Authors' notes.
Yours Truly: Here I am again to bore you all to death, so you can just die about now and save us both the trouble...but then you won't R&R so forget I said that. About the next part of out little story; I've been so busy I sent this back to Minka for her turn in writing, and have still to it back! *glares at Minka* so you will probably be reading her words for a while *grins*
Minka: hey! I can not help it if I seem to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on *gets bitch slapped my Yours truly* but yes, I think I hogged this entire chapter . . .
Yours Truly: But when I return, I shall not let go and write a bunch of &$%$&$&% just so I can brag about having written 20 pages!!! *evil laugh. . .cough. . .cough. . .dies of a previously undiscovered lung infection*
Minka: oh god, here we go - and you all thought that I was bad! Lol Anyway, I hate to say this myself, but things get awfully tense this chapter (would you expect anything else from us??) We have a lovely little fight scene . . .
*Yours Truly dusts off her clothes* Who was the genius who buried me, anyway? I was not *really* dead earlier. . .*rolls eyes* and I would hardly call it little, it lasts the whole chapter!
*Minka looks away, whistling innocently* I wonder who would have done that . . .
Yours Truly: *Sigh* Don't even know why I asked. . . anyway, where were we??
Minka: A lovely little battle scene. . .
Yours Truly: this is not so little!
Minka: that's right! Anyway, we have a lovely *long* battle scene, a lot of blood, a severed arm and a good ol' stabbing *clicks fingers in Robin Hood, Men in Tights, Prince John style* either way, we ourta have a lotta fun!
Yours Truly: Please be kind to us and review...or you'll get a MP-5K and a few daggers pointed at you from two lovely, sweet and angelical (...Not...) authors... who get along better than it may seem and are both looking for some war practice! *evil grin*
*Minka waves stupidly*
Both: On a more serious note, thank you to all of you who reviewed! It is good to know that it was liked and so well perceived by people. *happy smiles* we are also glad to see that people are extremely worried about the possibilities that could come into this story due to our combined evilness and styles . . . *evil laughter*
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Distorted Reality
Chapter Two
Torn Between Ties
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"Elladan," Elrohir said flatly while looking his brother in the eyes, "you and I both know that you will not do that, so put that away and stop being so foolish!" What Elrohir thought was anger flashed in his twin's eyes, clouding them and turning them darker then what they naturally were. "Put the dagger away Elladan!"
For a moment it was a battle of wills between the two Elves as they stared each other down, neither wanting to back down from their threat or rationalism. Finally loosing out, Elladan lowered the dagger from his twin's throat, "go help.Legolas!" Elrohir just shook his head at his brother, and turned his attention back to trying to get out one of the arrows.
Feeling Elladan's arm on his shoulder, Elrohir looked up and gasped. "Go h- help L-Legolas!" Elladan said as forcefully as he could while holding the blade to his own throat. "You can-can not help.me. Help h-him!"
"Elladan!" Elrohir shrieked while pulling free of the hand on his shoulder. "Give me that!" he commanded while making a grab for the knife only to find that his brother pushed it down hard upon his throat. "Elladan! Stop it!"
"Help Legolas!" Elladan gasped while pulling away from his brother and pressing down on the dagger, a small line of red the proof of his seriousness.
"Elladan! Please, stop this!" Elrohir was beyond the point of panicking as he saw the small trickle of blood run down the pale throat of his twin. The look in Elladan's eyes told him that his elder brother was not about to back down and that he meant what he was threatening to do.
Breathing quickly and shallowly, Elrohir held out his open hand, palm up, to his brother. "Elladan, do not be stupid. Now give me the knife and stop this folly and I will go aid the prince." Trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, Elrohir shock his hand slightly, reaffirming his point. "Give me the blade!"
"And y-y-you will.help.our friend?" Elladan chocked out.
"I will," Elrohir promised, "now stop acting like a child and hand that over!" To his relief, Elladan handed the blade over and Elrohir threw it away disgustedly, not wishing to look upon the red that stained the tip. Quickly inspecting the cut to his brothers throat, he found it to be shallow and no more that a mere scratch. Sighing in relief, Elrohir looked down at his brother and scolded him with his look, "Never, ever do that again!"
"Go help Legolas, my brother," Elladan whispered, near the point of blacking out.
A sickening thud sounded in the immediate area, and Elrohir turned his head, knowing already what it was. With a fear filled heart, he saw Legolas stop in his fight with an Orc, a look of horror on the fair, pale face. As the blond Elf's head lowered and his eyes traveled down his body, Elrohir did the same. A thick, course black arrow protruded from just above Legolas' right hip having sunk into almost half of the shaft.
It was as if everything went in slow motion. An Orc came up behind the prince, his sword raised high above his head in the first stages of a death blow. Vaguely, Elrohir could hear Elladan's rasping protests and commands that Elrohir go and help the prince, but even if he wanted to leave his defenseless brother, he could not. Every muscle in his body was like it had frozen, stuck into place so all he could do was witness the death of the only heir of Mirkwood and his dear friend.
As the blow came down, Legolas felt the rush of air pass through his hair and caress his face. He knew what was about to happen, that he was about to die and pass out of the world that he had loved for so long, and yet, all that he could think upon was Elrohir and Elladan, praying that his sacrifice would allow them the chance to escape and for Elladan to heal.
As the blow descended, a sudden blur of black filled Legolas' vision to the left and thoughts of a Nazgûl sprung to mind. The battle cry of the Orc behind him came to his ears, making the prince of the wood want to cringe and cover his delicate points. Then there was something else. Something that sounded over that of the bloodthirsty cry of the Orc. . .
Steel. Steel clashing upon steel and Legolas felt himself getting pushed out of the way of the blade that still hung in the air, blocked by one exceeding its strength.
Landing on his hands and knees on the blood stained ground, Legolas turned his head in time to see Aragorn standing over him, his sword locked with that of the Orc that had sort to end the prince's life only moments before. The human bent his knees and pushed upwards, using his strength to throw the Orc off balance and cause it to stumble backwards. Stepping forward and letting out a cry of "Elendil," Aragorn sent his sword right through the stomach of the beast ere placing his right foot upon it to better draw out his sword and kick it over at the same time.
Elrohir released a sigh of relief at what he saw and turned back to his fallen brother, "Legolas is alright. He has Estel to look out of him." Nodding his head in reassurance, Elrohir moved to place a hand behind Elladan's head. "I am going to get you out of here. We will have to save getting these out," he motioned to the arrows in his twin, "until later, when we are all safe."
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Reaching down, Aragorn grasped Legolas' hand and gently helped him to his feet. "Thank you, my friend," Legolas whispered out as the man quickly assessed the wounds upon the unsteady prince.
Aragorn merely nodded, and, as carefully as possible, looped his arm around the prince's waist while pulling the small weight of the Elf onto the human's shoulders. "Come, let us get you out of here," Aragorn said softly while taking a small step forward and allowing Legolas to place his weight on him. Still, at the first step, Legolas groaned, squinted his eyes against the pain and bit his bottom lip to stop a cry. "Come on, 'tis not too far, my friend, you can make it."
After a few steps, something occurred to Legolas and he stopped abruptly, making the man reel back in order to keep his grip on the prince. "Elladan," he gasped out, the pain starting to ebb at his consciousness. "Elladan has fallen.Elrohir with him. I was.was defending them." Turning large, horrified eyes on Aragorn, he looked quickly back the way that they had come. "We must go for them!"
Looking between his wounded friend and the middle of the battle, Aragorn found himself torn. Elladan and Elrohir were the closest thing to brothers that he had ever had, and yet, he would not take Legolas back into such a place when so badly wounded.
"Aragorn, we must go and aid them!" Legolas commanded, the urgency in his voice stronger and more evident. "You at least must go back!"
Shooting a look back at his Elven friend, Aragorn nodded yet continued to lead them in the direction that they had been traveling, his mind made up.
"Arag-"
"You are right, Legolas," he said while tightening his grip on the Elf. "Someone must go back and aid them, but it is not you - not like this." The human pulled the Elf closer to him so that Legolas could lean on the ranger's side thus speeding up their exit. "You have done well, my friend, but you can do no more. They will be fine for now; Elrohir will not let anything happen to his brother just as I will not let anything further happen to you. Now come on." Pulling the Elf along gently, Aragorn made his way towards a thicket of trees that could be seen over the heads of the fighting beings, hastily hushing any protests that Legolas had about the situation.
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"Come, big brother, to your feet." Elrohir commanded of his twin as he helped him stand, somewhat shakily. "Lean on me and we will be off," Elrohir was amazed at just how calm he sounded knowing that on the inside, he was far worse. How was he expected to get his twin out of here? Was Legolas alright and getting to safety with Aragorn?
Shaking his head free of such thoughts, Elrohir concentrated on aiding his brother to stand and the best way to get them out of the mêlée that they were in the midst of. "Ok, are you ready?" he asked of his twin who leaned heavily on him and when he received a swift nod, he took that as a yes.
Wrapping an arm around Elladan's waist and one in front of the identical Elf, Elrohir instructed his brother to hold onto his shoulders. Without another word being spoken between them, Elrohir started off, supporting his brother as he lead him through the mess of dead bodies and fighting figures.
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They were almost there but the worry in Aragorn had only heightened. Legolas was barely able to stand, even with the human as support and his wounds had bleed that much that Aragorn's tunic was almost dripping with the thick, rich Elven blood. The blond archer, who was usually pale as was normal with his people, was far beyond natural coloring. He looked as if he were a slight tinge of grey with dark eyes and the sweat that rolled down his face in drops was far from a good sign.
Taking another weary step, Legolas misplaced his footing and tripped over a severed arm of an Orc. Aragorn's grip on the prince tightened as well as Legolas' on his shoulders, and between the two they managed to keep the prince upright, him merely spinning and being caught in both of Aragorn's waiting arms in front of the man.
Straitening himself up with the aid of the human, Legolas nodded his thanks and they both started out again, slowly making their way to the safety of the trees up ahead.
Aragorn's eyes continually scanned the battle, always looking for either one of his brothers or for any sign of a threat to him and his wounded friend, so it was with plenty of warning that he saw the large Orc come charging at them.
Not knowing what else to do, he spun the Elf behind him and pulled out his sword, raising it above his head just in time to block a deadly blow while using his left hand to stable the swaying prince. The Orc took a step closer, once again lifting his crocked sword to strike the human and Aragorn was forced to step back, pushing Legolas along with him.
Loosing his balance completely, Legolas stumbled as Aragorn pressed back and tripped, the loss of blood making his head spin dangerously as he fell. He hit the ground hard having had no time to right his position or to prepare for the fall and it was with a cry of pain that he felt his wounds tear from the tensing of his muscles as he hit the ground.
Realizing that he had lost his friend, Aragorn pushing forward, not wanting to have to try and skirt around the wounded Elf, and in hopes of keeping the Orc at bay and away from the prince. The two swords clashed again, their loud ringing being lost in the hectic clearing. Using his sword in a circling motion with the Orcs blade locked under his, Aragorn tried his best to put the beast in front of him. Making his blade go faster and faster, Aragorn suddenly drew his sword away and, coming from below, brought it up, nicking the Orcs hand and causing it to drop its weapon. Moving swiftly, Aragorn stepped closer and plunged his blade all the way through the Orcs stomach, killing it almost instantly ere he wrenched the sword free.
Not even staying to watch the beast fall, Aragorn quickly turned to Legolas who still lay upon the ground, fear welling up in his heart for his unmoving friend. Reaching his side quickly, the human was relieved to see that the Elf was still breathing, if shallowly and yet his eyes were closed in unconsciousness. Sighing in relief, Aragorn moved the Elf so that he could get his arm under his knees and one on his back, and gently lifted the badly wounded prince into his arms. Hoping against hope that Legolas would be alright and that he would not encounter any other obstacles along the way, Aragorn half ran towards the forest, the Elf that he held groaning softly with each step that he took.
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Elrohir pulled Elladan into the safely of the forest, breathing a sign of relief as he did so. Their flight to the woods had been thankfully uneventful as they had managed to steer around any potential threat.
Reaching a lush clearing, Elrohir eased his brother down onto the forest floor, taking care not to knock any of his wounds. Ripping a part of his own tunic, Elrohir wet it with his small water flask that he always carried strapped to his waist, and ran the cool cloth over his brother's head, trying to ease the fever that was starting to settle in. Elladan was drifting to and fro between the worlds of the wakeful and the unconscious, and his brow was burning up - an extremely bad sign for an Elf.
"Hold on, big brother," Elrohir muttered as he re-wet the piece of cloth, "all will be fine, you'll see, all will be fine."
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The cool shade of the trees was inviting as Aragorn passed under them with a quick look over his shoulder to make sure that he had not been followed by one of the enemy. Still holding the Elf in his arms, he tightened his grip as he started to tread his way between the trees, seeking out a safe place to tend to his charge.
Hearing a soft whispering up ahead, Aragorn crouched down and placed Legolas carefully to the ground, his back leaning gently up against a large tree. Wiping a few stray strands of blond hair from his friend's brow, Aragorn drew his sword and slowly started to weave his way through the trees in the direction of the voice.
Walking as quietly as possible, the human soon saw the tell tale signs of a clearing up ahead. Holding his sword out in front of him in a ready position, Aragorn stepped out from behind a large tree, alerting the talking being of his presence.
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Tbc . . .
Hehehehehe, was that not evil of us? Wait until you see - er - read what happens next. *both wearing overly sadistic smiles on their faces while Minka's muses cringe and hide under the table along with Yours Truly's Nameless Lazy Muse*
Please review!?
Minka and Yours Truly.
Yours Truly: Here I am again to bore you all to death, so you can just die about now and save us both the trouble...but then you won't R&R so forget I said that. About the next part of out little story; I've been so busy I sent this back to Minka for her turn in writing, and have still to it back! *glares at Minka* so you will probably be reading her words for a while *grins*
Minka: hey! I can not help it if I seem to go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on *gets bitch slapped my Yours truly* but yes, I think I hogged this entire chapter . . .
Yours Truly: But when I return, I shall not let go and write a bunch of &$%$&$&% just so I can brag about having written 20 pages!!! *evil laugh. . .cough. . .cough. . .dies of a previously undiscovered lung infection*
Minka: oh god, here we go - and you all thought that I was bad! Lol Anyway, I hate to say this myself, but things get awfully tense this chapter (would you expect anything else from us??) We have a lovely little fight scene . . .
*Yours Truly dusts off her clothes* Who was the genius who buried me, anyway? I was not *really* dead earlier. . .*rolls eyes* and I would hardly call it little, it lasts the whole chapter!
*Minka looks away, whistling innocently* I wonder who would have done that . . .
Yours Truly: *Sigh* Don't even know why I asked. . . anyway, where were we??
Minka: A lovely little battle scene. . .
Yours Truly: this is not so little!
Minka: that's right! Anyway, we have a lovely *long* battle scene, a lot of blood, a severed arm and a good ol' stabbing *clicks fingers in Robin Hood, Men in Tights, Prince John style* either way, we ourta have a lotta fun!
Yours Truly: Please be kind to us and review...or you'll get a MP-5K and a few daggers pointed at you from two lovely, sweet and angelical (...Not...) authors... who get along better than it may seem and are both looking for some war practice! *evil grin*
*Minka waves stupidly*
Both: On a more serious note, thank you to all of you who reviewed! It is good to know that it was liked and so well perceived by people. *happy smiles* we are also glad to see that people are extremely worried about the possibilities that could come into this story due to our combined evilness and styles . . . *evil laughter*
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Distorted Reality
Chapter Two
Torn Between Ties
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"Elladan," Elrohir said flatly while looking his brother in the eyes, "you and I both know that you will not do that, so put that away and stop being so foolish!" What Elrohir thought was anger flashed in his twin's eyes, clouding them and turning them darker then what they naturally were. "Put the dagger away Elladan!"
For a moment it was a battle of wills between the two Elves as they stared each other down, neither wanting to back down from their threat or rationalism. Finally loosing out, Elladan lowered the dagger from his twin's throat, "go help.Legolas!" Elrohir just shook his head at his brother, and turned his attention back to trying to get out one of the arrows.
Feeling Elladan's arm on his shoulder, Elrohir looked up and gasped. "Go h- help L-Legolas!" Elladan said as forcefully as he could while holding the blade to his own throat. "You can-can not help.me. Help h-him!"
"Elladan!" Elrohir shrieked while pulling free of the hand on his shoulder. "Give me that!" he commanded while making a grab for the knife only to find that his brother pushed it down hard upon his throat. "Elladan! Stop it!"
"Help Legolas!" Elladan gasped while pulling away from his brother and pressing down on the dagger, a small line of red the proof of his seriousness.
"Elladan! Please, stop this!" Elrohir was beyond the point of panicking as he saw the small trickle of blood run down the pale throat of his twin. The look in Elladan's eyes told him that his elder brother was not about to back down and that he meant what he was threatening to do.
Breathing quickly and shallowly, Elrohir held out his open hand, palm up, to his brother. "Elladan, do not be stupid. Now give me the knife and stop this folly and I will go aid the prince." Trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, Elrohir shock his hand slightly, reaffirming his point. "Give me the blade!"
"And y-y-you will.help.our friend?" Elladan chocked out.
"I will," Elrohir promised, "now stop acting like a child and hand that over!" To his relief, Elladan handed the blade over and Elrohir threw it away disgustedly, not wishing to look upon the red that stained the tip. Quickly inspecting the cut to his brothers throat, he found it to be shallow and no more that a mere scratch. Sighing in relief, Elrohir looked down at his brother and scolded him with his look, "Never, ever do that again!"
"Go help Legolas, my brother," Elladan whispered, near the point of blacking out.
A sickening thud sounded in the immediate area, and Elrohir turned his head, knowing already what it was. With a fear filled heart, he saw Legolas stop in his fight with an Orc, a look of horror on the fair, pale face. As the blond Elf's head lowered and his eyes traveled down his body, Elrohir did the same. A thick, course black arrow protruded from just above Legolas' right hip having sunk into almost half of the shaft.
It was as if everything went in slow motion. An Orc came up behind the prince, his sword raised high above his head in the first stages of a death blow. Vaguely, Elrohir could hear Elladan's rasping protests and commands that Elrohir go and help the prince, but even if he wanted to leave his defenseless brother, he could not. Every muscle in his body was like it had frozen, stuck into place so all he could do was witness the death of the only heir of Mirkwood and his dear friend.
As the blow came down, Legolas felt the rush of air pass through his hair and caress his face. He knew what was about to happen, that he was about to die and pass out of the world that he had loved for so long, and yet, all that he could think upon was Elrohir and Elladan, praying that his sacrifice would allow them the chance to escape and for Elladan to heal.
As the blow descended, a sudden blur of black filled Legolas' vision to the left and thoughts of a Nazgûl sprung to mind. The battle cry of the Orc behind him came to his ears, making the prince of the wood want to cringe and cover his delicate points. Then there was something else. Something that sounded over that of the bloodthirsty cry of the Orc. . .
Steel. Steel clashing upon steel and Legolas felt himself getting pushed out of the way of the blade that still hung in the air, blocked by one exceeding its strength.
Landing on his hands and knees on the blood stained ground, Legolas turned his head in time to see Aragorn standing over him, his sword locked with that of the Orc that had sort to end the prince's life only moments before. The human bent his knees and pushed upwards, using his strength to throw the Orc off balance and cause it to stumble backwards. Stepping forward and letting out a cry of "Elendil," Aragorn sent his sword right through the stomach of the beast ere placing his right foot upon it to better draw out his sword and kick it over at the same time.
Elrohir released a sigh of relief at what he saw and turned back to his fallen brother, "Legolas is alright. He has Estel to look out of him." Nodding his head in reassurance, Elrohir moved to place a hand behind Elladan's head. "I am going to get you out of here. We will have to save getting these out," he motioned to the arrows in his twin, "until later, when we are all safe."
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Reaching down, Aragorn grasped Legolas' hand and gently helped him to his feet. "Thank you, my friend," Legolas whispered out as the man quickly assessed the wounds upon the unsteady prince.
Aragorn merely nodded, and, as carefully as possible, looped his arm around the prince's waist while pulling the small weight of the Elf onto the human's shoulders. "Come, let us get you out of here," Aragorn said softly while taking a small step forward and allowing Legolas to place his weight on him. Still, at the first step, Legolas groaned, squinted his eyes against the pain and bit his bottom lip to stop a cry. "Come on, 'tis not too far, my friend, you can make it."
After a few steps, something occurred to Legolas and he stopped abruptly, making the man reel back in order to keep his grip on the prince. "Elladan," he gasped out, the pain starting to ebb at his consciousness. "Elladan has fallen.Elrohir with him. I was.was defending them." Turning large, horrified eyes on Aragorn, he looked quickly back the way that they had come. "We must go for them!"
Looking between his wounded friend and the middle of the battle, Aragorn found himself torn. Elladan and Elrohir were the closest thing to brothers that he had ever had, and yet, he would not take Legolas back into such a place when so badly wounded.
"Aragorn, we must go and aid them!" Legolas commanded, the urgency in his voice stronger and more evident. "You at least must go back!"
Shooting a look back at his Elven friend, Aragorn nodded yet continued to lead them in the direction that they had been traveling, his mind made up.
"Arag-"
"You are right, Legolas," he said while tightening his grip on the Elf. "Someone must go back and aid them, but it is not you - not like this." The human pulled the Elf closer to him so that Legolas could lean on the ranger's side thus speeding up their exit. "You have done well, my friend, but you can do no more. They will be fine for now; Elrohir will not let anything happen to his brother just as I will not let anything further happen to you. Now come on." Pulling the Elf along gently, Aragorn made his way towards a thicket of trees that could be seen over the heads of the fighting beings, hastily hushing any protests that Legolas had about the situation.
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"Come, big brother, to your feet." Elrohir commanded of his twin as he helped him stand, somewhat shakily. "Lean on me and we will be off," Elrohir was amazed at just how calm he sounded knowing that on the inside, he was far worse. How was he expected to get his twin out of here? Was Legolas alright and getting to safety with Aragorn?
Shaking his head free of such thoughts, Elrohir concentrated on aiding his brother to stand and the best way to get them out of the mêlée that they were in the midst of. "Ok, are you ready?" he asked of his twin who leaned heavily on him and when he received a swift nod, he took that as a yes.
Wrapping an arm around Elladan's waist and one in front of the identical Elf, Elrohir instructed his brother to hold onto his shoulders. Without another word being spoken between them, Elrohir started off, supporting his brother as he lead him through the mess of dead bodies and fighting figures.
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They were almost there but the worry in Aragorn had only heightened. Legolas was barely able to stand, even with the human as support and his wounds had bleed that much that Aragorn's tunic was almost dripping with the thick, rich Elven blood. The blond archer, who was usually pale as was normal with his people, was far beyond natural coloring. He looked as if he were a slight tinge of grey with dark eyes and the sweat that rolled down his face in drops was far from a good sign.
Taking another weary step, Legolas misplaced his footing and tripped over a severed arm of an Orc. Aragorn's grip on the prince tightened as well as Legolas' on his shoulders, and between the two they managed to keep the prince upright, him merely spinning and being caught in both of Aragorn's waiting arms in front of the man.
Straitening himself up with the aid of the human, Legolas nodded his thanks and they both started out again, slowly making their way to the safety of the trees up ahead.
Aragorn's eyes continually scanned the battle, always looking for either one of his brothers or for any sign of a threat to him and his wounded friend, so it was with plenty of warning that he saw the large Orc come charging at them.
Not knowing what else to do, he spun the Elf behind him and pulled out his sword, raising it above his head just in time to block a deadly blow while using his left hand to stable the swaying prince. The Orc took a step closer, once again lifting his crocked sword to strike the human and Aragorn was forced to step back, pushing Legolas along with him.
Loosing his balance completely, Legolas stumbled as Aragorn pressed back and tripped, the loss of blood making his head spin dangerously as he fell. He hit the ground hard having had no time to right his position or to prepare for the fall and it was with a cry of pain that he felt his wounds tear from the tensing of his muscles as he hit the ground.
Realizing that he had lost his friend, Aragorn pushing forward, not wanting to have to try and skirt around the wounded Elf, and in hopes of keeping the Orc at bay and away from the prince. The two swords clashed again, their loud ringing being lost in the hectic clearing. Using his sword in a circling motion with the Orcs blade locked under his, Aragorn tried his best to put the beast in front of him. Making his blade go faster and faster, Aragorn suddenly drew his sword away and, coming from below, brought it up, nicking the Orcs hand and causing it to drop its weapon. Moving swiftly, Aragorn stepped closer and plunged his blade all the way through the Orcs stomach, killing it almost instantly ere he wrenched the sword free.
Not even staying to watch the beast fall, Aragorn quickly turned to Legolas who still lay upon the ground, fear welling up in his heart for his unmoving friend. Reaching his side quickly, the human was relieved to see that the Elf was still breathing, if shallowly and yet his eyes were closed in unconsciousness. Sighing in relief, Aragorn moved the Elf so that he could get his arm under his knees and one on his back, and gently lifted the badly wounded prince into his arms. Hoping against hope that Legolas would be alright and that he would not encounter any other obstacles along the way, Aragorn half ran towards the forest, the Elf that he held groaning softly with each step that he took.
-*-*-*-*-
Elrohir pulled Elladan into the safely of the forest, breathing a sign of relief as he did so. Their flight to the woods had been thankfully uneventful as they had managed to steer around any potential threat.
Reaching a lush clearing, Elrohir eased his brother down onto the forest floor, taking care not to knock any of his wounds. Ripping a part of his own tunic, Elrohir wet it with his small water flask that he always carried strapped to his waist, and ran the cool cloth over his brother's head, trying to ease the fever that was starting to settle in. Elladan was drifting to and fro between the worlds of the wakeful and the unconscious, and his brow was burning up - an extremely bad sign for an Elf.
"Hold on, big brother," Elrohir muttered as he re-wet the piece of cloth, "all will be fine, you'll see, all will be fine."
-*-*-*-*-
The cool shade of the trees was inviting as Aragorn passed under them with a quick look over his shoulder to make sure that he had not been followed by one of the enemy. Still holding the Elf in his arms, he tightened his grip as he started to tread his way between the trees, seeking out a safe place to tend to his charge.
Hearing a soft whispering up ahead, Aragorn crouched down and placed Legolas carefully to the ground, his back leaning gently up against a large tree. Wiping a few stray strands of blond hair from his friend's brow, Aragorn drew his sword and slowly started to weave his way through the trees in the direction of the voice.
Walking as quietly as possible, the human soon saw the tell tale signs of a clearing up ahead. Holding his sword out in front of him in a ready position, Aragorn stepped out from behind a large tree, alerting the talking being of his presence.
-*-*-*-*-
Tbc . . .
Hehehehehe, was that not evil of us? Wait until you see - er - read what happens next. *both wearing overly sadistic smiles on their faces while Minka's muses cringe and hide under the table along with Yours Truly's Nameless Lazy Muse*
Please review!?
Minka and Yours Truly.