Authors note: I'm back! He is the extremely long awaited tenth chapter.
The action should start picking up from now on.
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To Save A Friend
Chapter Ten:
Falling
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"Who's there?" questioned a half asleep elf. He slowly sat up in bed and turned his face towards the door, as if he could see who was actually there. There came no reply. He was almost positive he had heard his door open, but now he was not so sure. He could help but feel helpless, lying there, depending on his friends to dress him, walk him everywhere, and not to mention feeding him. He stopped at that thought as he felt someone sit beside him on the bed.
"My dear, dear Legolas. What trouble have you gotten yourself into now that I am not around to make sure you stay out of it?"
Legolas tensed and began to scoot to the edge of his bed, opposite of the intruder. He was stopped by someone grabbing his arm.
"Now then, where do you think you are going? Don't you know how rude it is not to answer an elders question!" Remarked the unwanted elf with power.
Legolas turned his back to him and tried to pull away. "Get out Aramil! I do not with to speak with you. I especially don't feel the need to respect you!"
"You little BASTARD! I will teach you a lesson in respect!" Roared the unwanted.
Aramil let go of the weaker elf's arm and stood to walk around the bed. He stood directly in front of the younger one. Legolas began to scoot back across the bed, away again, but was quickly stopped. He was grabbed around both shoulders by two powerful hands and pulled into a standing position. He immediately tried to pull away, but was still not recovered enough to take on a fully healed, trained elf. All of the sudden the pressure around his shoulders was released, thinking Aramil had come to his senses, Legolas turned and tried to find his way to the door. He didn't get too far.
"No, no, my little elf. Now where do you think you going? I will half to re-teach you the proper respect for elders, especially for me." He again grabbed Legolas around the arms and spun him to face himself. He pulled Legolas close, "You have really grown beautiful over the years, my little seedling." He then let go of one of the shoulders and smacked the recovering elf across the face, sending him sprawling on the bed.
Legolas felt the immense pain radiate across his face and felt himself fall across the bed. He laid there stunned and was just coming to his senses when he felt Aramil straddle him. Legolas began to struggle against the other, but again, it was of no use. He felt his wrist being grabbed and pulled above his head.
"Stop or I will scream bloody murder!" Came the stout reply of the prisoner.
"But I have only begun." Aramil quickly threw his hand over the elf's mouth and listened intently to a sound in the distance. He then whispered into Legolas' ear, "If you speak of this to anyone, I will know, and will kill of your most beloved friends. Starting with your girlfriend, which I am the only one who knows where she is! I will finish this later, and that is a promise!" He quickly jumped off the bed and exited the room.
Legolas sat up, trying to pull himself together. He stood wobbly and very ungracefully made his way to the balcony. He stood there, windows open, feeling the breeze pass over him, letting his silent tears fall.
-{Why? What on earth have I done! I am just a menace to my friends, or supposed friends, and easy target to my enemies! Where was the one that was supposedly to never let anything happen to me again? NO! I must not think like that, it is my own fault. I am just too weak, a menace}- his thought were interrupted when he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. He spun around, fright written all over his face.
"Come yourself, it is only me." Remarked an upset Aragorn. "Legolas, what is wrong, what happened?" He now asked, concern in his voice.
Legolas just stood there, dumbfounded, too shocked to say anything. He felt a gentle touch upon his cheek. The same spot he had been struck, he had not though of it before, but now he was. There was probably a bruise forming.
"Legolas, answer me! What happened, where did this bruise come from?"
"I uhh, well you see." He turned away. "I fell off the bed." He lied. He hated lying to Aragorn, but felt he had no other choice.
Aragorn felt as if the elf was hiding something, but not wish to upset him any further. "Come Legolas let us go for a walk, I have something I must discuss with you."
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To Save A Friend
Chapter Ten:
Falling
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"Who's there?" questioned a half asleep elf. He slowly sat up in bed and turned his face towards the door, as if he could see who was actually there. There came no reply. He was almost positive he had heard his door open, but now he was not so sure. He could help but feel helpless, lying there, depending on his friends to dress him, walk him everywhere, and not to mention feeding him. He stopped at that thought as he felt someone sit beside him on the bed.
"My dear, dear Legolas. What trouble have you gotten yourself into now that I am not around to make sure you stay out of it?"
Legolas tensed and began to scoot to the edge of his bed, opposite of the intruder. He was stopped by someone grabbing his arm.
"Now then, where do you think you are going? Don't you know how rude it is not to answer an elders question!" Remarked the unwanted elf with power.
Legolas turned his back to him and tried to pull away. "Get out Aramil! I do not with to speak with you. I especially don't feel the need to respect you!"
"You little BASTARD! I will teach you a lesson in respect!" Roared the unwanted.
Aramil let go of the weaker elf's arm and stood to walk around the bed. He stood directly in front of the younger one. Legolas began to scoot back across the bed, away again, but was quickly stopped. He was grabbed around both shoulders by two powerful hands and pulled into a standing position. He immediately tried to pull away, but was still not recovered enough to take on a fully healed, trained elf. All of the sudden the pressure around his shoulders was released, thinking Aramil had come to his senses, Legolas turned and tried to find his way to the door. He didn't get too far.
"No, no, my little elf. Now where do you think you going? I will half to re-teach you the proper respect for elders, especially for me." He again grabbed Legolas around the arms and spun him to face himself. He pulled Legolas close, "You have really grown beautiful over the years, my little seedling." He then let go of one of the shoulders and smacked the recovering elf across the face, sending him sprawling on the bed.
Legolas felt the immense pain radiate across his face and felt himself fall across the bed. He laid there stunned and was just coming to his senses when he felt Aramil straddle him. Legolas began to struggle against the other, but again, it was of no use. He felt his wrist being grabbed and pulled above his head.
"Stop or I will scream bloody murder!" Came the stout reply of the prisoner.
"But I have only begun." Aramil quickly threw his hand over the elf's mouth and listened intently to a sound in the distance. He then whispered into Legolas' ear, "If you speak of this to anyone, I will know, and will kill of your most beloved friends. Starting with your girlfriend, which I am the only one who knows where she is! I will finish this later, and that is a promise!" He quickly jumped off the bed and exited the room.
Legolas sat up, trying to pull himself together. He stood wobbly and very ungracefully made his way to the balcony. He stood there, windows open, feeling the breeze pass over him, letting his silent tears fall.
-{Why? What on earth have I done! I am just a menace to my friends, or supposed friends, and easy target to my enemies! Where was the one that was supposedly to never let anything happen to me again? NO! I must not think like that, it is my own fault. I am just too weak, a menace}- his thought were interrupted when he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. He spun around, fright written all over his face.
"Come yourself, it is only me." Remarked an upset Aragorn. "Legolas, what is wrong, what happened?" He now asked, concern in his voice.
Legolas just stood there, dumbfounded, too shocked to say anything. He felt a gentle touch upon his cheek. The same spot he had been struck, he had not though of it before, but now he was. There was probably a bruise forming.
"Legolas, answer me! What happened, where did this bruise come from?"
"I uhh, well you see." He turned away. "I fell off the bed." He lied. He hated lying to Aragorn, but felt he had no other choice.
Aragorn felt as if the elf was hiding something, but not wish to upset him any further. "Come Legolas let us go for a walk, I have something I must discuss with you."
