A/N: Damn, it's been a long time since I've been at this one, eh? Well,
enjoy this, because the Nazguls stabbed me with another idea for it.
Lessa led Aragorn to her tent, intent on making sure he'd be all right. She made him take off his shirt, and looked at the damage. She cursed under her breath. It was bad. Very bad. The healing had been started, though, by someone skilled at it. An Elf? It certainly seemed that way. Who, though?
Shaking her head, Lessa started fixing Aragorn as best she could. He wasn't going anywhere for a while, she could tell that right off. He wouldn't be happy about that.
She was as gentle as she could be. Even so, he bit down several groans of pain as she tended to him. Dammit.
Aragorn caught her hand when she was done. "Thank you."
"You really worried me. What did they do to you?"
"I'd rather not remember."
"We'll get 'em."
"No, we'll leave them be. We can't risk it right now. Their time will come, my love. I promise."
Lessa bristled. "I hate just leaving them go like this. Who tended you?"
That caught Aragorn by surprise. "What makes you think anyone did?"
"Someone's given you some treatment, otherwise you'd be dead by now."
"Legolas."
"I owe him a lot."
"As do I."
They sat in silence for some time, then Lessa broke down him sobs. Aragorn held her close, comforting her as best he could. "It's all right, love."
"I thought I was going to lose you," she sobbed into his chest. "I was so scared."
He stroked her hair lovingly. "It's all right. I'm fine. You're here. I'm here. We're all okay. I promise, all will be well before long."
Lessa gave him a teary smile. "I believe you."
He returned her smile as she buried her face in his chest again. It faded. I he thought. I
Lessa led Aragorn to her tent, intent on making sure he'd be all right. She made him take off his shirt, and looked at the damage. She cursed under her breath. It was bad. Very bad. The healing had been started, though, by someone skilled at it. An Elf? It certainly seemed that way. Who, though?
Shaking her head, Lessa started fixing Aragorn as best she could. He wasn't going anywhere for a while, she could tell that right off. He wouldn't be happy about that.
She was as gentle as she could be. Even so, he bit down several groans of pain as she tended to him. Dammit.
Aragorn caught her hand when she was done. "Thank you."
"You really worried me. What did they do to you?"
"I'd rather not remember."
"We'll get 'em."
"No, we'll leave them be. We can't risk it right now. Their time will come, my love. I promise."
Lessa bristled. "I hate just leaving them go like this. Who tended you?"
That caught Aragorn by surprise. "What makes you think anyone did?"
"Someone's given you some treatment, otherwise you'd be dead by now."
"Legolas."
"I owe him a lot."
"As do I."
They sat in silence for some time, then Lessa broke down him sobs. Aragorn held her close, comforting her as best he could. "It's all right, love."
"I thought I was going to lose you," she sobbed into his chest. "I was so scared."
He stroked her hair lovingly. "It's all right. I'm fine. You're here. I'm here. We're all okay. I promise, all will be well before long."
Lessa gave him a teary smile. "I believe you."
He returned her smile as she buried her face in his chest again. It faded. I he thought. I