OKAY, ppls....I have stuff to talk about...
Salysha, I'm sorry that you feel that my story's rating is too low, but no, I did not rate it PG13 for fear that some ppl wouldn't read it....that's just wrong. Also, I KNOW that ARagorn is the son of ARathorn....I just can't type too well...and when I write, my mind goes faster than my fingers, so...ya know, typos happen.
Oh, and yes all you Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir lovers.......those wonderful Elves WILL definitely be in this story! They are da bomb!
Nili, thanks so much for saying I'm worse than Cassia and Sio on Cliffhangers! You are soo kind......I take that as a major compliment. Cassia and Sio are two of my favorite writers here at ff.net! You made my day by comparing me to them!
Now then...if I missed you in my replies, I'm sorry, but THANKS FOR THE LOVELY REVIEWS! Y'ALL ARE SOOOO SWEET! *hugs to all reviewers*
Ch. 2
Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, sat up swiftly upon hearing a long, tormented cry echo through the forest.
On his way to visit his friend Aragorn in Rivendell, he had stopped to rest for the night. He had been dozing against a tree when he heard it..................a tortured scream echoing through the calm of the forest.
To him, the scream seemed close....barely a few miles away........................
And the voice of the scream seemed so agonizingly familiar.........
ARAGORN!
Legolas sprang to his feet and dashed through the forest in the direction the cry came from. On the chance that was his friend, he had to help him..........even if it was not his dear friend, whoever was in enough agony to scream that loud needed some kind of aid.
The Elven Prince sprinted until he saw the glow of a campsite's fire, then slowed to where he could jog soundlessly. He peered into the clearing, hiding behind the shelter of a fallen log.
In the clearing, was an Orc camp. In the center of the Orc camp, bound to at tree next to the fire was Aragorn, who hung limply in his restraints. Blood covered the Dunedain and still ran from the many lashes the whip had opened.
The sight of his friend sparked an angry, burning fire in Legolas. He quickly pulled his arrows out and aimed carefully into the clearing.
The Prince of Mirkwood moved at an inhuman speed, unstringing arrows into the Orc camp, quickly and efficiently slaying all Orcs who came into his line of vision.
Not one Orc escaped the Elf's keen eyesight and swift, deadly aim.
Every Orc in the camp laid slain by the time Legolas was finished. The Orcs had yet to even get a general idea as to where their attacker had been coming from.
Legolas swiftly leapt over the fallen log he had used as cover and raced over to his friend. He tenderly felt for a pulse, and to his relief, he felt the weak, but steady beat of the Dunedain's heart beneath his fingers.
Legolas shifted Aragorn's weight off of the Ranger's wrists and leaned him against his chest as he cut the bonds with his Elven knives.
Aragorn moaned softly at the jarring motion as his wrists were set free.
Legolas gently lowered Aragorn to the ground onto his back. "Sh.......it is all right, it is I, Legolas."
Aragorn kept his eyes shut tightly against the pain in his body.....and his own eyes. "Legolas....how?"He murmured, his voice raw and choked from screaming and pain.
"I was on my way to visit you in Rivendell. I'm glad I heard you,"Legolas said, gently running a hand over the Dunedain's injuries as he felt for broken bones.
Aragorn moaned softly as Legolas touched his abused chest. As he closed his eyes tighter, a raw agony swept through his face, especially his eyes as nerves sparked to life. Aragorn groaned in untold agony. "It hurts, Legolas.........it hurts."
Legolas's heart clenched at the pleading note in his friend's voice. The agonized plea made Aragorn seem his young age of only 20 years.
"Where does it hurt, Estel?"Legolas inquired, knowing Aragorn was not referring to the long whip lashes across his chest.
"My eyes,"Aragorn choked out. "Oh, Eru.......my eyes...."
Legolas's heart sank at the words. "Aragorn, open your eyes,"Legolas murmured, shading his friend's face from the soft light of the fire with a shaking hand.
Aragorn moaned softly as he forced his eyes open.
Legolas stifled a soft gasp as he looked into his friend's usually clear silver-blue gaze. Only sightless, scarred, clouded eyes that did not focus stared back.
"Legolas....I—I can't see,"Aragorn whispered, fear leaking through his usually calm demeanor as pain wore down on him.
"Do not worry, my friend.....close your eyes and rest. Lord Elrond will be able to heal you,"Legolas soothed, reaching into his pack and pulled out a small bottle of liquid that would sedate the Ranger.
"Drink this,"Legolas said, guiding the bottle into Aragorn's hand and aiding the Dunedain in getting it to his lips.
Aragorn nodded, drinking the bottle's contents without question. The Ranger leaned backward sleepily.
Legolas quickly leaned forward and caught his friend, lowering him to the ground. He then gently pulled Aragorn into his arms and picked him up.
Legolas stood and began to carry his friend back to Rivendell, where hopefully, he would regain his sight.
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The Prince of Mirkwood looked at the sleeping form of his friend. Aragorn laid on the ground, Legolas's cloak draped over his injured body.
Legolas sighed.
He could not get the sight of Aragorn's sightless, silver-blue eyes out of his mind. The unfocused, frightened gaze of his friend haunted him.
Was there hope for Aragorn?
Would the heir of Isildur lose his sight?
Questions raced through Legolas's mind at lightning speed, sparking uncertainty. Would Aragorn ever be able to see again?
Legolas shuddered at the thought of Aragorn never being able to enjoy the woods as he had before—
The Prince cut his thought short, unwilling to face the harsh, but possible truth.
No.... Estel could—would be cured.............just maybe......
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Salysha, I'm sorry that you feel that my story's rating is too low, but no, I did not rate it PG13 for fear that some ppl wouldn't read it....that's just wrong. Also, I KNOW that ARagorn is the son of ARathorn....I just can't type too well...and when I write, my mind goes faster than my fingers, so...ya know, typos happen.
Oh, and yes all you Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir lovers.......those wonderful Elves WILL definitely be in this story! They are da bomb!
Nili, thanks so much for saying I'm worse than Cassia and Sio on Cliffhangers! You are soo kind......I take that as a major compliment. Cassia and Sio are two of my favorite writers here at ff.net! You made my day by comparing me to them!
Now then...if I missed you in my replies, I'm sorry, but THANKS FOR THE LOVELY REVIEWS! Y'ALL ARE SOOOO SWEET! *hugs to all reviewers*
Ch. 2
Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, sat up swiftly upon hearing a long, tormented cry echo through the forest.
On his way to visit his friend Aragorn in Rivendell, he had stopped to rest for the night. He had been dozing against a tree when he heard it..................a tortured scream echoing through the calm of the forest.
To him, the scream seemed close....barely a few miles away........................
And the voice of the scream seemed so agonizingly familiar.........
ARAGORN!
Legolas sprang to his feet and dashed through the forest in the direction the cry came from. On the chance that was his friend, he had to help him..........even if it was not his dear friend, whoever was in enough agony to scream that loud needed some kind of aid.
The Elven Prince sprinted until he saw the glow of a campsite's fire, then slowed to where he could jog soundlessly. He peered into the clearing, hiding behind the shelter of a fallen log.
In the clearing, was an Orc camp. In the center of the Orc camp, bound to at tree next to the fire was Aragorn, who hung limply in his restraints. Blood covered the Dunedain and still ran from the many lashes the whip had opened.
The sight of his friend sparked an angry, burning fire in Legolas. He quickly pulled his arrows out and aimed carefully into the clearing.
The Prince of Mirkwood moved at an inhuman speed, unstringing arrows into the Orc camp, quickly and efficiently slaying all Orcs who came into his line of vision.
Not one Orc escaped the Elf's keen eyesight and swift, deadly aim.
Every Orc in the camp laid slain by the time Legolas was finished. The Orcs had yet to even get a general idea as to where their attacker had been coming from.
Legolas swiftly leapt over the fallen log he had used as cover and raced over to his friend. He tenderly felt for a pulse, and to his relief, he felt the weak, but steady beat of the Dunedain's heart beneath his fingers.
Legolas shifted Aragorn's weight off of the Ranger's wrists and leaned him against his chest as he cut the bonds with his Elven knives.
Aragorn moaned softly at the jarring motion as his wrists were set free.
Legolas gently lowered Aragorn to the ground onto his back. "Sh.......it is all right, it is I, Legolas."
Aragorn kept his eyes shut tightly against the pain in his body.....and his own eyes. "Legolas....how?"He murmured, his voice raw and choked from screaming and pain.
"I was on my way to visit you in Rivendell. I'm glad I heard you,"Legolas said, gently running a hand over the Dunedain's injuries as he felt for broken bones.
Aragorn moaned softly as Legolas touched his abused chest. As he closed his eyes tighter, a raw agony swept through his face, especially his eyes as nerves sparked to life. Aragorn groaned in untold agony. "It hurts, Legolas.........it hurts."
Legolas's heart clenched at the pleading note in his friend's voice. The agonized plea made Aragorn seem his young age of only 20 years.
"Where does it hurt, Estel?"Legolas inquired, knowing Aragorn was not referring to the long whip lashes across his chest.
"My eyes,"Aragorn choked out. "Oh, Eru.......my eyes...."
Legolas's heart sank at the words. "Aragorn, open your eyes,"Legolas murmured, shading his friend's face from the soft light of the fire with a shaking hand.
Aragorn moaned softly as he forced his eyes open.
Legolas stifled a soft gasp as he looked into his friend's usually clear silver-blue gaze. Only sightless, scarred, clouded eyes that did not focus stared back.
"Legolas....I—I can't see,"Aragorn whispered, fear leaking through his usually calm demeanor as pain wore down on him.
"Do not worry, my friend.....close your eyes and rest. Lord Elrond will be able to heal you,"Legolas soothed, reaching into his pack and pulled out a small bottle of liquid that would sedate the Ranger.
"Drink this,"Legolas said, guiding the bottle into Aragorn's hand and aiding the Dunedain in getting it to his lips.
Aragorn nodded, drinking the bottle's contents without question. The Ranger leaned backward sleepily.
Legolas quickly leaned forward and caught his friend, lowering him to the ground. He then gently pulled Aragorn into his arms and picked him up.
Legolas stood and began to carry his friend back to Rivendell, where hopefully, he would regain his sight.
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The Prince of Mirkwood looked at the sleeping form of his friend. Aragorn laid on the ground, Legolas's cloak draped over his injured body.
Legolas sighed.
He could not get the sight of Aragorn's sightless, silver-blue eyes out of his mind. The unfocused, frightened gaze of his friend haunted him.
Was there hope for Aragorn?
Would the heir of Isildur lose his sight?
Questions raced through Legolas's mind at lightning speed, sparking uncertainty. Would Aragorn ever be able to see again?
Legolas shuddered at the thought of Aragorn never being able to enjoy the woods as he had before—
The Prince cut his thought short, unwilling to face the harsh, but possible truth.
No.... Estel could—would be cured.............just maybe......
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