Zam!!!!!! AAH! DON'T KILL ME!!!!!!! *screeches as an ORc comes waaay too close to killing me*
Remember, no killing or else you'll never know what happens!!!!!!!
*watches as Golhak and other Orcs go off to play Trivial Pursuit and shakes head in mild disgust "Next time, I should get you some Orcs from the mines of Moria instead of Sauron's leftovers......"*
HALO!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Flees squeaking hammer of doom* Vengeance? In Estel's name?! EEP!!!!!!!!
Halo, snap out of it! You can't go bandaging up my poor Estel, no matter how bad off he gets...the plot line depends on it! Soon, Calaglin will get what he deserves, don't worry!!!!!!!!!
*grins evilly...* Aight...the torture will stop, but will the pain? *evil laugh*
Evenstar...you hit the nail on the head. Yes, Poor Legolas...yes, Poor Aragorn....lol. That is all there is to say.
Valin, let's not act too brashly now. You're right, you'd hate to be rid of the author when the story is barely half done...HAAH!!!!!!! Hrive and Arrna won't be making an appearance any time soon.....maybe in future fics.
Nat! Hands off MY Estel! *grabs Estel and huggles him* HE is mine to cuddle! LoL. thanks for reviewing!
NILI! AAAAAAAAH! DON'T PANIC!!!!!!!
*flees from Nili, as I run across the room, I shove the 'Orc horde out, cursing them "...Orcs.....get out of my room! Estel needs to rest for hte next chapter!"*
Wow, Nili..so many questions.....Fire Water is a drug, not a poison. But, the affects of the drug will kill someone if not treated. It causes high fever and intense cold and pain for it's victim....yes, I made it up! There is no set treatment for it....the person merely needs to seek a person who can care for them and break their fever as soon as possible...if they can't find that, then may Eru have mercy on theirsoul.....*sniffles, poor Estel...grins evilly*
LMBO! Row row row your boat gently down the brain?! I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.............you are nuts!
I hope you enjoy Glorfindel and the Balrog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They fight, the Balrog burns, and Glorfindel is just awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Beams as I get my Rohirrim back "YAY, I GET THE RIDERS OF ROHAN!!!!!!"*
*climbs upon Eomer's horse with Eomer*
Eomer: We ride north to bring Lady Lina Skye away from her threatening reviewers! Rohirrim!!!!!
*waves* I am so happy..I got so many death threats..........I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, onto the next chapter...........
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any recognizable characters or places....those are Tolkien's...so, don't own, don't sue don't worry.....you wouldn't get anything anywayz...I'm a poor writer that lives off imagination.
I own RinIauren'(I made that up myself!), the characters Golradir, Calaglin, Dinendal, and Golradir. (The names are Tolkien's, I'm just borrowing them to slap them on a character.....) Aight? Aight...lol Just don't use them w/o my permission!
"Why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind."
-I'm With You, by Avril Lavigne
Ch. 5
Aragorn moaned softly, his teeth chattering with an intense, inner cold. Sweat ran down his body, but he paid that no attention.
All he knew was that every breath, every motion, and every action—involuntary or voluntary—hurt....badly.
Then, beneath the pain of all the prior abuse, combined with the agony the drug he had been force-fed, Aragorn 'cracked'.
Hot, salty tears leaked from the Ranger's eyes to spill down his bloodied, bruised face.
In his agonized state, he looked up at Legolas with pain glazed eyes.
"Legolas.....please....help me,"Aragorn whispered between choked breaths, "I—I need you."
As Legolas locked eyes with the hurting Dunadan, something inside him snapped. A flood of memories poured into his mind.....
*~*~*
Legolas's life in Mirkwood....
Aragorn, young and inexperienced, when he first met him....
Finding Aragorn in the Orc camp, near death and blinded...
Aragorn being healed by Elrond.....
The Skin Changers.....Aragorn, Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel coming for him.....
*~*~*
Legolas slowly turned to look at the three Elves, who were staring at the Ranger in disgusting amusement.
"Leave us now,"the Prince of Mirkwood murmured in a deadly voice, notching an arrow in his bow.
Calaglin's eyes widened ever so slightly. "What do you mean, Legolas?"
"I mean, you dare touch that human one more time and I swear to Elbereth herself that I will kill you." Legolas's knuckles were white as he gripped his bow, anger, as well as self condemnation burning in his eyes.
"No reason to get testy, Legolas. We were merely having fun,"Golradir commented, his hands moving slowly to his daggers.
"Raise your hands where I can see them and leave us!" Legolas barked, halting the movement.
Dinendal, as well as Golradir, complied. Calaglin was not going to go so easily.
With an inhuman growl, Calaglin jerked a dagger from it's sheath and rushed at the Prince.
Legolas sidestepped the blow, pulling his own Elven knives out. He whirled to face his attacker, who had recovered and was coming at the Elf Prince in full force.
Though Calaglin was near the same age as Legolas, the Prince still held the upper hand.
He had the determination to fight for his friend, not to kill the human.
Calaglin's knife grazed Legolas's left arm, drawing blood, but he paid no heed. All of his attention was focused on ending the battle.
As Calaglin rushed at him yet again, Legolas used the Elf's momentum, slamming the heel of his hand into the other Elf's jaw. Calaglin stumbled backward, swinging his knife at the same time.
Legolas acted reflexively, slicing with his dagger as well.
Calaglin fell with a dull thud to the forest floor, dead.
Golradir and Dinendal stood there a moment, a look of horror and shock frozen upon their faces.
"Go....and leave us,"Legolas murmured, then stated even more softly. "I am sorry...."
No one in the clearing could discern as to whether the Prince's soft spoken apology was to the two Elves, or to his human friend....it didn't matter.
The other two Elves picked up their fallen comrade and crept warily back into the woods, leaving the injured Ranger and the Prince alone .
* * * * * * * * *
Legolas pulled his over cloak on top of his fallen friend.
A flash of fear streaked through Legolas as he touched the human's forehead.
Aragorn was burning with a fever.
Legolas swiftly pulled some medical supplies from the pack Calaglin had given him. He then began to clean out the numerous wounds Aragorn had received, feeling sick to the stomach as he noted every injury he himself had inflicted.
Legolas unbuttoned Aragorn's torn tunic, revealing horrid bruising. The human's chest was a dark black and purple. A large, bloody streak ran across his chest, surrounded by horrible bruises and swelling where the tree branch had hit.
As Legolas began to clean off Aragorn's chest, pain streaked through the Ranger's awareness, slinging him to consciousness.
Aragorn shuddered, moaning softly.
"Aragorn! Sh.....you are safe now, nin mellon,"Legolas murmured, trying to soothe the Dunadan.
When Aragorn heard Legolas's voice, a flood of memories bombarded him. No.....no more pain....
He struggled weakly against the Elf's hands, only able to think of the past day or two of torture he had received.
"No, please............Legolas....no more."
Legolas's heart wrenched as he heard the begging tone of Aragorn's voice. He reached over and put a hand to his friend's face and whispered, "It is all right. All is well....It is I, Legolas. I am back."
Aragorn forced his eyes open. It took him a few moments, but he was finally able to concentrate enough to focus on the Elf's face. "Legolas? Are—How—Why.....?"
Legolas smiled slightly at Aragorn's inability to think of which question to ask first. "Do not trouble yourself with questions, my friend. You just need to concentrate on getting well."
Aragorn would have smiled if he had the energy to. A small, ironic laugh escaped his lips, but evolved into a hot, racking coughing fit.
Aragorn curled in on himself, shaking violently as he coughed, his lungs burning.
Legolas moved swiftly to Aragorn's side and pulled the young human into his arms, holding him as the fit passed.
Finally, the coughing stilled, leaving Aragorn sobbing for breath, trembling with fever induced cold.
Tears formed in Legolas's eyes as he clutched the shaking human to his chest. His worry spiked even more as he looked down to see a trail of blood leaking from Aragorn's mouth.
Legolas gently reached down and wiped the blood off of the Ranger's face, murmuring meaningless words of comfort in Elvish to his friend, who was clearly in agony beyond comprehension.
"I am so, so sorry, my friend....please, forgive me,"Legolas murmured, tears in his eyes.
Aragorn turned glazed eyes on Legolas. "Legolas....E—Everything is going...to be okay. I—I'll be okay,"Aragorn forced out.
"Thank you, Estel....you just rest now. You will feel better in the morning,"Legolas stated, his voice trembling slightly as Aragorn's eyelids drifted shut into unconsciousness.
Legolas just hoped that Aragorn's words were true........
**********
Will Estel live? Will I turn this series into AU?! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *slaps myself*
R&R!!!!!!1
Remember, no killing or else you'll never know what happens!!!!!!!
*watches as Golhak and other Orcs go off to play Trivial Pursuit and shakes head in mild disgust "Next time, I should get you some Orcs from the mines of Moria instead of Sauron's leftovers......"*
HALO!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Flees squeaking hammer of doom* Vengeance? In Estel's name?! EEP!!!!!!!!
Halo, snap out of it! You can't go bandaging up my poor Estel, no matter how bad off he gets...the plot line depends on it! Soon, Calaglin will get what he deserves, don't worry!!!!!!!!!
*grins evilly...* Aight...the torture will stop, but will the pain? *evil laugh*
Evenstar...you hit the nail on the head. Yes, Poor Legolas...yes, Poor Aragorn....lol. That is all there is to say.
Valin, let's not act too brashly now. You're right, you'd hate to be rid of the author when the story is barely half done...HAAH!!!!!!! Hrive and Arrna won't be making an appearance any time soon.....maybe in future fics.
Nat! Hands off MY Estel! *grabs Estel and huggles him* HE is mine to cuddle! LoL. thanks for reviewing!
NILI! AAAAAAAAH! DON'T PANIC!!!!!!!
*flees from Nili, as I run across the room, I shove the 'Orc horde out, cursing them "...Orcs.....get out of my room! Estel needs to rest for hte next chapter!"*
Wow, Nili..so many questions.....Fire Water is a drug, not a poison. But, the affects of the drug will kill someone if not treated. It causes high fever and intense cold and pain for it's victim....yes, I made it up! There is no set treatment for it....the person merely needs to seek a person who can care for them and break their fever as soon as possible...if they can't find that, then may Eru have mercy on theirsoul.....*sniffles, poor Estel...grins evilly*
LMBO! Row row row your boat gently down the brain?! I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.............you are nuts!
I hope you enjoy Glorfindel and the Balrog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They fight, the Balrog burns, and Glorfindel is just awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Beams as I get my Rohirrim back "YAY, I GET THE RIDERS OF ROHAN!!!!!!"*
*climbs upon Eomer's horse with Eomer*
Eomer: We ride north to bring Lady Lina Skye away from her threatening reviewers! Rohirrim!!!!!
*waves* I am so happy..I got so many death threats..........I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now, onto the next chapter...........
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any recognizable characters or places....those are Tolkien's...so, don't own, don't sue don't worry.....you wouldn't get anything anywayz...I'm a poor writer that lives off imagination.
I own RinIauren'(I made that up myself!), the characters Golradir, Calaglin, Dinendal, and Golradir. (The names are Tolkien's, I'm just borrowing them to slap them on a character.....) Aight? Aight...lol Just don't use them w/o my permission!
"Why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind."
-I'm With You, by Avril Lavigne
Ch. 5
Aragorn moaned softly, his teeth chattering with an intense, inner cold. Sweat ran down his body, but he paid that no attention.
All he knew was that every breath, every motion, and every action—involuntary or voluntary—hurt....badly.
Then, beneath the pain of all the prior abuse, combined with the agony the drug he had been force-fed, Aragorn 'cracked'.
Hot, salty tears leaked from the Ranger's eyes to spill down his bloodied, bruised face.
In his agonized state, he looked up at Legolas with pain glazed eyes.
"Legolas.....please....help me,"Aragorn whispered between choked breaths, "I—I need you."
As Legolas locked eyes with the hurting Dunadan, something inside him snapped. A flood of memories poured into his mind.....
*~*~*
Legolas's life in Mirkwood....
Aragorn, young and inexperienced, when he first met him....
Finding Aragorn in the Orc camp, near death and blinded...
Aragorn being healed by Elrond.....
The Skin Changers.....Aragorn, Elladan, Elrohir, and Glorfindel coming for him.....
*~*~*
Legolas slowly turned to look at the three Elves, who were staring at the Ranger in disgusting amusement.
"Leave us now,"the Prince of Mirkwood murmured in a deadly voice, notching an arrow in his bow.
Calaglin's eyes widened ever so slightly. "What do you mean, Legolas?"
"I mean, you dare touch that human one more time and I swear to Elbereth herself that I will kill you." Legolas's knuckles were white as he gripped his bow, anger, as well as self condemnation burning in his eyes.
"No reason to get testy, Legolas. We were merely having fun,"Golradir commented, his hands moving slowly to his daggers.
"Raise your hands where I can see them and leave us!" Legolas barked, halting the movement.
Dinendal, as well as Golradir, complied. Calaglin was not going to go so easily.
With an inhuman growl, Calaglin jerked a dagger from it's sheath and rushed at the Prince.
Legolas sidestepped the blow, pulling his own Elven knives out. He whirled to face his attacker, who had recovered and was coming at the Elf Prince in full force.
Though Calaglin was near the same age as Legolas, the Prince still held the upper hand.
He had the determination to fight for his friend, not to kill the human.
Calaglin's knife grazed Legolas's left arm, drawing blood, but he paid no heed. All of his attention was focused on ending the battle.
As Calaglin rushed at him yet again, Legolas used the Elf's momentum, slamming the heel of his hand into the other Elf's jaw. Calaglin stumbled backward, swinging his knife at the same time.
Legolas acted reflexively, slicing with his dagger as well.
Calaglin fell with a dull thud to the forest floor, dead.
Golradir and Dinendal stood there a moment, a look of horror and shock frozen upon their faces.
"Go....and leave us,"Legolas murmured, then stated even more softly. "I am sorry...."
No one in the clearing could discern as to whether the Prince's soft spoken apology was to the two Elves, or to his human friend....it didn't matter.
The other two Elves picked up their fallen comrade and crept warily back into the woods, leaving the injured Ranger and the Prince alone .
* * * * * * * * *
Legolas pulled his over cloak on top of his fallen friend.
A flash of fear streaked through Legolas as he touched the human's forehead.
Aragorn was burning with a fever.
Legolas swiftly pulled some medical supplies from the pack Calaglin had given him. He then began to clean out the numerous wounds Aragorn had received, feeling sick to the stomach as he noted every injury he himself had inflicted.
Legolas unbuttoned Aragorn's torn tunic, revealing horrid bruising. The human's chest was a dark black and purple. A large, bloody streak ran across his chest, surrounded by horrible bruises and swelling where the tree branch had hit.
As Legolas began to clean off Aragorn's chest, pain streaked through the Ranger's awareness, slinging him to consciousness.
Aragorn shuddered, moaning softly.
"Aragorn! Sh.....you are safe now, nin mellon,"Legolas murmured, trying to soothe the Dunadan.
When Aragorn heard Legolas's voice, a flood of memories bombarded him. No.....no more pain....
He struggled weakly against the Elf's hands, only able to think of the past day or two of torture he had received.
"No, please............Legolas....no more."
Legolas's heart wrenched as he heard the begging tone of Aragorn's voice. He reached over and put a hand to his friend's face and whispered, "It is all right. All is well....It is I, Legolas. I am back."
Aragorn forced his eyes open. It took him a few moments, but he was finally able to concentrate enough to focus on the Elf's face. "Legolas? Are—How—Why.....?"
Legolas smiled slightly at Aragorn's inability to think of which question to ask first. "Do not trouble yourself with questions, my friend. You just need to concentrate on getting well."
Aragorn would have smiled if he had the energy to. A small, ironic laugh escaped his lips, but evolved into a hot, racking coughing fit.
Aragorn curled in on himself, shaking violently as he coughed, his lungs burning.
Legolas moved swiftly to Aragorn's side and pulled the young human into his arms, holding him as the fit passed.
Finally, the coughing stilled, leaving Aragorn sobbing for breath, trembling with fever induced cold.
Tears formed in Legolas's eyes as he clutched the shaking human to his chest. His worry spiked even more as he looked down to see a trail of blood leaking from Aragorn's mouth.
Legolas gently reached down and wiped the blood off of the Ranger's face, murmuring meaningless words of comfort in Elvish to his friend, who was clearly in agony beyond comprehension.
"I am so, so sorry, my friend....please, forgive me,"Legolas murmured, tears in his eyes.
Aragorn turned glazed eyes on Legolas. "Legolas....E—Everything is going...to be okay. I—I'll be okay,"Aragorn forced out.
"Thank you, Estel....you just rest now. You will feel better in the morning,"Legolas stated, his voice trembling slightly as Aragorn's eyelids drifted shut into unconsciousness.
Legolas just hoped that Aragorn's words were true........
**********
Will Estel live? Will I turn this series into AU?! OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *slaps myself*
R&R!!!!!!1