A/N Yes yes I know all my dates are wrong like Legolas got Arod from the
riders of Rohan in TTT but this is my fan fic and I have decided that
Legolas already has Arod now. OK? Good!
Legolas felt, somehow, safer. Knowing that help was so close by. He closed his eyes. Pain and weariness racked his body. He faintly heard the Orc's that had been staring at him scramble clumsily out of the hole and above ground. He was alone.
***
Aragorn took down countless numbers of Orcs within seconds, as did Haldir by his side. Aragorn waited before sidling away from the raging battle and running heavy footed down the narrow steps, leading to where Legolas was held. Haldir followed silently behind him only stopping when he felt a flame in his heart glow painfully. He grasped his chest.
"Mellon?" Aragorn approached the elf.
"I am fine. It is Legolas." Haldir explained. "He is fading. He is asking to leave us."
Aragorn did not hesitate any longer and he took the steps two at a time. Rushing towards the tortured elf. He lost his breath and footing, almost falling backwards when he saw the state of Legolas. There was a huge 'S' in the midst of his chest and multiple open wounds and bruises and burns all over his body. He gasped. "What filth could do this to such a noble race?"
"Saruman." Hissed Haldir angrily. He looked at his friend and it hurt him to see the pain. He hastily grabbed an arrow from his quiver and picked the shackles holding Legolas to the now motionless wheel.
The prince fell with a slight thud. Aragorn pulled him away from the ring of fire, while Haldir shot down an orc who had snuck down from the ground. Aragorn shock legolas gently until he opened his eyes.
"Mellon." Whispered Haldir walking over slowly.
"Leave me. It is my time. My soul fades." Legolas struggled to get it out.
"No! Never! I will never leave a friend behind." Cried Haldir.
"I am no friend." Legolas turned to Aragorn as he said it. And the heir of Gondor knew why it had been said.
"I care naught for what you say Legolas. You are my friend whether you feel you should be or not. I am not going to leave you to the hands of these fell orcs." Aragorn found himself hissing angrily. He was a little hurt about Arwen. But what they had was a dream. And all dreams end.
"Aragorn! Yrch, rhun!" Cried Haldir signalling at a small group of orcs who were falling down into the hole. Aragorn gasped in shock but grabbed his blade and ran into the attacking crowd.
Haldir hesitated casting a glance at Legolas but quickly followed bringing six Orcs down in an instant.
Legolas felt a numb like pain in his hands and feet. His whole body was laced with burns, cuts, bruises and wounds of other sorts. The 'S' carved into his chest had clotted but he felt his arm bleeding and he was pretty sure his head was too. It hurt when he blinked and he tasted blood when he spoke. Why wouldn't they let him die?
He turned over enough to watch Haldir and Aragorn battling roughly with some Orcs. The very sight of the beasts made Legolas think of Saruman, and his whole body ached when he thought of the wizard. He closed his eyes and prayed to Valar that his life would end. This isn't something many elves do. Legolas was in agony as he slipped out of consciousness.
***
Arwen sat on the very edge of her bed. Her grandmother was no comfort and neither was the beauty and splendour of Lothlorien. The thought of both her loved ones dying in the face of Saruman sent a chill down her very soul. How any one person could be so filled with indescribable evil was beyond her. She felt a cold breeze fill the room. She welcomed it happily. She wandered over to her balcony and looked out. The sun was about to set and the view wasn't so good from here. She looked out at the tall trees and got an idea. The flets. She would get an excellent view from there. She turned and quickly fled from the room, her gown billowing out behind her.
***
Aragorn and Haldir helped Legolas back above ground, away from the raging battle and towards Aragorn's horse.
"Aragorn. Your men need you *here*. You must stay and I will take the Prince to Lorien." Cried Haldir over the noise of clashing swords and arrows singing through the air.
"No Haldir. I must see the Evenstar before I return to the battle. I will see that Legolas reaches Galadriel's care safely."
"Be iest lin." Haldir shrugged as he mounted his horse and rode into the battle.
Aragorn looked at Legolas sadly. There was a very small chance that the prince would survive the ride to Lothlorien. It was a while away and it would take great speed to get there and back by nightfall. But this did not discourage Aragorn. He watched as Legolas' head lolled onto his shoulder.
"Legolas. Lasto beth nin." Whispered Aragorn.
***
Arwen sat on the flet and watched into the distance. She felt herself slowly slipping into the dream world. Her eyes still open into the sky. She was awoken by the distant sound of hooves. She looked out and her keen eyes picked up Aragorn riding towards Lothlorien. He rode with...Legolas.
She yelled to the guards to prepare to help an injured elf. They did as they were told immediately.
The dark steed rode up fiercely. Aragorn forced it to stop. The guards and healers helped Legolas from the horse and took him to a chamber. Arwen climbed down from the flet quickly and ran up to Aragorn.
"Melamin." She whispered in his ear. She leaned up to kiss him but he pulled back, much to Arwen's shock.
"No Arwen." He frowned. He watched as her eyes filled with tears. She was hurt. Just as he was.
"What is wrong Estel?"
"You know exactly what is wrong. But only Legolas seems to realise how foolish you both are."
Arwen stood. Frozen in time. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes to hours. Hours to days. He knew. He had known all along. She felt a sob rack her body.
Aragorn watched his betrothed. He slipped the silver ring from her finger and looked at it in his palm. He studied Arwen once more.
"The babe." she said in between sobs.
Aragorn grasped her hands and dropped the ring onto her palm without her knowing. "When your father told me I knew there and then it was not mine. Do not try to fool me Arwen." He stood back and watched her stare sadly at the ring in her palm. "I am not to be fooled with." He bowed his head to Galadriel, mounted his steed and rode off, back to Isenguard, back to the battle.
Legolas felt, somehow, safer. Knowing that help was so close by. He closed his eyes. Pain and weariness racked his body. He faintly heard the Orc's that had been staring at him scramble clumsily out of the hole and above ground. He was alone.
***
Aragorn took down countless numbers of Orcs within seconds, as did Haldir by his side. Aragorn waited before sidling away from the raging battle and running heavy footed down the narrow steps, leading to where Legolas was held. Haldir followed silently behind him only stopping when he felt a flame in his heart glow painfully. He grasped his chest.
"Mellon?" Aragorn approached the elf.
"I am fine. It is Legolas." Haldir explained. "He is fading. He is asking to leave us."
Aragorn did not hesitate any longer and he took the steps two at a time. Rushing towards the tortured elf. He lost his breath and footing, almost falling backwards when he saw the state of Legolas. There was a huge 'S' in the midst of his chest and multiple open wounds and bruises and burns all over his body. He gasped. "What filth could do this to such a noble race?"
"Saruman." Hissed Haldir angrily. He looked at his friend and it hurt him to see the pain. He hastily grabbed an arrow from his quiver and picked the shackles holding Legolas to the now motionless wheel.
The prince fell with a slight thud. Aragorn pulled him away from the ring of fire, while Haldir shot down an orc who had snuck down from the ground. Aragorn shock legolas gently until he opened his eyes.
"Mellon." Whispered Haldir walking over slowly.
"Leave me. It is my time. My soul fades." Legolas struggled to get it out.
"No! Never! I will never leave a friend behind." Cried Haldir.
"I am no friend." Legolas turned to Aragorn as he said it. And the heir of Gondor knew why it had been said.
"I care naught for what you say Legolas. You are my friend whether you feel you should be or not. I am not going to leave you to the hands of these fell orcs." Aragorn found himself hissing angrily. He was a little hurt about Arwen. But what they had was a dream. And all dreams end.
"Aragorn! Yrch, rhun!" Cried Haldir signalling at a small group of orcs who were falling down into the hole. Aragorn gasped in shock but grabbed his blade and ran into the attacking crowd.
Haldir hesitated casting a glance at Legolas but quickly followed bringing six Orcs down in an instant.
Legolas felt a numb like pain in his hands and feet. His whole body was laced with burns, cuts, bruises and wounds of other sorts. The 'S' carved into his chest had clotted but he felt his arm bleeding and he was pretty sure his head was too. It hurt when he blinked and he tasted blood when he spoke. Why wouldn't they let him die?
He turned over enough to watch Haldir and Aragorn battling roughly with some Orcs. The very sight of the beasts made Legolas think of Saruman, and his whole body ached when he thought of the wizard. He closed his eyes and prayed to Valar that his life would end. This isn't something many elves do. Legolas was in agony as he slipped out of consciousness.
***
Arwen sat on the very edge of her bed. Her grandmother was no comfort and neither was the beauty and splendour of Lothlorien. The thought of both her loved ones dying in the face of Saruman sent a chill down her very soul. How any one person could be so filled with indescribable evil was beyond her. She felt a cold breeze fill the room. She welcomed it happily. She wandered over to her balcony and looked out. The sun was about to set and the view wasn't so good from here. She looked out at the tall trees and got an idea. The flets. She would get an excellent view from there. She turned and quickly fled from the room, her gown billowing out behind her.
***
Aragorn and Haldir helped Legolas back above ground, away from the raging battle and towards Aragorn's horse.
"Aragorn. Your men need you *here*. You must stay and I will take the Prince to Lorien." Cried Haldir over the noise of clashing swords and arrows singing through the air.
"No Haldir. I must see the Evenstar before I return to the battle. I will see that Legolas reaches Galadriel's care safely."
"Be iest lin." Haldir shrugged as he mounted his horse and rode into the battle.
Aragorn looked at Legolas sadly. There was a very small chance that the prince would survive the ride to Lothlorien. It was a while away and it would take great speed to get there and back by nightfall. But this did not discourage Aragorn. He watched as Legolas' head lolled onto his shoulder.
"Legolas. Lasto beth nin." Whispered Aragorn.
***
Arwen sat on the flet and watched into the distance. She felt herself slowly slipping into the dream world. Her eyes still open into the sky. She was awoken by the distant sound of hooves. She looked out and her keen eyes picked up Aragorn riding towards Lothlorien. He rode with...Legolas.
She yelled to the guards to prepare to help an injured elf. They did as they were told immediately.
The dark steed rode up fiercely. Aragorn forced it to stop. The guards and healers helped Legolas from the horse and took him to a chamber. Arwen climbed down from the flet quickly and ran up to Aragorn.
"Melamin." She whispered in his ear. She leaned up to kiss him but he pulled back, much to Arwen's shock.
"No Arwen." He frowned. He watched as her eyes filled with tears. She was hurt. Just as he was.
"What is wrong Estel?"
"You know exactly what is wrong. But only Legolas seems to realise how foolish you both are."
Arwen stood. Frozen in time. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes to hours. Hours to days. He knew. He had known all along. She felt a sob rack her body.
Aragorn watched his betrothed. He slipped the silver ring from her finger and looked at it in his palm. He studied Arwen once more.
"The babe." she said in between sobs.
Aragorn grasped her hands and dropped the ring onto her palm without her knowing. "When your father told me I knew there and then it was not mine. Do not try to fool me Arwen." He stood back and watched her stare sadly at the ring in her palm. "I am not to be fooled with." He bowed his head to Galadriel, mounted his steed and rode off, back to Isenguard, back to the battle.