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Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 13
Saruman
Éowyn steered the horse towards Isengard, where the wizard Saruman dwelled. He was bit of a mysterious person, but Éowyn knew he would accept the job of healing the elf.
"How much further?" Legolas asked her weakly.
"Not much further, master elf," she replied.
She then noticed how she always called him 'master elf' and decided to finally ask his name.
"After all we've been through so far, I have yet to know our name," she told him.
"Legolas," he said, and then his head hit Éowyn's back with a hard thud.
Éowyn stopped her horse as fast as she could and carefully turned to examine the elf. He had passed out, obviously from blood loss.
"Legolas," she said, shaking him... but no answer.
She took her middle and index finger and placed them on is neck, to check for a pulse. It was there... it was weak... but existent and that was all that mattered.
It was a no more than an hours travel to reach Isengard... she had to make it there as quick as possible. She dismounted the horse and pushed Legolas' limp body further up the saddle. She remounted, this time so Legolas was in front of her, and then she set of once again for Isengard. She really didn't think he would need the blanket placed over his face anymore, not to mention he probably didn't need to have something blocking his flow of breathing.
After about a forty-five minutes travel, Éowyn's horse stopped in front of the outrageously tall tower of Isengard. At the steps of the tower was Saruman himself, dressed in all white and already expecting Éowyn and her wounded companion.
"Bring him forth," Saruman told her, opening one of the twin entrance doors and leaving it open. Éowyn obeyed and carefully took Legolas down off her horse, avoiding the arrow wound, and cradling him in her arms like a child. She then followed Saruman up the steps, through the door, and into a room that was off to the side.
Inside was a table covered in a white cloth. Saruman had busied himself collecting herbs and potions from the shelves on the walls. Éowyn placed Legolas on the table facedown.
"He went unconscious just recently," Éowyn said. "No longer than an hour ago."
"Then there is plenty of time," Saruman said, bringing his collection of healing items and piling them on vacant spot next to Legolas body.
Saruman then untied the strip of blanket Éowyn had placed there. The skin had started to heal around the wound, but blood still came out.
"Elves and the fast healing," Saruman mumbled. "Luckily the wound is still fresh."
Saruman picked up a knife and cut Legolas' tunic down the middle, showing his naked back.
Saruman lifted the right side of the newly created flap of Legolas' tunic and slipped it off the arrow. Now they could see the wound more clearly.
Legolas then started to move a little. Saruman sighed...
"He's starting to come to his senses!" Éowyn told him.
"He was better off asleep," Saruman said.
"What do you mean?" Éowyn asked.
"I mean that the next part is going to be painful," Saruman said.
"Would you mind explaining, milord," she asked.
"Not at all," Saruman replied, taking a liquid and pouring it around the wound. "We must push the arrow all the way through."
"What?" Éowyn asked, surprised a little at the solution. "Can't we just pull the little devil out?"
"The arrow on the end would just cause further damage," Saruman replied. "We're better off just pushing it through, it isn't to far off."
"And what then?" Éowyn asked.
"Then we break off the arrow so we can pull it out they way you wanted to do it," Saruman replied, becoming a little annoyed with all of Éowyn's questions.
Legolas then lifted his head and looked around. Éowyn grabbed a stool from a desk in the corner and sat it in front of Legolas so she could talk to him. He looked at her with eyes that told her that he was very dizzy and they also showed that he had no idea where he was.
"Listen to me, Legolas," Éowyn started. "We're at Isengard now."
"Am I already healed?" Legolas asked.
"I'm afraid not, master elf," she replied. "We have yet to take the arrow out."
"It shouldn't take long, Lady Éowyn," Legolas said... worried about the pain. "Should it?"
"I would rather not tell you," she replied, knowing that preparations for the arrow removal were almost complete. "Can you get on your knees?"
Legolas struggles to get up, his wound obviously getting in the way, and finally managed to do it.
"Master elf," Éowyn said. "You're going to want to squeeze my hand."
Legolas looked at her... a bit confused about what was going on, but he did as he was suggested and soon learned why.
Saruman then, without any sort of notice, pushed the arrow through at an angle to the right. Legolas' scream of pain filled the room as he closed his eyes and involuntary tears came out of his eyes. Éowyn began to groan a little to because Legolas was squeezing her hand quite hard.
Saruman then grabbed a knife from the table and cut the arrow off. He then grabbed the little part that was still coming out of Legolas' back and yanked up. Legolas screamed even louder, blood pouring from the new wound near his stomach. Saruman immediately grabbed a cloth from the table and placed it under Legolas. He then forced Legolas down on his stomach again. Saruman turned to Éowyn and looked a bit worried himself.
"See that kettle over there," he asked Éowyn, pointing to a fireplace with a kettle boiling over it.
"Yes," Éowyn replied.
"Hand it to me," Saruman replied.
Éowyn quickly walked over to the kettle and, using her cloak to protect her from the hot metal, picked it up and quickly brought it to Saruman. Saruman grabbed it, protected from the heat through wizard magic, and titled the kettle over Legolas wound. Saruman let the boiling water pour into Legolas wound, which helped to stop the bleeding.
"Ahhh!" Legolas yelled.
Saruman then placed a cloth on Legolas back and walked back to the shelves on the wall that he was searching through earlier.
Éowyn took this time to sit back in the stool and comfort the hurting Legolas. He was lying on the table, his head lying on its side and his eyes closed. He was breathing quite heavy to.
"Are you okay?" She asked Legolas, noting the sweat the was forming all over his face, but the noting that some of them had formed form his eyes... tears...
No answer...
"You must answer me, Legolas," she said.
Legolas grumbled, and he seemed to nuzzle his head into the white cloth on the table.
Saruman came back with bandages and, with difficulty since Legolas was lying down, began to wrap Legolas' lower torso.
"Is he going to be fine, milord?" Éowyn asked.
"I believe that is correct," Saruman replied. "But there is always a chance. I have yet to examine the arrow, it might have been poisoned."
"Oh," Éowyn cried out. "Please do not speak of such ill fate. This poor elf has gone through enough."
"I do not decide fate, my child," Saruman replied. "I can only alter it."
Neither Legolas nor Éowyn realized how true his words were...
(A/N: So... who thinks that Saruman is going to be a bad guy in this fic? *Raises Hand*)
Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 13
Saruman
Éowyn steered the horse towards Isengard, where the wizard Saruman dwelled. He was bit of a mysterious person, but Éowyn knew he would accept the job of healing the elf.
"How much further?" Legolas asked her weakly.
"Not much further, master elf," she replied.
She then noticed how she always called him 'master elf' and decided to finally ask his name.
"After all we've been through so far, I have yet to know our name," she told him.
"Legolas," he said, and then his head hit Éowyn's back with a hard thud.
Éowyn stopped her horse as fast as she could and carefully turned to examine the elf. He had passed out, obviously from blood loss.
"Legolas," she said, shaking him... but no answer.
She took her middle and index finger and placed them on is neck, to check for a pulse. It was there... it was weak... but existent and that was all that mattered.
It was a no more than an hours travel to reach Isengard... she had to make it there as quick as possible. She dismounted the horse and pushed Legolas' limp body further up the saddle. She remounted, this time so Legolas was in front of her, and then she set of once again for Isengard. She really didn't think he would need the blanket placed over his face anymore, not to mention he probably didn't need to have something blocking his flow of breathing.
After about a forty-five minutes travel, Éowyn's horse stopped in front of the outrageously tall tower of Isengard. At the steps of the tower was Saruman himself, dressed in all white and already expecting Éowyn and her wounded companion.
"Bring him forth," Saruman told her, opening one of the twin entrance doors and leaving it open. Éowyn obeyed and carefully took Legolas down off her horse, avoiding the arrow wound, and cradling him in her arms like a child. She then followed Saruman up the steps, through the door, and into a room that was off to the side.
Inside was a table covered in a white cloth. Saruman had busied himself collecting herbs and potions from the shelves on the walls. Éowyn placed Legolas on the table facedown.
"He went unconscious just recently," Éowyn said. "No longer than an hour ago."
"Then there is plenty of time," Saruman said, bringing his collection of healing items and piling them on vacant spot next to Legolas body.
Saruman then untied the strip of blanket Éowyn had placed there. The skin had started to heal around the wound, but blood still came out.
"Elves and the fast healing," Saruman mumbled. "Luckily the wound is still fresh."
Saruman picked up a knife and cut Legolas' tunic down the middle, showing his naked back.
Saruman lifted the right side of the newly created flap of Legolas' tunic and slipped it off the arrow. Now they could see the wound more clearly.
Legolas then started to move a little. Saruman sighed...
"He's starting to come to his senses!" Éowyn told him.
"He was better off asleep," Saruman said.
"What do you mean?" Éowyn asked.
"I mean that the next part is going to be painful," Saruman said.
"Would you mind explaining, milord," she asked.
"Not at all," Saruman replied, taking a liquid and pouring it around the wound. "We must push the arrow all the way through."
"What?" Éowyn asked, surprised a little at the solution. "Can't we just pull the little devil out?"
"The arrow on the end would just cause further damage," Saruman replied. "We're better off just pushing it through, it isn't to far off."
"And what then?" Éowyn asked.
"Then we break off the arrow so we can pull it out they way you wanted to do it," Saruman replied, becoming a little annoyed with all of Éowyn's questions.
Legolas then lifted his head and looked around. Éowyn grabbed a stool from a desk in the corner and sat it in front of Legolas so she could talk to him. He looked at her with eyes that told her that he was very dizzy and they also showed that he had no idea where he was.
"Listen to me, Legolas," Éowyn started. "We're at Isengard now."
"Am I already healed?" Legolas asked.
"I'm afraid not, master elf," she replied. "We have yet to take the arrow out."
"It shouldn't take long, Lady Éowyn," Legolas said... worried about the pain. "Should it?"
"I would rather not tell you," she replied, knowing that preparations for the arrow removal were almost complete. "Can you get on your knees?"
Legolas struggles to get up, his wound obviously getting in the way, and finally managed to do it.
"Master elf," Éowyn said. "You're going to want to squeeze my hand."
Legolas looked at her... a bit confused about what was going on, but he did as he was suggested and soon learned why.
Saruman then, without any sort of notice, pushed the arrow through at an angle to the right. Legolas' scream of pain filled the room as he closed his eyes and involuntary tears came out of his eyes. Éowyn began to groan a little to because Legolas was squeezing her hand quite hard.
Saruman then grabbed a knife from the table and cut the arrow off. He then grabbed the little part that was still coming out of Legolas' back and yanked up. Legolas screamed even louder, blood pouring from the new wound near his stomach. Saruman immediately grabbed a cloth from the table and placed it under Legolas. He then forced Legolas down on his stomach again. Saruman turned to Éowyn and looked a bit worried himself.
"See that kettle over there," he asked Éowyn, pointing to a fireplace with a kettle boiling over it.
"Yes," Éowyn replied.
"Hand it to me," Saruman replied.
Éowyn quickly walked over to the kettle and, using her cloak to protect her from the hot metal, picked it up and quickly brought it to Saruman. Saruman grabbed it, protected from the heat through wizard magic, and titled the kettle over Legolas wound. Saruman let the boiling water pour into Legolas wound, which helped to stop the bleeding.
"Ahhh!" Legolas yelled.
Saruman then placed a cloth on Legolas back and walked back to the shelves on the wall that he was searching through earlier.
Éowyn took this time to sit back in the stool and comfort the hurting Legolas. He was lying on the table, his head lying on its side and his eyes closed. He was breathing quite heavy to.
"Are you okay?" She asked Legolas, noting the sweat the was forming all over his face, but the noting that some of them had formed form his eyes... tears...
No answer...
"You must answer me, Legolas," she said.
Legolas grumbled, and he seemed to nuzzle his head into the white cloth on the table.
Saruman came back with bandages and, with difficulty since Legolas was lying down, began to wrap Legolas' lower torso.
"Is he going to be fine, milord?" Éowyn asked.
"I believe that is correct," Saruman replied. "But there is always a chance. I have yet to examine the arrow, it might have been poisoned."
"Oh," Éowyn cried out. "Please do not speak of such ill fate. This poor elf has gone through enough."
"I do not decide fate, my child," Saruman replied. "I can only alter it."
Neither Legolas nor Éowyn realized how true his words were...
(A/N: So... who thinks that Saruman is going to be a bad guy in this fic? *Raises Hand*)