ehehe....you ppl like it? lol thanks for the lovely reviews!
Lol......Salysha...I am very anti-arwen. (sorry to all you arwen fans.....she took Glorfindel's spot in the movie, therefor, she is not on my favorite characters list) So, Arwen will not be appearing in this story. Sorry, but neither will Glorfindel, as AWESOME as he is.
I'm sorry the chapters are soo short! I just cut the story up into sections where I think it's good to stop.
LoL@ Nili...my parents and family had to get used to me dealing w/ cliffies, as well. I'm currently going to therapy to deal w/ it..lol Just joking.......I'm not so strange as to need therapy, but I'm flattered that you like the story! Also...HE IS MY ARAGORN!! lol
Now then........on w/ the show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs and hides*
Ch. 3
Legolas gently carried his friend up to the steps of Lord Elrond's home in Rivendell. Hours earlier, Aragorn had lapsed into the unconscious world as his wounds became infected and his fever rose.
Getting the trembling, sweating, bleeding, sick ranger back to Imladris had been no easy task for Legolas, but determination and concern for his friend kept him going at a steady pace.
Just as Legolas walked up to the door, Elladan and Elrohir, Elrond's twin sons, were walking out, apparently about to go look for their younger human brother.
When the twins saw Legolas covered in Aragorn's blood with the unconscious Ranger in his arms, shock and heart-wrenching worry registered on their faces.
Elladan rushed forward and relieved Legolas of his burden, almost in tears at seeing his human brother in that state.
Elrohir rushed inside, frantically calling his father's name. "ADA!!!!!!! FATHER!!! ESTEL'S WOUNDED!!!"
Before the twins had made it past the threshold, Elrond arrived. The Elven Lord's heart sank upon seeing his youngest, adopted son in such a condition.
The way Aragorn trembled with cold, yet with sweat dotting his forehead, combined with the blood that covered both his son and his son's rescuer, made the Elf Lord feel ill.
The Lord of Imladris quickly ordered his sons to get Aragorn inside and onto a bed, saying he would be there momentarily. He then turned to Legolas, who was standing there, numb with exhaustion and worry. "Are you all right, young Prince?"
Legolas nodded slowly, forcing his mouth to work. "The blood is not mine. I am well,"Legolas said simply, knowing there was no need to explain himself further. He knew that Elrond would understand....that the blood was Aragorn's.
"Very well then, please, come inside. Glorfindel will get you some tea. You need to rest. I must go tend to Estel,"Elrond said, rushing off, ushering the Prince inside to his servant.
Legolas allowed himself to be led to a the guest room he usually stayed in when he visited Rivendell, then fell back onto the soft bed, but no sleep came to him.............his thoughts were occupied with the situation of his friend.
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Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir worked swiftly late into the night, working desperately to defeat the fever that raged through Aragorn's body.
Aragorn trembled softly, uncontrollably with the chills the fever brought on him.
The three Elves worked emotionlessly, trying not to let their feelings for their brother and son get in the way of saving the young Dunedain's life.
Still, that did not stop them from feeling.
When a soft whimper of pain escaped Aragorn's throat as he was caught in fevered dreams, it broke all three Elves' hearts.
By dawn, the three Elves had worked themselves into exhaustion, but they had accomplished their task. Aragorn's fever had been brought down and he as stabilized and would seemingly be well soon.
Little did they know, there was an injury they had yet to see.
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Aragorn's consciousness came slowly as he began to awaken to the world around him. He groaned softly, as he took a deep breath, stretching the healing skin of his chest.
The heir of Isildur forced his breathing to calm into smaller breaths as he came to wakefulness.
A soft voice caused Aragorn to awake fully. "I am glad to see you awake, my son,"Elrond said softly, entering the room.
"Father?"Aragorn inquired softly, hardly daring to believe he was safe at home. Aragorn opened his eyes to see darkness, but his mind did not register what he was seeing.....was not the fault of his eyes. He did not remember the veil of darkness that had fallen over his eyesight when the Orcs had tortured him.
"Yes, it is I, Estel....you are safe now,"Elrond said, averting his gaze to the window, banishing the memories of the times when Aragorn had been at death's door the night before.
After a hesitant pause, Aragorn spoke, his voice quiet and hoarse, barely above a murmur. The tone of his voice was confused, as if he were trying to remember something important that had happened to him. "Father..........why is it so dark? Aren't you going to light a candle or something?"
Elrond turned to look at his adopted son, his brow furrowing with confusion upon hearing the question. It was noon, therefor the room was fully lit with the bright, midday sun.
When Elrond looked at his son, his breath caught in his throat as he looked into his son's eyes. Aragorn's usually alert, bright silver-blue eyes were clouded and scarred, unfocussed and unseeing...............blind.
Aragorn was blind.
"Estel......Aragorn............the room is fully lit,"Elrond revealed quietly.
Aragorn's sightless eyes widened as memories of what the Orcs had done to him flooded back to his mind. The young Ranger could not stifle the soft groan of dismay and pain as he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, closing them tightly. "No........no...."
Elrond took Aragorn's wrists in his hands and gently pulled them back down to rest on the bed. "Estel, how and when did this happen?"
Aragorn took a deep breath to calm himself, but winced as he did so. He took a moment to compose himself, then spoke, his voice still trembling anyway. "It was the night Legolas saved me......The Orcs.....they poured some kind of acidic potion into my eyes......I made them angry, Ada....I did not mean to....."
As Aragorn's voice broke off, Elrond gently hushed his son. "It is all right, Estel.....one does not mean to make Orcs angry. They are merely quick tempered and idiotic. It is not hard to get one of them frustrated." Elrond's small stab at humor made the human crack a small smile through his dismay. "This can be reversed. Though the healing process may take a while....and may not work, I will do all I can to heal you of your blindness, my son. You will see again."
With that, the Elf Lord stood, gently kissing Aragorn's forehead as he left to get the medicines he would need. He just hoped that his healing abilities would not fail him.
A few moments later, when Elrond returned, he sat himself on his son's bedside. He then soaked a strip of bandage cloth in a bowl of water, in which he had boiled a mixture of healing herbs.
"This may burn for a few moments, but it should help to heal your eyes. You must leave the bandage over your eyes until I say otherwise,"Elrond said, wrapping the strip of cloth over his son's eyes and around the back of his head to hold it in place.
Aragorn winced at the burning sensation the hot cloth and boiled herbs brought at first, but dulled after a few moments passed. "Are you sure this will help, Ada?"
Elrond took a moment to consider his son's question before he spoke. "I will not lie to you, Estel. I have never dealt with curing blindness before and I am unsure if this will work, but I am confident that you will see again,"he said, trying unsuccessfully to filter all the uncertainty from his voice.
Aragorn nodded slowly. "I hope so.............besides, I am in your care. It will work,"Aragorn replied, making a weak stab at humor.
Elrond smiled faintly at the comment. "Yes.....it is as you say, my son.....I will tell your brothers and Legolas that you are awake. They will want to see how you are doing."
As the Lord of Rivendell strode from the room, Aragorn halted him with a soft word. "No....wait, Ada...I don't want them to see me like this....."
"Why not, Estel? See you like how?"Elrond inquired.
Aragorn hesitated before speaking, taking a moment to sort his thoughts out. "I.....I just need some time."
"As you wish, Estel...as you wish." Elrond walked from the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
Though the Lord of Imladris said Aragorn would have time, that did not mean his solitude would last for long. Eventually, Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas would go and visit Aragorn, with or without his permission.
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Lol......Salysha...I am very anti-arwen. (sorry to all you arwen fans.....she took Glorfindel's spot in the movie, therefor, she is not on my favorite characters list) So, Arwen will not be appearing in this story. Sorry, but neither will Glorfindel, as AWESOME as he is.
I'm sorry the chapters are soo short! I just cut the story up into sections where I think it's good to stop.
LoL@ Nili...my parents and family had to get used to me dealing w/ cliffies, as well. I'm currently going to therapy to deal w/ it..lol Just joking.......I'm not so strange as to need therapy, but I'm flattered that you like the story! Also...HE IS MY ARAGORN!! lol
Now then........on w/ the show!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs and hides*
Ch. 3
Legolas gently carried his friend up to the steps of Lord Elrond's home in Rivendell. Hours earlier, Aragorn had lapsed into the unconscious world as his wounds became infected and his fever rose.
Getting the trembling, sweating, bleeding, sick ranger back to Imladris had been no easy task for Legolas, but determination and concern for his friend kept him going at a steady pace.
Just as Legolas walked up to the door, Elladan and Elrohir, Elrond's twin sons, were walking out, apparently about to go look for their younger human brother.
When the twins saw Legolas covered in Aragorn's blood with the unconscious Ranger in his arms, shock and heart-wrenching worry registered on their faces.
Elladan rushed forward and relieved Legolas of his burden, almost in tears at seeing his human brother in that state.
Elrohir rushed inside, frantically calling his father's name. "ADA!!!!!!! FATHER!!! ESTEL'S WOUNDED!!!"
Before the twins had made it past the threshold, Elrond arrived. The Elven Lord's heart sank upon seeing his youngest, adopted son in such a condition.
The way Aragorn trembled with cold, yet with sweat dotting his forehead, combined with the blood that covered both his son and his son's rescuer, made the Elf Lord feel ill.
The Lord of Imladris quickly ordered his sons to get Aragorn inside and onto a bed, saying he would be there momentarily. He then turned to Legolas, who was standing there, numb with exhaustion and worry. "Are you all right, young Prince?"
Legolas nodded slowly, forcing his mouth to work. "The blood is not mine. I am well,"Legolas said simply, knowing there was no need to explain himself further. He knew that Elrond would understand....that the blood was Aragorn's.
"Very well then, please, come inside. Glorfindel will get you some tea. You need to rest. I must go tend to Estel,"Elrond said, rushing off, ushering the Prince inside to his servant.
Legolas allowed himself to be led to a the guest room he usually stayed in when he visited Rivendell, then fell back onto the soft bed, but no sleep came to him.............his thoughts were occupied with the situation of his friend.
* * * * * * * * *
Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir worked swiftly late into the night, working desperately to defeat the fever that raged through Aragorn's body.
Aragorn trembled softly, uncontrollably with the chills the fever brought on him.
The three Elves worked emotionlessly, trying not to let their feelings for their brother and son get in the way of saving the young Dunedain's life.
Still, that did not stop them from feeling.
When a soft whimper of pain escaped Aragorn's throat as he was caught in fevered dreams, it broke all three Elves' hearts.
By dawn, the three Elves had worked themselves into exhaustion, but they had accomplished their task. Aragorn's fever had been brought down and he as stabilized and would seemingly be well soon.
Little did they know, there was an injury they had yet to see.
* * * * * * * * *
Aragorn's consciousness came slowly as he began to awaken to the world around him. He groaned softly, as he took a deep breath, stretching the healing skin of his chest.
The heir of Isildur forced his breathing to calm into smaller breaths as he came to wakefulness.
A soft voice caused Aragorn to awake fully. "I am glad to see you awake, my son,"Elrond said softly, entering the room.
"Father?"Aragorn inquired softly, hardly daring to believe he was safe at home. Aragorn opened his eyes to see darkness, but his mind did not register what he was seeing.....was not the fault of his eyes. He did not remember the veil of darkness that had fallen over his eyesight when the Orcs had tortured him.
"Yes, it is I, Estel....you are safe now,"Elrond said, averting his gaze to the window, banishing the memories of the times when Aragorn had been at death's door the night before.
After a hesitant pause, Aragorn spoke, his voice quiet and hoarse, barely above a murmur. The tone of his voice was confused, as if he were trying to remember something important that had happened to him. "Father..........why is it so dark? Aren't you going to light a candle or something?"
Elrond turned to look at his adopted son, his brow furrowing with confusion upon hearing the question. It was noon, therefor the room was fully lit with the bright, midday sun.
When Elrond looked at his son, his breath caught in his throat as he looked into his son's eyes. Aragorn's usually alert, bright silver-blue eyes were clouded and scarred, unfocussed and unseeing...............blind.
Aragorn was blind.
"Estel......Aragorn............the room is fully lit,"Elrond revealed quietly.
Aragorn's sightless eyes widened as memories of what the Orcs had done to him flooded back to his mind. The young Ranger could not stifle the soft groan of dismay and pain as he pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, closing them tightly. "No........no...."
Elrond took Aragorn's wrists in his hands and gently pulled them back down to rest on the bed. "Estel, how and when did this happen?"
Aragorn took a deep breath to calm himself, but winced as he did so. He took a moment to compose himself, then spoke, his voice still trembling anyway. "It was the night Legolas saved me......The Orcs.....they poured some kind of acidic potion into my eyes......I made them angry, Ada....I did not mean to....."
As Aragorn's voice broke off, Elrond gently hushed his son. "It is all right, Estel.....one does not mean to make Orcs angry. They are merely quick tempered and idiotic. It is not hard to get one of them frustrated." Elrond's small stab at humor made the human crack a small smile through his dismay. "This can be reversed. Though the healing process may take a while....and may not work, I will do all I can to heal you of your blindness, my son. You will see again."
With that, the Elf Lord stood, gently kissing Aragorn's forehead as he left to get the medicines he would need. He just hoped that his healing abilities would not fail him.
A few moments later, when Elrond returned, he sat himself on his son's bedside. He then soaked a strip of bandage cloth in a bowl of water, in which he had boiled a mixture of healing herbs.
"This may burn for a few moments, but it should help to heal your eyes. You must leave the bandage over your eyes until I say otherwise,"Elrond said, wrapping the strip of cloth over his son's eyes and around the back of his head to hold it in place.
Aragorn winced at the burning sensation the hot cloth and boiled herbs brought at first, but dulled after a few moments passed. "Are you sure this will help, Ada?"
Elrond took a moment to consider his son's question before he spoke. "I will not lie to you, Estel. I have never dealt with curing blindness before and I am unsure if this will work, but I am confident that you will see again,"he said, trying unsuccessfully to filter all the uncertainty from his voice.
Aragorn nodded slowly. "I hope so.............besides, I am in your care. It will work,"Aragorn replied, making a weak stab at humor.
Elrond smiled faintly at the comment. "Yes.....it is as you say, my son.....I will tell your brothers and Legolas that you are awake. They will want to see how you are doing."
As the Lord of Rivendell strode from the room, Aragorn halted him with a soft word. "No....wait, Ada...I don't want them to see me like this....."
"Why not, Estel? See you like how?"Elrond inquired.
Aragorn hesitated before speaking, taking a moment to sort his thoughts out. "I.....I just need some time."
"As you wish, Estel...as you wish." Elrond walked from the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
Though the Lord of Imladris said Aragorn would have time, that did not mean his solitude would last for long. Eventually, Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas would go and visit Aragorn, with or without his permission.
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