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The Uruk-Hai reached the clearing a few feet from Legolas. He pushed the hooded prisoner in front of the Elf, after kicking his feet from under him. Unable to steady his fall because of his hands that were bound behind his back; he fell and was mercilessly dragged back up again. A blade was pressed hard against his throat, it left a dirty black streak on his neck, the Elf recognized it as Morgul poison. One cut and his life would end.
The prisoner's hood was pulled back and Legolas' suspicions were confirmed. "Aragorn!" he cried in dismay. The Ranger's stormy blue eyes blazed at the Uruk-hai that stood above him.
"They said they held you captive, and I exchanged my life for yours, but now I see it is not so," he spat angrily at the Orcs.
"Aragorn." the Elf let his voice trail off.
"So, what will it be? Your life, or his?" Amondir, chief of the Uruk-Hai spoke, knowing the Elf would sacrifice himself on this man's behalf. He would never understand friendship between any beings, especially between an Elf and Human.
"Release him first," Legolas said, he glanced up at EƤrendil, the evening star, knowing it might just be the last time he saw it as a free person. He expected further argument, but they quickly cut the Ranger's bonds, Legolas never noticed as they made a small slit in Aragorn's wrists, administering the poison into his system. They then thrust the hilt of a sword against his head, making consciousness flee.
"As for you." Amondir said darkly. A rope was thrown over Legolas' head. The Elf did not flinch, he had made a vow, even to these wretched beasts, the Elf was true to his word, although he did not realize the Orcs were not true to theirs. The rope tightened, strangling the breath from him, his hands went self-consciously to his throat. The rough material the rope was created from bit into his skin with every vain attempt to loosen its deadly grasp.
Black spots began to appear before his eyes; he slowly sank to the ground and was unconscious before his hit the floor.
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Aragorn watched sadly as they dragged Legolas' limp body away. He knew he couldn't help him now. If he showed any of the Orcs he was awake, they'd surely fix that, and the poison would claim his life. With both of them injured, the thought of rescue was hidden and in no hurry to be found.
Stumbling back to camp, he quickly applied some herbs to the wound on his wrist that was supposed to neutralize the effects of the poison. Unfortunately, in order for the medicine to work, it had to be accompanied by a sleeping drought. Aragorn wrinkled his nose at he phial, the potion would be useless without it. But if he drank it, caught sleeping with a band of Orcs around would certainly be almost as deadly, but what choice did he have?
Tilting his head back, the brew slid back into his throat. He fought the sensation vainly, but soon, sleep came, and the Ranger accepted it. He only hoped that the dwarf would come back in time, wherever he was, before all was lost.
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The Uruk-Hai reached the clearing a few feet from Legolas. He pushed the hooded prisoner in front of the Elf, after kicking his feet from under him. Unable to steady his fall because of his hands that were bound behind his back; he fell and was mercilessly dragged back up again. A blade was pressed hard against his throat, it left a dirty black streak on his neck, the Elf recognized it as Morgul poison. One cut and his life would end.
The prisoner's hood was pulled back and Legolas' suspicions were confirmed. "Aragorn!" he cried in dismay. The Ranger's stormy blue eyes blazed at the Uruk-hai that stood above him.
"They said they held you captive, and I exchanged my life for yours, but now I see it is not so," he spat angrily at the Orcs.
"Aragorn." the Elf let his voice trail off.
"So, what will it be? Your life, or his?" Amondir, chief of the Uruk-Hai spoke, knowing the Elf would sacrifice himself on this man's behalf. He would never understand friendship between any beings, especially between an Elf and Human.
"Release him first," Legolas said, he glanced up at EƤrendil, the evening star, knowing it might just be the last time he saw it as a free person. He expected further argument, but they quickly cut the Ranger's bonds, Legolas never noticed as they made a small slit in Aragorn's wrists, administering the poison into his system. They then thrust the hilt of a sword against his head, making consciousness flee.
"As for you." Amondir said darkly. A rope was thrown over Legolas' head. The Elf did not flinch, he had made a vow, even to these wretched beasts, the Elf was true to his word, although he did not realize the Orcs were not true to theirs. The rope tightened, strangling the breath from him, his hands went self-consciously to his throat. The rough material the rope was created from bit into his skin with every vain attempt to loosen its deadly grasp.
Black spots began to appear before his eyes; he slowly sank to the ground and was unconscious before his hit the floor.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn watched sadly as they dragged Legolas' limp body away. He knew he couldn't help him now. If he showed any of the Orcs he was awake, they'd surely fix that, and the poison would claim his life. With both of them injured, the thought of rescue was hidden and in no hurry to be found.
Stumbling back to camp, he quickly applied some herbs to the wound on his wrist that was supposed to neutralize the effects of the poison. Unfortunately, in order for the medicine to work, it had to be accompanied by a sleeping drought. Aragorn wrinkled his nose at he phial, the potion would be useless without it. But if he drank it, caught sleeping with a band of Orcs around would certainly be almost as deadly, but what choice did he have?
Tilting his head back, the brew slid back into his throat. He fought the sensation vainly, but soon, sleep came, and the Ranger accepted it. He only hoped that the dwarf would come back in time, wherever he was, before all was lost.
