Yay! Chapter 5! Hopefully I'll get more people reading it this time.

Inga Teshmista! Eh!

Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. The great and powerful J. R.R. tolkien does. Rhone and Nori, however, are MINE!! *Crouches over miniature characters threateningly* My preccioussssesss!

Rhone:(Whispering to Nori) What's she doing?

Nori: I don't know. I just don't know.

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"Nori, what the hell was that?" Rhone said as she bandaged up her brother as best she could. Neither Nori or Rhone were very good at healing; when they got hurt, they bandaged themselves up and found a healer. "At least you didn't hit anything truly vital, but I think that was just sheer dumb luck. But he did loose a lot of blood, and he needs a healer. We really didn't need this right now."

"It was instinct." Nori said, knowing it wouldn't do any good to make excuses, but trying anyway.

"Right. Instinct." Rhone snorted. "Look, I know you've got some trust issues, but get over it. I'm gonna let you go this time, but this can't happen again." She looked up, holding Nori's gaze. "It can't."

"It won't." Nori said.

Rhone finished bandaging up her brother then looked at Nori. "Well, what do we do now? The only healer I can think of nearby is Elrond in Rivendell. That's still about two or three days from here. Are you up to riding."

Nori thought briefly. "I'm a little achy, but nothing that would stop me. I can ride all right."

"Well, I don't think Aragorn is going to be waking up soon. I personally think he needs some sleep. He always runs himself ragged." She thought about it for a moment. "I think we could tie him to his horse, so long as we tie his hands to the pommel." She smiled slyly. "He doesn't have a problem being tied up."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Nori asked, giving her friend an odd look.

Rhone started laughing. "You know, I really don't know." Now Nori was laughing as well. It had been a while since either of them had laughed, and they felt much better for it.

"Okay, we've got an injured man on our hands. We need to get to Rivendell." Said Rhone, once she had caught her breath.

Nori took care of Tempest and her Firenze, while Rhone tied Aragorn to his horse. "I missed you." Nori whispered in elvish to Firenze. Firenze snorted and nuzzled her roughly.

Rhone used only a piece of cloth to bind her brother's hands to the pommel. He muttered something incoherent and made a feeble movement to free himself. "Shhh, brother," she said, placing a hand on his arm. "I don't want you to fall off Mist." He calmed down at the sound of her voice.

"Where?" he said.

"Rivendell, to get you doctored up." Rhone replied.

"Oh." He said, and passed out again.

He's lost too much blood, She thought worriedly as she tied Mist's reigns to her saddle. If he doesn't make it through this. No. I can't think like that. Not when there's a chance.

"Are you all set?" she asked Nori when she had gotten into the saddle.

"Let's go." Nori said, leaping into the saddle with the ease and grace only one of her kind could have.

"Stupid Elf." Rhone muttered.

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They stopped and made camp shortly after night had fallen, next to a small stream. Nori set up camp, while Rhone lit a fire and tended to Aragorn. He was no better, but he was no worse either. Rhone managed to wake him up and get him to eat a little food, but he fell asleep again quickly.

"I think we should take watches." Rhone said after he had fallen asleep.

"I agree." Said Nori. "I'll take first watch."

"Rhone?" Nori said, after a few minutes.

"Yes?" Rhone asked as she settled herself down.

"I uh, heard you and Aragorn talking the other night." she started.

"And?" Rhone's voice seemed strained.

"Who was he?" The elf asked quietly.

Rhone looked at her friend for a moment, and Nori could see her friend's eyes glisten from more than just the flickering firelight. Then Rhone rolled over, facing the forest.

"No one, Nori. He was no one."

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In the middle of the night, during Nori's watch, Aragorn started coughing up blood.

"Rhone!" she shrieked, shaking her friend violently.

"What?!" said Rhone, looking bleary-eyed. Then she heard the coughing. She scrambled over to her brother. Nori had at least had the presence of mind to sit him up so he wouldn't choke on his own blood. Rhone held him forward, over the ground till the coughing had eased somewhat

"When did he start coughing, Nori?" Rhone said as she wiped the blood off Aragorn's face with a damp cloth. "Nori?" When she didn't answer, Rhone turned.

Nori was sitting on the ground next to her, holding her arms and rocking back and forth slightly. Her face was covered in blood spatters, and she was staring at Aragorn.

"Nori, are you all right?" Rhone asked. By now Aragorn's hacking coughs had ceased, and he was conscious enough to wipe the blood of his face.

"He made a strange noise." Nori said. "I went over, to see if he was all right. Then he woke up, and there was blood all over my face and."

"Oh, Nori, it's all right-" Rhone began.

"No it's not!" Nori shrieked. "Whenever I've fought something, it was dead by the time I got through with it. During the War with Sauron, I never saw the tents for the wounded. The inside, anyway. I never seen something- someone, get wounded like that by my own hand, and just live like this." Nori looked Rhone straight in the eyes. "I've never watched someone die like this."

"He's not going to die!" Rhone said, her eyes filled with pain and determination. "I won't let him!"

Then Aragorn started coughing again, coloring his shirtsleeves crimson. "It's worse than I thought." Rhone said as she held him over the ground so he could spit it all out. "He's bleeding internally."

"I thought you said it wasn't too bad." Nori said.

"Well I was wrong! I'm no healer." Her voice softened. "He is. If we don't get him to Rivendell fast, he'll die."

"I can get him there." Nori said. Rhone started to protest. "You're not as good a rider as I am," insisted Nori. "And I'm better with horses. Firenze is the fastest, anyway."

"And Firenze doesn't like me much." Rhone said wryly. She looked down at her brother, who was only semi conscious, biting her lip so hard she drew blood. "You'll get him there safe?" she said, looking up at her friend with pleading in her eyes.

"I'll ride like the wind." Nori said. Maybe if I save his life he'll forgive me for almost ending it, she thought.

Nori stood, and untied Firenze. "Ready for a late night ride?" she whispered softly to it in elvish. The mare whinnied softly, and made a nodding gesture. Nori got into the saddle, then turned to Rhone, who was supporting Aragorn. With Rhone's help she pulled him into the saddle in front of her. It was a little uncomfortable, but it was easier to keep him on the horse this way.

"Ride hard." Rhone said.

"Noro Lim, Firenze." Nori said to her horse, and they sped off into the night.

Rhone doused the fire, broke camp, and tied Mist to Tempest's saddle, then set off after her friend and her sibling, hoping with all her heart that it wouldn't be too late.

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So? What chu tink, eh? Is it good?

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I say all of dis in bad Russian accent.

Revenge of Lilo and Stitch I suppose.

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