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Legolas and Ainulindalë made their way to the stables. Usually they talked when they walked. But this time was different, the kiss had changed they way they looked at each other, they way they talked. They continued to the stables with silent glances and secret smiles.
"Take Laisrén. I'll take Arod," Legolas said quietly as they walked into the stables. He led his white stallion to the door.
Ainulindalë walked to Laisrén, a black mare, and led her to the door. She mounted her horse and Legolas followed suit. They left the palace grounds and went into Mirkwood forest.
It was quiet in the forest, almost to quiet. Legolas was glad he brought his bow, arrows and white knives, even though Ainulindalë had said it was a bit much. No birds sang. No animals to scurry away. Legolas' ears were alert for any unnatural sounds. He kept looking left and right.
"Is everything o.k?" Ainulindalë asked.
"Fine," Legolas answered. She didn't believe him, so she kept her eyes open for anything suspicious.
They followed a path that took them from the palace grounds, in a circle and back to the grounds.
Ainulindalë took in the dark beauty that was Mirkwood forest. It was quite breath taking, with sun dappled leaves here and there throughout the path. But it was quiet, not the usual chatter busy with wildlife. Then, without warning, the two companions were surrounded.
"Orcs!" Legolas yelled and, in a blink of an eye, he had his bow notched with and arrow and fired. Felling to orcs.
Luckily, Ainulindalë was close enough to Legolas to grab one of his white knives and begin fighting with the orcs. She stabbed one and beheaded the next.
Soon, Legolas and Ainulindalë had felled most of the orcs, when one ran forward and jammed his sword into Laisrén's neck. The black mare reared and Ainulindalë was thrown to the ground. Three orcs attacked her.
Legolas lunged toward them and threw the orcs off of her, but it was too late. She had a monstrous cut on her left side just below her breast. She was whimpering in pain, anything else would have been to agonizing to perform. She was having trouble keeping her breathing steady.
Legolas ripped his shirt into strips to keep the pressure on the wound. It took all of his will to keep from panicking. Ainulindalë was crying it hurt so much.
"It's o.k. Ainulindalë. We'll get to the Healer's. Just hold on!" He said desperately trying to mask the panic in his voice.
"It hurts so much," Ainulindalë said so quietly that even elven ears could just barely hear it. She, then, lost consciousness.
Legolas cursed, in elvish, under his breath. He gently placed Ainulindalë on his horse, and then leapt up behind her. He supported her in one arm and the other he used to guide Arod to the palace.
Arod seemed to know that someone was injured so he was quick but kept movement to a minimum.
They reached the palace and Legolas was off Arod in a flash. He took Ainulindalë into his arms and raced across the grounds. When he reached the palace he began screaming for help, until his throat was raw. Elemmiire dashed up to them.
"What happened?" He panted.
"Orcs…Attacked…" Legolas choked, his throat was constricted with tears. "She needs a healer!"
"O.k. Calm down. Follow me," Elemmiire breathed. He led Legolas' to the healer's room. "Nierninwa, we need your expertise."
"What happened?" Asked the healer.
"Orcs attacked her," Elemmiire informed her quietly.
"You did a good thing keeping pressure on the wound," Nierninwa said to Legolas as she examined Ainulindalë, who was still in his arms. "Put her on this bed." Legolas obeyed. The healer turned to Elemmiire and spoke quietly. "Take him out of the room. Do not let him back in, even if she cries out, understand?"
"Yes," he answered. He led Legolas out of the room. "Come on, Leaf. She's in good hands."
Legolas looked back and cringed. Nierninwa had the strips of his shirt removed, exposing the bloody gash. New tears formed in his eyes as he allowed himself to be led out of the room.
"El, could you stay here with me? I do not think I can stand being alone right now," Legolas asked quietly staring at the closed door.
"Of course," Elemmiire replied. How could Legolas even think he would leave his best friend alone right now?
So, they waited outside the healer's room. For an hour, the best friends waited in silence. Legolas paced for quite some time. Elemmiire tried to comfort him but his efforts were futile.
Then, there came a scream, it was almost blood curdling. The agony was evident in it. Legolas made a run towards the door, but Elemmiire caught him easily around the waist. Legolas turned, his eyes filled with tears and alight with rage.
"What are you doing?" He cried.
"She's fine, Legolas. She's fine," Elemmiire soothed. Legolas pounded Elemmiire's chest for a few minutes pleading to be let go before he broke down crying in Elemmiire's arms.
"What am I going to do if she dies?" Legolas sobbed.
"She's not going to die. Elbereth wouldn't let her die, she knows you love her so much," Elemmiire answered quietly.
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