A/N: Ohhhhhhh, so many review all for me **blushes** I'm not used to this
kind of response to my work. I'm just glad that there are people out there
who are reading it and liking it.
To all my reviewers, much thankies and hugs and such forth. Though, on the note of am I going to kill Legolas or not....I am *not* going to answer that question. You will just have to wait and find out. **grins evilly at keeping them all in suspense, then realises she doesn't actually know herself** Shauna and Skywise: Thank you both for faithfully reviewing both chapters. Hope to see you guys when this one is up and running. Sarah Lynne: Thank you for the wonderful compliments, tho I feel the need to point out that English is my first language, I didn't realise I was giving the impression that it wasn't. I am still very moved by your review. I will e-mail you some other stories when I get the chance based on the same rough idea. Amia: I *loved* you fic!!! I think it is great so far. I demand that you write and post more, NOW! I also demand that you leave it at A/L, because if you change it to E/L then I'll have to come after you ;) !!! Also, bad cliffhangers!!!! (though I'm hardly one to speak am I??? Hehehehe!)
As always, I need reviews other wise I wont continue to post. Flames are not welcome, constructive crit is, there *is* a difference. Pleeaasee review and I will oblige you all and write more.
At the moment I am preparing for a rather big and nasty bio exam and so forgive me if there is no posting until after I've failed it, but I will try to do as much as possible. The exam is Tuesday 28th, so wish me luck...I will be back to full speed after that and hopefully the chapters will get a bit longer as well. Promise :D
Remember: REVIEW!!!!
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Chapter 3:
(Aragorn PoV)
I thanked the Valar for the communion between Elves and nature, for Arod was as true to Legolas as any horse is to an Elven master and carried his rider away from the battle hard and fast, sensing that his new master was fallen as he rode back towards Helms Deep. Following something in his nature that I did not know of or understand Arod rode into the Deep and carried Legolas to where the wounded people of Rohan and Elven nature amassed in the Citadel. Since the Rohirrim had arrived the Uruk-Hai had deserted the Deep and made their way back out onto the battle field where the new challenge had rode towards them, leaving the broken fortress as a refuge for the wounded that could leave the battle now that it began to turn in our favour.
I watched two women rush over to Legolas and as I dismounted from my own horse a third rushed over toward me.
"I am not injured, go and see to another." I dismissed her over my shoulder as I ran to Arod and his precious charge.
I pushed the two women aside desperate to see Legolas and to aid him. I found him still slumped over on Arod, his head resting on the long neck of the white horse and his beautiful golden hair falling forward as a curtain to cover his face. I reached up to him and brushed back the curtain of silk to look upon him and found his eyes glazed and lifeless, in Elven sleep and his brow damp with sweat. I could not bury the worry that burned through my veins as I put my arms around him and carefully lowered him from Arods back and into my protective hold. He was light in my grip, but limp and lifeless, which drove me into a panic driven frenzy.
I commanded Arod to go and surveyed the overly crowded room where the women worked their best to try and treat the hundreds of wounded that were crowded into the tiny hall that reeked of death and blood. Legolas and I could not stay in there, there was no space for he to lay him and there no where near enough space for me to work upon him, I had to find us somewhere else.
"Fetch me all the supplies that you can find. Water, healing herbs, bandages and blankets. Bring what you can to Theoden Kings chamber." I ordered one of the two young Rohan girls who still stood beside Legolas and I, I then turned to the other. "Do you know how to wield a sword?"
"Yes my Lord."
"Then take a weapon and mount my horse. Ride out into the battle and find the Wizard Gandalf who wears white and rides upon Shadowfax. Tell him what has happened here and that Aragorn needs his aid in the chamber of Theoden King. Tell him that I can not wait."
"Yes my Lord." The young woman agreed bravely before turning to carry out her duty.
I caught her by the arm and asked, "Tell me, why are there women here?" They had all been told to flee the caves and go into the mountain pass, to try and save what little of the people of Rohan that was left.
"My Lord, when news of the Rohirrim reached our ears we knew the battle should turn in our favour. All who could tend to the sick and wounded returned, for we can not leave our people to die when it is for our safety that they fight." She answered honestly.
I took this in for a moment before nodding and telling her, "go."
The woman of no more than 20 years of age nodded quickly before she mounted my horse, picking up a sword as she went she rode out of the citadel and down in to the still raging battle, and as she did I had every faith in her that she would do as she had been asked. Once she was gone I swiftly returned my attention to the weak and unconscious Legolas who was cradled in my arms and prayed that I was not to late.
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To all my reviewers, much thankies and hugs and such forth. Though, on the note of am I going to kill Legolas or not....I am *not* going to answer that question. You will just have to wait and find out. **grins evilly at keeping them all in suspense, then realises she doesn't actually know herself** Shauna and Skywise: Thank you both for faithfully reviewing both chapters. Hope to see you guys when this one is up and running. Sarah Lynne: Thank you for the wonderful compliments, tho I feel the need to point out that English is my first language, I didn't realise I was giving the impression that it wasn't. I am still very moved by your review. I will e-mail you some other stories when I get the chance based on the same rough idea. Amia: I *loved* you fic!!! I think it is great so far. I demand that you write and post more, NOW! I also demand that you leave it at A/L, because if you change it to E/L then I'll have to come after you ;) !!! Also, bad cliffhangers!!!! (though I'm hardly one to speak am I??? Hehehehe!)
As always, I need reviews other wise I wont continue to post. Flames are not welcome, constructive crit is, there *is* a difference. Pleeaasee review and I will oblige you all and write more.
At the moment I am preparing for a rather big and nasty bio exam and so forgive me if there is no posting until after I've failed it, but I will try to do as much as possible. The exam is Tuesday 28th, so wish me luck...I will be back to full speed after that and hopefully the chapters will get a bit longer as well. Promise :D
Remember: REVIEW!!!!
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Chapter 3:
(Aragorn PoV)
I thanked the Valar for the communion between Elves and nature, for Arod was as true to Legolas as any horse is to an Elven master and carried his rider away from the battle hard and fast, sensing that his new master was fallen as he rode back towards Helms Deep. Following something in his nature that I did not know of or understand Arod rode into the Deep and carried Legolas to where the wounded people of Rohan and Elven nature amassed in the Citadel. Since the Rohirrim had arrived the Uruk-Hai had deserted the Deep and made their way back out onto the battle field where the new challenge had rode towards them, leaving the broken fortress as a refuge for the wounded that could leave the battle now that it began to turn in our favour.
I watched two women rush over to Legolas and as I dismounted from my own horse a third rushed over toward me.
"I am not injured, go and see to another." I dismissed her over my shoulder as I ran to Arod and his precious charge.
I pushed the two women aside desperate to see Legolas and to aid him. I found him still slumped over on Arod, his head resting on the long neck of the white horse and his beautiful golden hair falling forward as a curtain to cover his face. I reached up to him and brushed back the curtain of silk to look upon him and found his eyes glazed and lifeless, in Elven sleep and his brow damp with sweat. I could not bury the worry that burned through my veins as I put my arms around him and carefully lowered him from Arods back and into my protective hold. He was light in my grip, but limp and lifeless, which drove me into a panic driven frenzy.
I commanded Arod to go and surveyed the overly crowded room where the women worked their best to try and treat the hundreds of wounded that were crowded into the tiny hall that reeked of death and blood. Legolas and I could not stay in there, there was no space for he to lay him and there no where near enough space for me to work upon him, I had to find us somewhere else.
"Fetch me all the supplies that you can find. Water, healing herbs, bandages and blankets. Bring what you can to Theoden Kings chamber." I ordered one of the two young Rohan girls who still stood beside Legolas and I, I then turned to the other. "Do you know how to wield a sword?"
"Yes my Lord."
"Then take a weapon and mount my horse. Ride out into the battle and find the Wizard Gandalf who wears white and rides upon Shadowfax. Tell him what has happened here and that Aragorn needs his aid in the chamber of Theoden King. Tell him that I can not wait."
"Yes my Lord." The young woman agreed bravely before turning to carry out her duty.
I caught her by the arm and asked, "Tell me, why are there women here?" They had all been told to flee the caves and go into the mountain pass, to try and save what little of the people of Rohan that was left.
"My Lord, when news of the Rohirrim reached our ears we knew the battle should turn in our favour. All who could tend to the sick and wounded returned, for we can not leave our people to die when it is for our safety that they fight." She answered honestly.
I took this in for a moment before nodding and telling her, "go."
The woman of no more than 20 years of age nodded quickly before she mounted my horse, picking up a sword as she went she rode out of the citadel and down in to the still raging battle, and as she did I had every faith in her that she would do as she had been asked. Once she was gone I swiftly returned my attention to the weak and unconscious Legolas who was cradled in my arms and prayed that I was not to late.
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