all look up, to see Gimli clumping into the cave, carrying as much wood as he could carry, not much to keep them warm for very long, but a start. It was only then that Aragorn noticed how cold and dark the place was, not just inside the cave but outside as well. It was as though he sun was somehow blocked out from shining, but that would be impossible- it would require something huge to block out the rays, but Aragorn was too tired to think about it anymore. He gave out an involuntary shudder of cold, Legolas looked up in concern at the man who, though Aragorn did not know it, was already turning blue from the cold. Legolas walked over to him, pulling off his tunic and draping it over Aragorn, who took it with a small nod of thanks. Legolas put his hand on the man's forehead with concern, then beckoned Elrond over
'He is weakening, Lord, I do not know what it is, but you have many more years than I and may know more what to do'
Elrond shook his head sadly, and muttered in a low voice to Legolas
' I have never seen anything like this before- indeed how could I have done? None of the men have taken the journey between the worlds well, but Aragorn seems most affected- strange, as he is closer to being an elf than the other two. I do not know why elves and dwarves may make the journey unharmed, or seemingly, but we must worry about him. There is little I can do, we will have to pray that someone here can be of aid'
Legolas looked in worry at his friend, who was shivering with his eyes closed, in the half-awake half-asleep sleep of the diseased, his heart aching at not knowing what to do to help. He took one of Aragorn's hands in his own, trying to warm it, to pass on some of his immortal strength to his friend. In his sleep, Aragorn suddenly had the sense of the sun coming out on him briefly, the wind rustled through his ears, all betrayed to his face by his brow lightening and a small smile coming to his lips. Elrond and Legolas looked slightly bewildered at this, but took it as a good sign, and left him to rest and let sleep do what it could for him. For all of them.
Elrond worked quickly on Faramir and the soldier, who they discovered was named Seyae, a slightly elvish name that had come from a mother bewitched by the tales of the elves in their wooden halls and forest homes. He seemed to be in a fine condition, especially compared to Aragorn, although he was not in the least hungry. He was fairly quiet, answering questions quietly, shortly and to the point; however, they put this down to the company he was in- three legendary and hauntingly beautiful elves, the King Elessar, a slightly annoyed dwarf and the Steward of Gondor, anyone who 'knew their place' would be intimidated. Seyae fell asleep soon afterwards, his rough snores reverberating around the cave until Gimli kicked him almost lightly in the small of the back, to turn him over. Faramir was also asleep, he has not really woken up from when they had arrived, but his sleep was that of the normal respite. Gimli soon joined him in the land of dreams, although his was a fevered and broken sleep.
Their work done, the elves sat at the mouth of the cave in a small group. Each ate a small wafer of lembas, much less than they had rationed for the day, but they knew that with two extra people, and three of the people ill, the food would last for a much shorter period than they had planned for. Speaking in low voices they condemned the mission, each expressing their feelings of doom for the task and that they would never see their homes on Middle Earth again. Haldir was the first to fall asleep, his head dropping onto Legolas' shoulder the first notion he has of his comrade's weariness- he has indeed been caught up in his own thoughts not to notice. Gently, with a small smile on his face Legolas carried the elf to a place in the cave by the remnants of the fire, and lay down beside him himself. Soon they both walked in the dream fields, watching them Elrond could only hope that they place filled their hearts with light, love and hope- for they would not find many in the strange place which they had come. The two were huddled together, compensating for Legolas' tunic having been leant to Aragorn. Elrond signed, pulled his tunic close around him and slept himself, and he dreamed of his wife and his home.
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i'm sorry if this chapter is not as good as any of the others, firstly i felt i needed to throw just something together to update, plus there isn't really any action to happen yet. Hopefully the next will be better, if you liked the thing please review so I know where i'm going with this.
A crack from behind punctuated his thoughts, and he was frightened as to what it might be...there was no chance of him being able to defend himself in this state. A strong pair of hands gripped Aragorn from behind, and unbidden a small yelp left his mouth, summoned by the lighting-white pain that coursed through him at the movement, or the fear of what was going to happen to him if this was a foe that had encountered them first.
Twisting around despite the pain, the relief almost made up for the pain as he saw the familiar elfin features of Elrond, his face a mask of concern for the man he had brought up and given his daughter to in marriage. Aragorn clutched at his arm, fighting the nausea and determined not to give in. Over his shoulder, Haldir attended the unknown soldier, with Legolas tending to the unconscious Faramir. It was with almost resentment that Aragorn saw this, but in his mind he passed off that Faramir was the most in danger, and so should be tended by Elrond, the most proficient healer of the three elves.
Slowly Elrond and Haldir steered their human patients to a small cave that they had obviously scouted out. The elves did not seem to be affected at all the trans-dimensional journey that they had just made; the humans, sorry to say, could not say the same. Legolas carried Faramir in, draped across his arms like a child, with as much effort used on Legolas' part as if the man weighed less than a small child. When the three humans were settled the elves sat down along side them, huddled into a small group and speaking elvish. Aragorn strained his ears, but the dull throbbing black pain at the back of his head stopped him from concentrating. A noise made them all look up, to see Gimli clumping into the cave, carrying as much wood as he could carry, not much to keep them warm for very long, but a start. It was only then that Aragorn noticed how cold and dark the place was, not just inside the cave but outside as well. It was as though he sun was somehow blocked out from shining, but that would be impossible- it would require something huge to block out the rays, but Aragorn was too tired to think about it anymore. He gave out an involuntary shudder of cold, Legolas looked up in concern at the man who, though Aragorn did not know it, was already turning blue from the cold. Legolas walked over to him, pulling off his tunic and draping it over Aragorn, who took it with a small nod of thanks. Legolas put his hand on the man's forehead with concern, then beckoned Elrond over
'He is weakening, Lord, I do not know what it is, but you have many more years than I and may know more what to do'
Elrond shook his head sadly, and muttered in a low voice to Legolas
' I have never seen anything like this before- indeed how could I have done? None of the men have taken the journey between the worlds well, but Aragorn seems most affected- strange, as he is closer to being an elf than the other two. I do not know why elves and dwarves may make the journey unharmed, or seemingly, but we must worry about him. There is little I can do, we will have to pray that someone here can be of aid'
Legolas looked in worry at his friend, who was shivering with his eyes closed, in the half-awake half-asleep sleep of the diseased, his heart aching at not knowing what to do to help. He took one of Aragorn's hands in his own, trying to warm it, to pass on some of his immortal strength to his friend. In his sleep, Aragorn suddenly had the sense of the sun coming out on him briefly, the wind rustled through his ears, all betrayed to his face by his brow lightening and a small smile coming to his lips. Elrond and Legolas looked slightly bewildered at this, but took it as a good sign, and left him to rest and let sleep do what it could for him. For all of them.
Elrond worked quickly on Faramir and the soldier, who they discovered was named Seyae, a slightly elvish name that had come from a mother bewitched by the tales of the elves in their wooden halls and forest homes. He seemed to be in a fine condition, especially compared to Aragorn, although he was not in the least hungry. He was fairly quiet, answering questions quietly, shortly and to the point; however, they put this down to the company he was in- three legendary and hauntingly beautiful elves, the King Elessar, a slightly annoyed dwarf and the Steward of Gondor, anyone who 'knew their place' would be intimidated. Seyae fell asleep soon afterwards, his rough snores reverberating around the cave until Gimli kicked him almost lightly in the small of the back, to turn him over. Faramir was also asleep, he has not really woken up from when they had arrived, but his sleep was that of the normal respite. Gimli soon joined him in the land of dreams, although his was a fevered and broken sleep.
Their work done, the elves sat at the mouth of the cave in a small group. Each ate a small wafer of lembas, much less than they had rationed for the day, but they knew that with two extra people, and three of the people ill, the food would last for a much shorter period than they had planned for. Speaking in low voices they condemned the mission, each expressing their feelings of doom for the task and that they would never see their homes on Middle Earth again. Haldir was the first to fall asleep, his head dropping onto Legolas' shoulder the first notion he has of his comrade's weariness- he has indeed been caught up in his own thoughts not to notice. Gently, with a small smile on his face Legolas carried the elf to a place in the cave by the remnants of the fire, and lay down beside him himself. Soon they both walked in the dream fields, watching them Elrond could only hope that they place filled their hearts with light, love and hope- for they would not find many in the strange place which they had come. The two were huddled together, compensating for Legolas' tunic having been leant to Aragorn. Elrond signed, pulled his tunic close around him and slept himself, and he dreamed of his wife and his home.
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i'm sorry if this chapter is not as good as any of the others, firstly i felt i needed to throw just something together to update, plus there isn't really any action to happen yet. Hopefully the next will be better, if you liked the thing please review so I know where i'm going with this.