AUTHOR'S NOTE: You know what? My story is really screwed up. For one thing,
if Hasufel and Arod have already come into the possession of Aragorn and
Co., wouldn't Merry and Pippin already have escaped? As I have said before,
my story is screwed. Oh well, enjoy it anyways. *sniff*
Oh, for everyone who's sent me death threats for not writing sooner, I'm not really that sorry, considering I have book reports to do, man, some people are so inconsiderate. And no, this will not be the last chapter, I assure you that.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and no one. (Except for the Angresan, which aren't mentioned.)
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"Gimli!"
"What!?"
"Come quickly!!"
Gimli ran over as fast as his feet could carry him. What he saw next, would forever be scared into his soul for centuries. A being, bloodied up so bad, it was hard to see what race it belonged to. However, the soft blond elvish hair still shone, although it was quite shorter than it should have been. "Is that..." Gimli let his voice trail off.
"Come on Legolas," Aragorn said urgently, they had already lost Boromir to Orcs. He placed his fingers under his chin searching for a pulse, he found it with some difficulty, and the beatings were so very faint and slurred. His other hand rested gently on his chest, feeling for any indication that the Elf was alive.
"How long do you think he's been like... that?" Gimli asked.
Aragorn felt Legolas' cheek, it was freezing cold to touch, and it already looked like the Elf was dead. "For a good couple of hours. I do not think..."
Aragorn did not finish his sentence. But both of them knew what might happen, although they couldn't bring themselves to say it. There was a very good chance the Elf's heart could stop beating at any moment.
Aragorn brushed the blood soaked tresses of hair from Legolas' face. The Elf stirred fitfully in his arms. His right arm went sluggishly to his neck, where Aragorn's hand still lay. His hand never reached Aragorn's for he fell into a deeper sleep and could not feel the pressing of fingers against his throat. His hand fell on Aragorn's wrist, where it left a dark stain of elvish blood.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas woke slowly, feeling like a cave troll had used him for an anvil. He felt overly stiff and couldn't move freely without letting a moan excape his swolen lips.
"Waking up yet?"
"Shut up Gimli, let him sleep."
Gimli. The name sounded familiar. He forced his leadened eyelids open. A small fire kindled next to him, tended by Aragorn. "Mani what?" he whispered Elvish, he waited for his eyes to focus enough for him to see their faces clearly, "Oio naa elealla alasse' ever is thy sight a joy." Then he shut his eyes again.
"Legolas," Aragorn whispered, seeing if the elf had drifted back to sleep, "have you been fed Orc brew latley?" The Elf nodded his head absently. Aragorn gave a sigh of relief, "I gave you the antidote, not knowing weither you had or not. If you hadn't, the remedy would have killed you. But I took the chance, for the brew would have killed you first."
Legolas nodded again.
Gimli smiled, "Shut up Aragorn, let him sleep."
Oh, for everyone who's sent me death threats for not writing sooner, I'm not really that sorry, considering I have book reports to do, man, some people are so inconsiderate. And no, this will not be the last chapter, I assure you that.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing and no one. (Except for the Angresan, which aren't mentioned.)
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"Gimli!"
"What!?"
"Come quickly!!"
Gimli ran over as fast as his feet could carry him. What he saw next, would forever be scared into his soul for centuries. A being, bloodied up so bad, it was hard to see what race it belonged to. However, the soft blond elvish hair still shone, although it was quite shorter than it should have been. "Is that..." Gimli let his voice trail off.
"Come on Legolas," Aragorn said urgently, they had already lost Boromir to Orcs. He placed his fingers under his chin searching for a pulse, he found it with some difficulty, and the beatings were so very faint and slurred. His other hand rested gently on his chest, feeling for any indication that the Elf was alive.
"How long do you think he's been like... that?" Gimli asked.
Aragorn felt Legolas' cheek, it was freezing cold to touch, and it already looked like the Elf was dead. "For a good couple of hours. I do not think..."
Aragorn did not finish his sentence. But both of them knew what might happen, although they couldn't bring themselves to say it. There was a very good chance the Elf's heart could stop beating at any moment.
Aragorn brushed the blood soaked tresses of hair from Legolas' face. The Elf stirred fitfully in his arms. His right arm went sluggishly to his neck, where Aragorn's hand still lay. His hand never reached Aragorn's for he fell into a deeper sleep and could not feel the pressing of fingers against his throat. His hand fell on Aragorn's wrist, where it left a dark stain of elvish blood.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas woke slowly, feeling like a cave troll had used him for an anvil. He felt overly stiff and couldn't move freely without letting a moan excape his swolen lips.
"Waking up yet?"
"Shut up Gimli, let him sleep."
Gimli. The name sounded familiar. He forced his leadened eyelids open. A small fire kindled next to him, tended by Aragorn. "Mani what?" he whispered Elvish, he waited for his eyes to focus enough for him to see their faces clearly, "Oio naa elealla alasse' ever is thy sight a joy." Then he shut his eyes again.
"Legolas," Aragorn whispered, seeing if the elf had drifted back to sleep, "have you been fed Orc brew latley?" The Elf nodded his head absently. Aragorn gave a sigh of relief, "I gave you the antidote, not knowing weither you had or not. If you hadn't, the remedy would have killed you. But I took the chance, for the brew would have killed you first."
Legolas nodded again.
Gimli smiled, "Shut up Aragorn, let him sleep."
