Fear me, for I have updated! Ok, I was bored and sick of crappy Criminal
profiling (law class assignment) so I decided to do this. It is very short
(compared to most of my chapters) and, well, boring as hell, but it was
needed (ok, not really!) but still, it acts as a branch between the last
chapter and the one to come – which will be more exciting, and then
(hopefully) the chapter after that will be the start of a long, detailed
and bloody battle!
Ok, hope this doesn't bore you too much.
*****
Dangerously in love
Part two
Healing.
*****
After quickly removing the bandage that covered the wound, now rendered useless as it was soaked through with the Elf's blood, Aragorn set about to inspect it closer.
The flesh was inflamed and a bright red in colour. Fresh blood seeped from the long slice that stood out against his pale back and dripped down, creating intricate patterns of crisscrossed glistering crimson. But the thing that brought a gasp to the ranger's lips was the yellowish-green that was just inside the wound itself.
The dark rings under the Elf's eyes, the way his movements seems to be slowed and the constant pain that was evident on his face. The tell tale signs of poisoning. Aragorn knew them well and mentally slapped himself for not thinking of it earlier while he placed the Elf on his side, facing the man.
Aragorn gently pressed his hand to his friend's forehead, and almost pulled away when he felt the heat radiating from it. Slowly trailing his hand down a pale cheek, he again found only heat and sweat.
Even in this state, Aragorn could not help but notice the beauty of the Elven prince lying before him, and subconsciously he traced Legolas's thin lips with his thumb, mapping every detail with his hands and fingers.
Legolas's hair was spilt over the sorry excuse for a pillow like the rays of the sun, forming a sort of halo around his pale face. His lips were slightly parted as he drew in staggered breaths and with every breath he released, his face seemed to noticeable relax a little, until the next gasp of air was needed. It was this and only this action that betrayed how much pain the Elf truly was in, and it was this look of agony that once again forced Aragorn into action.
Aragorn had no way of knowing if Legolas himself had known the full extensity of his plight, or if he had been truly unawares himself. But for some reason, Aragorn had the feeling that Legolas had known all along and that was why the Elf would not permit him to look at his wound.
"Curse you and your pride, Legolas!" Aragorn hissed through clenched teeth as he hurried to the other side of the room to claim his pack for healing herbs. "One day it will get you into some serious trouble, my dear friend." Aragorn didn't know when he had first started to talk to himself, but he guessed it was sometime near Legolas' injury that he had really started to pay attention to the fact.
Rummaging through his pack with hands that shook slightly out of fear for his unconscious friend, he found himself stopping every time he heard Legolas sigh or moan in his sleep. With every breath the Elf let out a slight whimpering noise that sent Aragorn's heart beating faster and faster, and every time with out fail, he looked up to check on the prince.
After finally feeling what he was looking for at the very bottom of the filled pack, the ranger gripped the leather bag tightly and pulled it up, spilling all the other contents on to the floor around him. With a sigh that showed him his idiocy at the fact that he could have just turned it upside down to begin with, Aragorn once again went to the Elf's side.
Rolling Legolas over as best as he could so not to cause the Elf too much more pain, he grabbed a small mortar fashioned out of wood to mix the herbs in. Looking at the bowl, he recognized it as the one Legolas himself had made for him when the Elven prince was at Rivendell awaiting Aragorn's return from the lands of the east many years ago. Aragorn had treasured that bowl, it had well smoothed sides with a few leaves carved into the rim of decoration. He had used it many a time, in both healing himself and others, but none more than Legolas himself.
Sighing, he pulled his dagger from his belt and pulled out of the leather pouch a small drawstring bag from which he cut three sprigs of Catnip to help control the Elf's fever and chills. Mixing that with a little Chicory, Mullein leaves and the sap from some crushed Jewelweed, Aragorn started to grind it together using a pestle that Legolas has also made. As the mixture slowly started to be made fine, Aragorn added a few drops of water and continued to stir, all the while growing more impatient to help his friend.
Finally a cool pale green and waxy paste was formed in the mortar and Aragorn looked in his leather herb bag once again. Pulling out a black silk pouch that was tied up with numerous ties, he quickly started to undo them. Carefully pulling out a small rot of May Apple, he took that and the mortar to Legolas's side.
Taking his dagger and splitting the May Apple, he slowly dripped the poison into the wound while holding Legolas down with the other hand. Just as expected, the Elf started to thrash underneath him, small cries of pain pushing their way out of his throat as his arms subconsciously reached for his back. Aragorn threw as much weight on to the Elf as he dared, not wishing to hurt him but enough to keep him from clawing at the poison he was applying.
The desperate struggles of the Elf underneath him made Aragorn's heart ache. He knew all to well how much this would have been hurting Legolas, but it was something that had to be done, and this was the best way to burn the poison out of the wound.
The laws of healing always fascinated Aragorn, the idea of using a poison to burn out another was prepositions, but it was the way things were, and after all, he had learned from the best.
Slowly the Elf stopped bucking and his cries subsided. A quick check of Legolas's pulse revealed that he was ok, and that his heart had settled down to some extent and a sigh of relief escaped Aragorn. Things were finally looking up for his dear friend.
The ranger then cut a small piece of his tunic – for lack of better cloth, and washed the wound, making sure to get rid of all of the May Apple poison. It was after all a thinner liquid then that of what an Orc uses to coat its arrows thus making it easier to remove if seen to right away.
Aragorn then took the waxy paste and spread it over his hands, then gently applied it to the wound. Reluctantly he left Legolas again to grab yet another little pouch from his bag, and opened it to reveal the fine floss of dried Thistle. The strange texture of the spider-web like threads made the perfect substance to pull the wound closed and to stop the bleeding. While placing it over the torn flesh Aragorn muttered the words of the oldest race of healers, the ones long since gone from this world; "Thistledown across thee, now comfort, starch, and close thee. Sic esse Salubris."
Praying to Vala that it would work, Aragorn slowly and gently started to bind up the wounded area, before pulling a blanket over the sleeping form.
Aragorn looked around him. Nothing, there was nothing more to do, nothing else he could do in order to aid his wounded companion. All he could do was be there and, after a moments thought he lay down next to the sleeping Elf. Getting a blanket within reach, he gently took Legolas into his arms and pulled the blanket over both of them.
Sleep didn't come to him, just as he knew it wouldn't, so he passed the time looking into the hollow eyes of the blond prince in his arms. While they were slightly glazed over, they were indubitably the most mesmerizing eyes he had ever seen. The way they showed exactly what he was feeling, what was racing through his mind.
Legolas always wore a stern and impenetrable mask of impassiveness. It was the result of years of being in the publics eye, for not being able to show any emotions, and yet, the more Aragorn learned about Legolas, the more he could easily see the prince's soul in the Elf's eyes.
Legolas, as if on cue, shivered from what Aragorn knew was the aftereffects of the burning of the poison. The man instinctively pulled Legolas closer to him, holding him tighter while being careful not to come in contact with his wound.
With the small amount of movement, Legolas felt himself getting pulled from the deep sleep that he had unwillingly fallen into. Slowly, he blinked his eyes clear and looked up, straight into the watchful eyes of Aragorn.
*****
Tbc…
Sorry it was so short, but as I said on my bio page, my muse Legolas has decided to leave for a while, and I am very preoccupied, but I don't know, guess I just wanted to write something, so I did this. Hope you all liked it and please review. Next chapter will be longer and see more of Gimli and Éomer, as well as another big confrontation between Legolas and Aragorn with surprising outcomes.
The bit about the herbs was all taken from a book that I own and love: "The Crone's Book of Charms and Spells." The herbs are real and do work – as far as my knowledge goes, I mean face it, I haven't yet had to burn poison out of someone before, but the others do. The small incantation is a mix an invocation for the actual Thistle and a small passage in Latin for healing.
Anyway, please review and tell me what you all think.
Minka Rain Greenleaf
Ok, hope this doesn't bore you too much.
*****
Dangerously in love
Part two
Healing.
*****
After quickly removing the bandage that covered the wound, now rendered useless as it was soaked through with the Elf's blood, Aragorn set about to inspect it closer.
The flesh was inflamed and a bright red in colour. Fresh blood seeped from the long slice that stood out against his pale back and dripped down, creating intricate patterns of crisscrossed glistering crimson. But the thing that brought a gasp to the ranger's lips was the yellowish-green that was just inside the wound itself.
The dark rings under the Elf's eyes, the way his movements seems to be slowed and the constant pain that was evident on his face. The tell tale signs of poisoning. Aragorn knew them well and mentally slapped himself for not thinking of it earlier while he placed the Elf on his side, facing the man.
Aragorn gently pressed his hand to his friend's forehead, and almost pulled away when he felt the heat radiating from it. Slowly trailing his hand down a pale cheek, he again found only heat and sweat.
Even in this state, Aragorn could not help but notice the beauty of the Elven prince lying before him, and subconsciously he traced Legolas's thin lips with his thumb, mapping every detail with his hands and fingers.
Legolas's hair was spilt over the sorry excuse for a pillow like the rays of the sun, forming a sort of halo around his pale face. His lips were slightly parted as he drew in staggered breaths and with every breath he released, his face seemed to noticeable relax a little, until the next gasp of air was needed. It was this and only this action that betrayed how much pain the Elf truly was in, and it was this look of agony that once again forced Aragorn into action.
Aragorn had no way of knowing if Legolas himself had known the full extensity of his plight, or if he had been truly unawares himself. But for some reason, Aragorn had the feeling that Legolas had known all along and that was why the Elf would not permit him to look at his wound.
"Curse you and your pride, Legolas!" Aragorn hissed through clenched teeth as he hurried to the other side of the room to claim his pack for healing herbs. "One day it will get you into some serious trouble, my dear friend." Aragorn didn't know when he had first started to talk to himself, but he guessed it was sometime near Legolas' injury that he had really started to pay attention to the fact.
Rummaging through his pack with hands that shook slightly out of fear for his unconscious friend, he found himself stopping every time he heard Legolas sigh or moan in his sleep. With every breath the Elf let out a slight whimpering noise that sent Aragorn's heart beating faster and faster, and every time with out fail, he looked up to check on the prince.
After finally feeling what he was looking for at the very bottom of the filled pack, the ranger gripped the leather bag tightly and pulled it up, spilling all the other contents on to the floor around him. With a sigh that showed him his idiocy at the fact that he could have just turned it upside down to begin with, Aragorn once again went to the Elf's side.
Rolling Legolas over as best as he could so not to cause the Elf too much more pain, he grabbed a small mortar fashioned out of wood to mix the herbs in. Looking at the bowl, he recognized it as the one Legolas himself had made for him when the Elven prince was at Rivendell awaiting Aragorn's return from the lands of the east many years ago. Aragorn had treasured that bowl, it had well smoothed sides with a few leaves carved into the rim of decoration. He had used it many a time, in both healing himself and others, but none more than Legolas himself.
Sighing, he pulled his dagger from his belt and pulled out of the leather pouch a small drawstring bag from which he cut three sprigs of Catnip to help control the Elf's fever and chills. Mixing that with a little Chicory, Mullein leaves and the sap from some crushed Jewelweed, Aragorn started to grind it together using a pestle that Legolas has also made. As the mixture slowly started to be made fine, Aragorn added a few drops of water and continued to stir, all the while growing more impatient to help his friend.
Finally a cool pale green and waxy paste was formed in the mortar and Aragorn looked in his leather herb bag once again. Pulling out a black silk pouch that was tied up with numerous ties, he quickly started to undo them. Carefully pulling out a small rot of May Apple, he took that and the mortar to Legolas's side.
Taking his dagger and splitting the May Apple, he slowly dripped the poison into the wound while holding Legolas down with the other hand. Just as expected, the Elf started to thrash underneath him, small cries of pain pushing their way out of his throat as his arms subconsciously reached for his back. Aragorn threw as much weight on to the Elf as he dared, not wishing to hurt him but enough to keep him from clawing at the poison he was applying.
The desperate struggles of the Elf underneath him made Aragorn's heart ache. He knew all to well how much this would have been hurting Legolas, but it was something that had to be done, and this was the best way to burn the poison out of the wound.
The laws of healing always fascinated Aragorn, the idea of using a poison to burn out another was prepositions, but it was the way things were, and after all, he had learned from the best.
Slowly the Elf stopped bucking and his cries subsided. A quick check of Legolas's pulse revealed that he was ok, and that his heart had settled down to some extent and a sigh of relief escaped Aragorn. Things were finally looking up for his dear friend.
The ranger then cut a small piece of his tunic – for lack of better cloth, and washed the wound, making sure to get rid of all of the May Apple poison. It was after all a thinner liquid then that of what an Orc uses to coat its arrows thus making it easier to remove if seen to right away.
Aragorn then took the waxy paste and spread it over his hands, then gently applied it to the wound. Reluctantly he left Legolas again to grab yet another little pouch from his bag, and opened it to reveal the fine floss of dried Thistle. The strange texture of the spider-web like threads made the perfect substance to pull the wound closed and to stop the bleeding. While placing it over the torn flesh Aragorn muttered the words of the oldest race of healers, the ones long since gone from this world; "Thistledown across thee, now comfort, starch, and close thee. Sic esse Salubris."
Praying to Vala that it would work, Aragorn slowly and gently started to bind up the wounded area, before pulling a blanket over the sleeping form.
Aragorn looked around him. Nothing, there was nothing more to do, nothing else he could do in order to aid his wounded companion. All he could do was be there and, after a moments thought he lay down next to the sleeping Elf. Getting a blanket within reach, he gently took Legolas into his arms and pulled the blanket over both of them.
Sleep didn't come to him, just as he knew it wouldn't, so he passed the time looking into the hollow eyes of the blond prince in his arms. While they were slightly glazed over, they were indubitably the most mesmerizing eyes he had ever seen. The way they showed exactly what he was feeling, what was racing through his mind.
Legolas always wore a stern and impenetrable mask of impassiveness. It was the result of years of being in the publics eye, for not being able to show any emotions, and yet, the more Aragorn learned about Legolas, the more he could easily see the prince's soul in the Elf's eyes.
Legolas, as if on cue, shivered from what Aragorn knew was the aftereffects of the burning of the poison. The man instinctively pulled Legolas closer to him, holding him tighter while being careful not to come in contact with his wound.
With the small amount of movement, Legolas felt himself getting pulled from the deep sleep that he had unwillingly fallen into. Slowly, he blinked his eyes clear and looked up, straight into the watchful eyes of Aragorn.
*****
Tbc…
Sorry it was so short, but as I said on my bio page, my muse Legolas has decided to leave for a while, and I am very preoccupied, but I don't know, guess I just wanted to write something, so I did this. Hope you all liked it and please review. Next chapter will be longer and see more of Gimli and Éomer, as well as another big confrontation between Legolas and Aragorn with surprising outcomes.
The bit about the herbs was all taken from a book that I own and love: "The Crone's Book of Charms and Spells." The herbs are real and do work – as far as my knowledge goes, I mean face it, I haven't yet had to burn poison out of someone before, but the others do. The small incantation is a mix an invocation for the actual Thistle and a small passage in Latin for healing.
Anyway, please review and tell me what you all think.
Minka Rain Greenleaf