Disclaimer: *staggers in with a funny looking hat with a cool fuzzy feather on it* WOOOHHHHOOOOOO stuff this I own PotC *some random person snatches hat off head*
ahhhh, gutted. :( Oh well, back to this. Hehe I don't think I own Lord of the Rings.....I'll have to look at the list of things I own.
*looks at list*
my cell phone.....my Blindspott CD.....Nope, not on there
And thanks to the AWESOME 3 people who reviewed me last time, *hugs* thanks so much
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Elondrir shouldered his bow as he paused at a halt in the trail he was following. He looked around at the surrounding forest, but there was no sign that either of his two brothers had passed where he stood. He wandered shortly from his track, and knelt to the ground when his sharp eyes picked out the red of blood against the green of the grass. Lowering his hand, and intending to pick a few blades, the sticky red substance came off on his hands. Frowning he raised it to his nose- it was fresh, and it was Legolas'.
Elondrir sighed slightly, and looked around, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the area for spiders, and their webs. Frowning when he didn't see any, he searched closer, but couldn't even see a trace of the man-sized beasts. It was odd, to say the least, but he was far to worried for Legolas to bother with such things, and he dismissed the thought.
All of a sudden, the trail was clear to him once again, and he stood, wiping his bloodied hand on his tunic. The elf let the bow slide to his elbow, and then his hand, and he set off at a swift pace yet again, over exerting his sharp senses once again as he dissapeared again within the depths of the shadowy forest.
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Legolas groaned weakly where he lay, exhausted and injured, across his brothers shoulder. Every time the older Elf moved, no matter how light his step, Legolas' injuries were jarred about, causing him more, and more pain. His head was literally swimming, and he tried to move, but couldn't- his wounds hurt him too much. His mind wandered from the pain, and he drifted slowly, thinking about Aelon, and Saali, hoping that both were safe, and hopefully resting in more peace than himself.
It barely registered when Theomir stopped completely, but when Legolas felt himself being lay very carefully on the ground, something soft being tucked beneath his head, he slowly realised that he was no longer being carried. As he slowly became more coherant, the pain flooded back to him. It was near unbearable in his side, and his shoulder- he could feel the arrow shaft embedded in his body in both places. His right arm felt completely numb except for what he could only describe as a dull, but constant ache, compared to the arrow wounds. His chest felt heavy, and he knew that most of his ribs were broken, or shattered by the difficulty in breathing he was experiencing.
He frowned a little as he looked up at his brother with half glazed eyes, and tried to focus on him, with no avail.
"Theomir, is Aelon and Saali...., are they alright?" He choked out weakly.
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"Theomir, is Aelon and Saali...., are they alright?"
Theomir snapped to attention at these words, looking Legolas over fully, and slowly taking in the sight of his badly wounded brother, in his own time.
"Aelon and Saali are fine. Worried sick about you, but otherwise alright," he said evenly, as he analysed the injuries.
He started at Legolas' head. Apart from a couple of bruises, some dirt, and a small cut on the pale skin, he was otherwise okay. Feeling a little relieved, he moved down a little. His neck was okay too, except for bruising that completely encircled his neck, suggesting he had been strangled for a time. His shoulder was by far the worst. With two quick movements of his knife, Theomir carefully pulled away the front of the elven tunic, and set it aside, leaving the worst injuries exposed.
Sighing, Theomir forced himself to start, once again, this time at the shoulder. He took note of the rugged, painful cut that ran up the back of the younger elf's arm, and the odd, limp way the arm lay. He assessed it as broken, and moved onto the arrow wound on the other shoulder, gently probing it. He cursed when he saw deep bruising and blood caked around the opening, seeing that it had snapped. Gently pressing a cloth to the still bleeding wound, Legolas groaned softly in his throat, and lay his head to the side, closing his eyes.
"I am sorry," Theomir said gently, leaving the cloth there, and examining the rest of the damage. His ribs were most notable, covered with sickening blue, black, and purple bruising, and his breathing was noticibly constricted. Below, he could see the other arrow wound, this one not quite as bad. Part of the shaft was still clear of the wound, and would be easy to remove. He set down his small pack, and gathered his supplies. Seeing that his brother was now unconscious, he quickly set about hiding the place from sight, leaving to collect some water, so he could set about healing Legolas.
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When Elondrir finally stepped through the small, almost hidden entrance, to what he could only describe as a 'burrow', he sighed sadly, yet in relief. Theomir was carefully washing and binding the wounds on Legolas' shoulder and side, his face expressionless, yet pale, and the Oldest Elf didn't turn to greet him.
"Is he okay?" Elondrir knelt down silently, and helped Theomir hold their brother upright so he could bind up his mid section. Still silent, Theomir deftly wrapped the bandages, and then tucked the ends up, and then motioned to him to lay the younger elf down.
Elondrir did so, pulling his cloak up over the unconscious elf to cover him, and Theomir wiped the blood from Legolas' face. When he finished, he looked up at Elondrir, his face grim, and his eyes flashing with worry.
"Elondrir, ..................I do not think........" His voice cracked a little, and then he sighed, shaking his head.
"I do not think I should stay in here for much longer.......Do you mind if I keep the first watch?" He asked.
Elondrir nodded understandingly.
"I will stay in here with Legolas, you find Aragorn, and bring him back here to us," he said gently, and evenly, watching as the older elf dissapeared.
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Meh, im not really into writing LotR fics at the mo, lol, only just came back from watching Pirates of the Caribbean and I am all confuzzled. Hehe. Im hoping this chapter is a tad longer than the last, OMG because they are too short.
Feedback much appreciated, so R/R please guys, no flames, ladida and bobs your uncle.