Chapter 11
Aragorn stared helplessly as he watched Legolas take down the Beast and bring it down the waterfall. His lungs failed him as he watched Legolas land with a large splash. He couldn't tell if it were on his back or his stomach. One thing was for sure, Legolas took the beast down to let him get an advance on the beasts. But he didn't run, just stared. He couldn't save his friend this time, he stared. The beasts advanced. Aragorn fell to his knees.
"No," he whispered. "NO!" he turned and leapt to the shore. He turned and ran towards the slopes that led down the waterfall.
***
The sun seemed to float above him, glowing in wavy lines. He felt weak and drowsy. His back was stinging with pain. Bubbles rose from his mouth. He wanted to just float in mid-water forever. He knew that the beast was nearby, still alive. He waited. Then, something twitched at the back of his mind. An image of them, his family. He immediately stretched his stiff arms up to the surface and kicked his aching legs. He reemerged and breathed deeply. He looked around. He was surrounded by mist, nothing but mist, and a nearby roar.
Something grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He saw a large hairy face and a large paw with a knife in it. The hand brought down the knife, but he lifted his arm. The numbness went in hiding from the stinging wound. He wailed in pain, seeing the knife's end on the other side of his arm. The Beast seemed to be pulled away from him as the wound began to bleed. He suddenly felt himself being pulled about. His back hit a rock, knocking the air from his weak lungs. He gasped as he was tossed into bubbling white water.
Something hard knocked at him, and he found himself on the sand that was the shore. He coughed, water dribbling out of his mouth. The last thing he heard that day was voices crying:
"Griffin! Griffin! Come quick! It's an elf!" Legolas passed into darkness.
***
Aragorn felt tears well in his eyes as he ran down the river. There was no sign of Legolas, or the beast. There was nothing but him. He ran out of the mists of the waterfall along the river. There was nobody there but him. He ran until he was out of breath, then collapsed in a patch of water reeds. He began to cry. After childhood, war, and birth, they were finally separated for good. He felt tears roll down his cheeks and fall to the ground.
"Aragorn." came a whisper over the wind. "Go to the Vist Aragorn." Aragorn sobbed louder. It was the brave elf's last thoughts, spent worrying about the defeat of dwarves and man. Not of his family or of him. It was so brave and strange that he would think those words among the wind.
"Go to the Vist." Aragorn cried until night came.
***
Legolas awoke maybe a week later in a dark room. He found he was muttering under his breath, something that he had completely forgotten in waking up. His bed was uncomfortable wool, and there was no mattress. However, it felt great ever since the defeat of Rivendell. He winced at the pain in his right arm. There was a greenish bandage on it. Legolas examined it, it was made of leaves.
Legolas looked at his surroundings. The small room was lit by the light of a fire. A kind of porridge was set at his night table. It was cold, but he was so hungry. He ate it greedily He finished reluctantly, then wondered if he was supposed to. There was another bed in the room, maybe it was for whoever was sleeping in there. Legolas was surprised when he finished to find that he was only wearing some very short shorts. His bow was leaning against the wall, beside the arrows. His clothes were beside them.
He got out of bed and dressed, finding that he felt quite better, even though his wound hurt terribly. He headed towards the door to find that it was rather small, maybe four feet off the ground. He bent down and opened the door. It revealed a slightly larger room; a short table was in the center, a vase with some short flowers that he had never seen before. They were bright brown, and the center was pink. He walked by the table, past a little stove to a window. Outside, was a large garden of all sorts of flowers, including the ones that were on the table.
Legolas exited through a large round door, he stood at the start of a garden path, leading down a ways and then splitting in two. He rubbed his wound as he headed down the path of cobblestones.
The young voice of some creature danced around the garden. Legolas began to follow it, suddenly feeling quite drowsy. As he headed around several corners of flowers, the voice grew louder. Legolas stumbled at one point, his head felt heavy. When he recovered, the voice began to come to him.
A little creature came around the corner. Clauds of hair grew on it's large feet. It wore shorts and a leather vest.
"Oh!" it said, looking and Legolas. "You're up! Oh how are you feeling sir Legolas?" Legolas was startled to hear his name; he took a step back.
"You know my name?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! Young Frodo said to keep an eye out for an elven prince named Legolas and a man warrior named Aragorn. But we only found you." Legolas was startled. Frodo? Was he here? Where was here?
"Where I'm I?" asked Legolas.
"My friend," the little hobbit took Legolas's hand and took him around the corner. Legolas saw that the garden stretched on forever. There were ancient buildings that were still standing, sturdy as ever. There were also little huts and vegetable gardens. There was a small market to the east and a large teaching building to the west. Legolas's attention was drawn to the center of the town, where a large temple stood, overlooking all the small houses. "Welcome to the Vistan lands of Borg."
Aragorn stared helplessly as he watched Legolas take down the Beast and bring it down the waterfall. His lungs failed him as he watched Legolas land with a large splash. He couldn't tell if it were on his back or his stomach. One thing was for sure, Legolas took the beast down to let him get an advance on the beasts. But he didn't run, just stared. He couldn't save his friend this time, he stared. The beasts advanced. Aragorn fell to his knees.
"No," he whispered. "NO!" he turned and leapt to the shore. He turned and ran towards the slopes that led down the waterfall.
***
The sun seemed to float above him, glowing in wavy lines. He felt weak and drowsy. His back was stinging with pain. Bubbles rose from his mouth. He wanted to just float in mid-water forever. He knew that the beast was nearby, still alive. He waited. Then, something twitched at the back of his mind. An image of them, his family. He immediately stretched his stiff arms up to the surface and kicked his aching legs. He reemerged and breathed deeply. He looked around. He was surrounded by mist, nothing but mist, and a nearby roar.
Something grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. He saw a large hairy face and a large paw with a knife in it. The hand brought down the knife, but he lifted his arm. The numbness went in hiding from the stinging wound. He wailed in pain, seeing the knife's end on the other side of his arm. The Beast seemed to be pulled away from him as the wound began to bleed. He suddenly felt himself being pulled about. His back hit a rock, knocking the air from his weak lungs. He gasped as he was tossed into bubbling white water.
Something hard knocked at him, and he found himself on the sand that was the shore. He coughed, water dribbling out of his mouth. The last thing he heard that day was voices crying:
"Griffin! Griffin! Come quick! It's an elf!" Legolas passed into darkness.
***
Aragorn felt tears well in his eyes as he ran down the river. There was no sign of Legolas, or the beast. There was nothing but him. He ran out of the mists of the waterfall along the river. There was nobody there but him. He ran until he was out of breath, then collapsed in a patch of water reeds. He began to cry. After childhood, war, and birth, they were finally separated for good. He felt tears roll down his cheeks and fall to the ground.
"Aragorn." came a whisper over the wind. "Go to the Vist Aragorn." Aragorn sobbed louder. It was the brave elf's last thoughts, spent worrying about the defeat of dwarves and man. Not of his family or of him. It was so brave and strange that he would think those words among the wind.
"Go to the Vist." Aragorn cried until night came.
***
Legolas awoke maybe a week later in a dark room. He found he was muttering under his breath, something that he had completely forgotten in waking up. His bed was uncomfortable wool, and there was no mattress. However, it felt great ever since the defeat of Rivendell. He winced at the pain in his right arm. There was a greenish bandage on it. Legolas examined it, it was made of leaves.
Legolas looked at his surroundings. The small room was lit by the light of a fire. A kind of porridge was set at his night table. It was cold, but he was so hungry. He ate it greedily He finished reluctantly, then wondered if he was supposed to. There was another bed in the room, maybe it was for whoever was sleeping in there. Legolas was surprised when he finished to find that he was only wearing some very short shorts. His bow was leaning against the wall, beside the arrows. His clothes were beside them.
He got out of bed and dressed, finding that he felt quite better, even though his wound hurt terribly. He headed towards the door to find that it was rather small, maybe four feet off the ground. He bent down and opened the door. It revealed a slightly larger room; a short table was in the center, a vase with some short flowers that he had never seen before. They were bright brown, and the center was pink. He walked by the table, past a little stove to a window. Outside, was a large garden of all sorts of flowers, including the ones that were on the table.
Legolas exited through a large round door, he stood at the start of a garden path, leading down a ways and then splitting in two. He rubbed his wound as he headed down the path of cobblestones.
The young voice of some creature danced around the garden. Legolas began to follow it, suddenly feeling quite drowsy. As he headed around several corners of flowers, the voice grew louder. Legolas stumbled at one point, his head felt heavy. When he recovered, the voice began to come to him.
A little creature came around the corner. Clauds of hair grew on it's large feet. It wore shorts and a leather vest.
"Oh!" it said, looking and Legolas. "You're up! Oh how are you feeling sir Legolas?" Legolas was startled to hear his name; he took a step back.
"You know my name?" he asked.
"Oh, yes! Young Frodo said to keep an eye out for an elven prince named Legolas and a man warrior named Aragorn. But we only found you." Legolas was startled. Frodo? Was he here? Where was here?
"Where I'm I?" asked Legolas.
"My friend," the little hobbit took Legolas's hand and took him around the corner. Legolas saw that the garden stretched on forever. There were ancient buildings that were still standing, sturdy as ever. There were also little huts and vegetable gardens. There was a small market to the east and a large teaching building to the west. Legolas's attention was drawn to the center of the town, where a large temple stood, overlooking all the small houses. "Welcome to the Vistan lands of Borg."