A/N: Thankies as always for all the reviews. They are much apprichiated and loved and cherised. They are what inspire me too keep on writing. As always I beg that you review this chapter so that i know that is worth my while in carrying on. I am my own worst critic and with out a nudge in the right direction i will bin it all. Thankies for keeping me away from the trash can.
GGG(I think that everyone now knows what this stands for) - I am very sorry for telling the whole of FF.Net about your Grima and Grabbing related problems, I just thought that maybe there was some one out there who might be able to help you. I also feel the need to say that while you tell me off for saying that, you chose to ingore the nice things that i said about you. Am very distraught **sniffles** As punishment, i actively encourage people to offer help and commiserations to you as you are a Grimy Grima Grabber!!! (I will also hijack the fishnet stockings and lock Riff Raff in my dungeon!)
Skywise - Thankies as always for being here at each leg of the fanfiction journey. You support gets my lazy typing fingers in gear. Well, here is Gandalf, and i have a feeling he might actually say something in this chapter....i appologise in advance, i feel another cliffhanger coming on......
Phantom Ranger Fay - It is monday, and here it is. If you weren't waiting for it today, then it probably would have been a few more days till this arrived. Yay for your pressurng! :D
Earendil Baby - I do not feel worthy for your praising the Valar for this, but i am very flatterd that you think that it is. I thought that you might like to know that the Vala gave me a swift kick, and now this shall be moving along. I love intense...in case you hand't guessed :D
YunaDax - I am proud to have my work be called Spiffus Maximus. You yourself are a Spiffus Maximus!!!
Sarah Lynne - Hope that you are feeling better. I swear colds are the evil devise of Sauron. Glad my little Legolas/Aragorn moments can chase away the evil Mordor germs.
EtheLeA - Thankies muchly for the review. I am glad that you did it again. I am the same, very much a sucker for the hurt/comfort/angst, and i could also read a million of them. That is why i went ahead with it really, to bring my own take on it, and because i couldn't sleep until i did. LOL. Thankies muchly for the kind words.
Once again thankies to all those who reviewd, especially the ones that come back chapter after chapter. I love you all, and all your comments =)
To all who commented only biology, thank you for you commiserations and support. Yes i am crazy for taking it and i will know the results in March, so i will let you all know my results.
I have course work at the moment, which i due on friday, so the next update will probably not be until friday night, though i will try my hardest to get one out before then. But no promises.
Please REVIEW!!!!!
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(Aragorn PoV)
"Aragorn?" Gandalf's voice cut through the silence in the room. "What has happened?"
I stood and stepped out of the way allowing Gandalf to see Legolas lying on Theodens bed, the fact that he was ailed painfully obvious in his pallor and the film on sweat on his agonised brow. "It is Legolas."
"He is wounded?"
"Aye. I saw him slumped upon Arod who bore him away from the battle to the safety of the Deep."
"Then he was lucky to have such a careful beast, for not many would have survived such a thing."
"He has been hit by an arrow of the Uruk-Hai, I fear that there is more to his ailment for it should not have caused Legolas to fall."
"Where has been hit?"
I placed my hand on my left shoulder in the same area that Legolas had been hit in. Gandalf's brow furrowed as he thought, his grey eyebrows almost touching.
"Have you examined the wound?"
"No, supplies to aid me have only just arrived. I have sent a maiden to boil tea of Echinacea and goldenseal."
"Good." Gandalf murmured, he was still pondering. "Remove his shirt, I will prepare some water to bathe the wound."
I stood and stared at Gandalf for a moment, he was calm and collected as he surveyed the things the Rohan maiden had brought to our aid, just as he had been calm and collected while questioning me, and it was no doubt how he would stay as we tended to Legolas. I was in awe of him, that he was not letting his concern and panic cloud his brain and muddle his actions as mine had done to me from the moment that I saw Legolas swaying dangerously on Arod.
Realising my thoughts had delayed me in my actions I mentally chastised myself harshly and returned my attention to Legolas. I seated myself beside him on the worn bed whispered assurances in Elvish to him as I undid the straps that held his quiver and hunting knives to his back. Putting my arm beneath him I pulled him upright and leant his limp and lifeless body against my chest cradling him with one arm as I used the other to pull off his weapons and place them on the floor. I let him back down gently but briefly to undo his the buckle that held his ineffective armour on and the belt that sat around his waist holding his jerkin on, and then collected him back into my arms once again to remove them. Once I had settled him back down on the bed with a loving tenderness, my hands began to work on undoing the ties that held his silver undershirt closed on his lithe and toned body. I carefully began to open the shirt ready to remove it, taking care around the area of the arrow so not to move it and cause Legolas any more distress in his unnatural slumber.
I chastised myself again as various images started to flood my mind, images that I should *not* have been having at all, let alone at that moment in time. But stripping his body of his shirt was having an adverse affect on where my mind was taking me, mainly to how pleasurable it would be to be doing this under other circumstances.
When I opened Legolas' shirt, I came back to reality with a terrible bang. As I stared down at Legolas I felt as though I had been speared by the enemies' sword, the pain and the horror that ran through me as I looked upon the damage that was inflicted upon him was more than I could bear.
His usually pale and muscled chest was white, like that of the dead and dying. The sickly skin was marred by the dark blue veins that showed through his skin as if it were mere paper, the spider like veins beneath his skin darkening and increasing in number as they got closer to the wound. The arrow shaft was sticking out of his flesh, the skin torn and blood oozing from around it, the black bruising spreading from it like an infection. The sight of it made me want to retch, as a ranger I had seen wounds like this before, and I had seen many that had been worse, but to see it on Legolas, to see it on someone who I held so dearly to me, who was willing to give his life for my cause and my people filled me with pain and all my hope seemed to drain away into oblivion.
I told myself once again that I would not lose him to this. I could not lose him to this.
My fears had been confirmed, as I stared at the unnatural state of his chest I knew that there was more to this arrow than the damage it had rendered, its evil went much deeper, and I was afraid that it was out of my league to handle. As fear for losing Legolas flooded me once again against my will, I began to panic and lost all control of my body. I tried to call to Gandalf for his assistance, but my mouth was not responding or co-operating, after several more fevered attempts to make my tongue move, I managed a strangled cry of Gandalf's name.
"Aragorn?" He questioned turning from where he stood mixing herbs with the warm water ready to bathe the wound with.
He must have seen the desperate and panicked expression on my face, for he said no more and came over to my side to look down upon Legolas who still laid on the bed beside me.
"It is as I suspected, but I hoped that it wouldn't be so." Gandalf murmured, I suspected that it was more to himself than it was to me.
"Gandalf?"
"The injured are not surviving, even when their injures are minor, they do not last. And this confirms it. There is more than the Uruk-Hai at work here, this is Sarumans doing. He has poisoned the arrows."
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GGG(I think that everyone now knows what this stands for) - I am very sorry for telling the whole of FF.Net about your Grima and Grabbing related problems, I just thought that maybe there was some one out there who might be able to help you. I also feel the need to say that while you tell me off for saying that, you chose to ingore the nice things that i said about you. Am very distraught **sniffles** As punishment, i actively encourage people to offer help and commiserations to you as you are a Grimy Grima Grabber!!! (I will also hijack the fishnet stockings and lock Riff Raff in my dungeon!)
Skywise - Thankies as always for being here at each leg of the fanfiction journey. You support gets my lazy typing fingers in gear. Well, here is Gandalf, and i have a feeling he might actually say something in this chapter....i appologise in advance, i feel another cliffhanger coming on......
Phantom Ranger Fay - It is monday, and here it is. If you weren't waiting for it today, then it probably would have been a few more days till this arrived. Yay for your pressurng! :D
Earendil Baby - I do not feel worthy for your praising the Valar for this, but i am very flatterd that you think that it is. I thought that you might like to know that the Vala gave me a swift kick, and now this shall be moving along. I love intense...in case you hand't guessed :D
YunaDax - I am proud to have my work be called Spiffus Maximus. You yourself are a Spiffus Maximus!!!
Sarah Lynne - Hope that you are feeling better. I swear colds are the evil devise of Sauron. Glad my little Legolas/Aragorn moments can chase away the evil Mordor germs.
EtheLeA - Thankies muchly for the review. I am glad that you did it again. I am the same, very much a sucker for the hurt/comfort/angst, and i could also read a million of them. That is why i went ahead with it really, to bring my own take on it, and because i couldn't sleep until i did. LOL. Thankies muchly for the kind words.
Once again thankies to all those who reviewd, especially the ones that come back chapter after chapter. I love you all, and all your comments =)
To all who commented only biology, thank you for you commiserations and support. Yes i am crazy for taking it and i will know the results in March, so i will let you all know my results.
I have course work at the moment, which i due on friday, so the next update will probably not be until friday night, though i will try my hardest to get one out before then. But no promises.
Please REVIEW!!!!!
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(Aragorn PoV)
"Aragorn?" Gandalf's voice cut through the silence in the room. "What has happened?"
I stood and stepped out of the way allowing Gandalf to see Legolas lying on Theodens bed, the fact that he was ailed painfully obvious in his pallor and the film on sweat on his agonised brow. "It is Legolas."
"He is wounded?"
"Aye. I saw him slumped upon Arod who bore him away from the battle to the safety of the Deep."
"Then he was lucky to have such a careful beast, for not many would have survived such a thing."
"He has been hit by an arrow of the Uruk-Hai, I fear that there is more to his ailment for it should not have caused Legolas to fall."
"Where has been hit?"
I placed my hand on my left shoulder in the same area that Legolas had been hit in. Gandalf's brow furrowed as he thought, his grey eyebrows almost touching.
"Have you examined the wound?"
"No, supplies to aid me have only just arrived. I have sent a maiden to boil tea of Echinacea and goldenseal."
"Good." Gandalf murmured, he was still pondering. "Remove his shirt, I will prepare some water to bathe the wound."
I stood and stared at Gandalf for a moment, he was calm and collected as he surveyed the things the Rohan maiden had brought to our aid, just as he had been calm and collected while questioning me, and it was no doubt how he would stay as we tended to Legolas. I was in awe of him, that he was not letting his concern and panic cloud his brain and muddle his actions as mine had done to me from the moment that I saw Legolas swaying dangerously on Arod.
Realising my thoughts had delayed me in my actions I mentally chastised myself harshly and returned my attention to Legolas. I seated myself beside him on the worn bed whispered assurances in Elvish to him as I undid the straps that held his quiver and hunting knives to his back. Putting my arm beneath him I pulled him upright and leant his limp and lifeless body against my chest cradling him with one arm as I used the other to pull off his weapons and place them on the floor. I let him back down gently but briefly to undo his the buckle that held his ineffective armour on and the belt that sat around his waist holding his jerkin on, and then collected him back into my arms once again to remove them. Once I had settled him back down on the bed with a loving tenderness, my hands began to work on undoing the ties that held his silver undershirt closed on his lithe and toned body. I carefully began to open the shirt ready to remove it, taking care around the area of the arrow so not to move it and cause Legolas any more distress in his unnatural slumber.
I chastised myself again as various images started to flood my mind, images that I should *not* have been having at all, let alone at that moment in time. But stripping his body of his shirt was having an adverse affect on where my mind was taking me, mainly to how pleasurable it would be to be doing this under other circumstances.
When I opened Legolas' shirt, I came back to reality with a terrible bang. As I stared down at Legolas I felt as though I had been speared by the enemies' sword, the pain and the horror that ran through me as I looked upon the damage that was inflicted upon him was more than I could bear.
His usually pale and muscled chest was white, like that of the dead and dying. The sickly skin was marred by the dark blue veins that showed through his skin as if it were mere paper, the spider like veins beneath his skin darkening and increasing in number as they got closer to the wound. The arrow shaft was sticking out of his flesh, the skin torn and blood oozing from around it, the black bruising spreading from it like an infection. The sight of it made me want to retch, as a ranger I had seen wounds like this before, and I had seen many that had been worse, but to see it on Legolas, to see it on someone who I held so dearly to me, who was willing to give his life for my cause and my people filled me with pain and all my hope seemed to drain away into oblivion.
I told myself once again that I would not lose him to this. I could not lose him to this.
My fears had been confirmed, as I stared at the unnatural state of his chest I knew that there was more to this arrow than the damage it had rendered, its evil went much deeper, and I was afraid that it was out of my league to handle. As fear for losing Legolas flooded me once again against my will, I began to panic and lost all control of my body. I tried to call to Gandalf for his assistance, but my mouth was not responding or co-operating, after several more fevered attempts to make my tongue move, I managed a strangled cry of Gandalf's name.
"Aragorn?" He questioned turning from where he stood mixing herbs with the warm water ready to bathe the wound with.
He must have seen the desperate and panicked expression on my face, for he said no more and came over to my side to look down upon Legolas who still laid on the bed beside me.
"It is as I suspected, but I hoped that it wouldn't be so." Gandalf murmured, I suspected that it was more to himself than it was to me.
"Gandalf?"
"The injured are not surviving, even when their injures are minor, they do not last. And this confirms it. There is more than the Uruk-Hai at work here, this is Sarumans doing. He has poisoned the arrows."
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