The Trip
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Aragorn ran as fast as his two legs could carry him. He glances behind him to see how Legolas is faring. He is about a dozen feet behind, but gaining fast. Aragorn can now see the gate in the far distance. The second he thinks he might win this race, Legolas frolics, yes frolics, ahead of the Human. "Aha", he mocks as he passes Aragorn.
Legolas reaches the gate first, but Aragorn was not far behind. Legolas looks over at his companion; bent over to catch some much needed breath. "I won", Legolas declares. "It was not fair, you are an Elf." "And you a Human, what of it?" The Man made a gesture to forget about it, "let us get on with our mission." The two went onward, to the south.
It has been several hours since the two had set out on their journey, but have not seen one orc since. They both now rest on the green grass. Aragorn smokes his pipe nonchalantly while Legolas looks around nervously. Aragorn notices this, "what troubles you, Mellon Nin (my friend)?" "I sense something. Something dark… and mysterious." "Hmm", was the only reply that came. "We must press on", Aragorn affirms. He gets up and goes over to help up Legolas.
Two more hours later, and still no orcs. Aragorn is now about ready to head back home." Legolas, I do not think there are not any orcs ar…" Legolas held up a hand to stop the Human from speaking anymore. "Shh, we are being watched". Aragorn looks all around him to try and spot something or someone, but saw nothing that seemed a threat. "Orcs", the Human questioned in a whisper only the Elf could hear. "No, not orcs, something else".
Legolas uses his Elvish ear to try to detect any little noise. Then there it was, the unmistakable whistle of an arrow soaring through the air. He turns towards the sound and almost instantly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looks down to see an arrow protrude out of his chest, having pierced his heart.
Aragorn turns to his friend and sees an arrow jutting out of his chest. They both lock eyes for a moment, and he sees the pain in the Elf's eyes. He looks up to were the arrow had come from and sees a cloaked figure slink out of behind some bushes on top of a hill. The figure looks Aragorn's way and he gets a good look at the culprit's eyes, not cold nor menacing, but almost warm; it scared him.
Aragorn quickly turn his attention to his wounded comrade. He supports him as he begins to fall and slowly lowers him to the ground. He looks at the wound. Blood is flowing swiftly out of the opening. He puts a hand on Legolas's chest for leverage and the other on the shaft of the arrow. Legolas puts a shaky hand on Aragorn's to stop him. "It is no use the arrow has punctured m-my heart."
Legolas takes Aragorn's hand form the shaft into his and places them on his own chest.
"There is some-something I have always wanted to-to tell you", chokes out in an almost inaudible whisper.
Aragorn does not answer, but means in close so that his ear was almost touching Legolas's lips.
"I have… always… loved you." His grip on Aragorn's hand goes limp; he knows that Legolas is now dead. Aragorn kisses him softly on the cheek.
He straightens up to a sitting position and shuts Legolas's eyelids. He pulls the limp body into his lap and cradles him, rocking back and forth. That is how he stayed until night came and he slipped into a restless sleep.
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