Thank you all, for all the great reviews. This is my first Lord of the
Rings story, and I wasn't sure if I could be good enough to write one. And
thank you Kristian, for pointing that minor grammar mistake out. I would
have never known.
******************************** Gimli looked in shock, as Aragorn disappeared into the water. The first thing he thought about was the possibilities where an attacker could have been hiding. He glanced about, but saw no visible attacker, nor did he register weapons. And why was everybody staring? They were watching their friend drown! He stood up, the boat dangerously rocking, threatening to throw another one of the fellowship overboard. He took off his helmet, and glanced back to the Elf, wanting to throw him a glare, but found the boat empty besides himself. He huffed, again surprised, and that in no less then a blink of the eye.
The Elf had been silent, diving into the cold water without even hesitating. There wasn't even a sound when he hit the water. His body adapted to the temperature, and he was able to swim without hinder. The water was clear, and his eyes looked around, trying to find a glimpse of the ranger. He dove deeper, the pressure of the water noticeable in his ears. Had Aragorn fallen so deep? Again he glanced about, but saw no sign of the human. Legolas knew that if he dove any deeper, it could become dangerous. His elven ears could not handle any more pressure. It was Aragorn, a friend, and hope for the race of men, heir to the throne of Gondor. He could not fail now, he had to find the ranger. And although his body warned him, he dove deeper, the pressure turning into pain. There! He saw Aragorn, he was still falling deeper, and unfortunately still unconscious. There were no air bubbles in the water, and it worried the Elf. How long had he been like that? He closed his eyes, pushing away the pain in his ears, and managed to take hold of the ranger. He needed air, the man was turning into a frightening shade of blue.
Boromir had not been watching the whole time, but had arranged the boats so, that they were able to help the Elf and ranger when they would resurface. Gimli sat with Frodo and Sam, while Boromir occupied the now empty boat. It was lasting too long, it already had been minutes now. He was starting to give up hope, frightened that they lost not only Aragorn, but the Elf as well. And then, as if it was a miracle, he saw movement in the water, two figures slowly coming to the surface. The Elf looked as bad as Aragorn. Both were pale, although Aragorn had taken on a shade of blue. He was barely breathing, and looked more death then alive. Legolas was bleeding, although he could not see where, it looked like his ears.
"Boromir, don't stand there, help me."
The Elf's comment shook him out of his reverie and bend forward, grasping the wet tunic of the ranger. He lowered Aragorn into the boat gently, being careful not to injure him further more. The Elf climbed in himself, waving away the offered hand. He sat down, grasping his ears. They pained him beyond imagination, but he was lucky to be able to hear. The sounds of the forest around them calming him. Boromir shook his head, glad to feel a weak pulse on his friend, but also noted the cold that seemed to go deep within Aragorn's body. They needed to get him on land, to build a fire and warm him. His eyes fell on the Elf, who was holding his head, his normal calm façade masked with pain. That was all he needed to know.
"Gimli, get the hobbits to shore, we need to get a fire going. Aragorn is alive, but needs immediate attention."
And so does Legolas, he wanted to say, but held still, knowing the Elf was very proud, and did not need to be pointed out as injured. Gimli obeyed, helping Merry and Pippin, to guide them to shore as well. Boromir could not help to feel a little proud, for he was leading the Fellowship; they were all depending on him.
Nobody ever noticed, but at that moment, the Ring lit up, showing the markings for a mere second. It sensed that it had some more power now, and that it had a chance to escape the hobbit. It only needed to wait, to wait and to be taken by his new owner.
******************************** Gimli looked in shock, as Aragorn disappeared into the water. The first thing he thought about was the possibilities where an attacker could have been hiding. He glanced about, but saw no visible attacker, nor did he register weapons. And why was everybody staring? They were watching their friend drown! He stood up, the boat dangerously rocking, threatening to throw another one of the fellowship overboard. He took off his helmet, and glanced back to the Elf, wanting to throw him a glare, but found the boat empty besides himself. He huffed, again surprised, and that in no less then a blink of the eye.
The Elf had been silent, diving into the cold water without even hesitating. There wasn't even a sound when he hit the water. His body adapted to the temperature, and he was able to swim without hinder. The water was clear, and his eyes looked around, trying to find a glimpse of the ranger. He dove deeper, the pressure of the water noticeable in his ears. Had Aragorn fallen so deep? Again he glanced about, but saw no sign of the human. Legolas knew that if he dove any deeper, it could become dangerous. His elven ears could not handle any more pressure. It was Aragorn, a friend, and hope for the race of men, heir to the throne of Gondor. He could not fail now, he had to find the ranger. And although his body warned him, he dove deeper, the pressure turning into pain. There! He saw Aragorn, he was still falling deeper, and unfortunately still unconscious. There were no air bubbles in the water, and it worried the Elf. How long had he been like that? He closed his eyes, pushing away the pain in his ears, and managed to take hold of the ranger. He needed air, the man was turning into a frightening shade of blue.
Boromir had not been watching the whole time, but had arranged the boats so, that they were able to help the Elf and ranger when they would resurface. Gimli sat with Frodo and Sam, while Boromir occupied the now empty boat. It was lasting too long, it already had been minutes now. He was starting to give up hope, frightened that they lost not only Aragorn, but the Elf as well. And then, as if it was a miracle, he saw movement in the water, two figures slowly coming to the surface. The Elf looked as bad as Aragorn. Both were pale, although Aragorn had taken on a shade of blue. He was barely breathing, and looked more death then alive. Legolas was bleeding, although he could not see where, it looked like his ears.
"Boromir, don't stand there, help me."
The Elf's comment shook him out of his reverie and bend forward, grasping the wet tunic of the ranger. He lowered Aragorn into the boat gently, being careful not to injure him further more. The Elf climbed in himself, waving away the offered hand. He sat down, grasping his ears. They pained him beyond imagination, but he was lucky to be able to hear. The sounds of the forest around them calming him. Boromir shook his head, glad to feel a weak pulse on his friend, but also noted the cold that seemed to go deep within Aragorn's body. They needed to get him on land, to build a fire and warm him. His eyes fell on the Elf, who was holding his head, his normal calm façade masked with pain. That was all he needed to know.
"Gimli, get the hobbits to shore, we need to get a fire going. Aragorn is alive, but needs immediate attention."
And so does Legolas, he wanted to say, but held still, knowing the Elf was very proud, and did not need to be pointed out as injured. Gimli obeyed, helping Merry and Pippin, to guide them to shore as well. Boromir could not help to feel a little proud, for he was leading the Fellowship; they were all depending on him.
Nobody ever noticed, but at that moment, the Ring lit up, showing the markings for a mere second. It sensed that it had some more power now, and that it had a chance to escape the hobbit. It only needed to wait, to wait and to be taken by his new owner.
