A/N: nope, LOTR aint mine.
The only reason Aragorn knew he had woken up was because of the pain. His leg was burning, and he knew the arrows were still in there, althought he couldn't see them. The room around him was pitch black. He couldn't even see his hand when he held it right in front of his face. Silence. Was he here alone?
"Legolas?"
No answer - it seemed he was alone. He put his hand down on the ground, bracing himself as he tried to stand, then suddenly thought better of it. Hoping the arrows weren't poisoned, he carefully tried to get them out. The first one was quite easy to get out - it wasn't lodged too deeply, although the pain caused his world to blur and spin for a few seconds. He moved onto the second one. He also soon thought better of that. It was too deep, and wasn't coming out unless he had help, which didn't seem very likely at the moment.
Aragorn shifted back until he could feel the solid stone wall behind him, ignoring the fresh jolts of pain in his leg. He was beginning to think that there must have been something to taint the arrows, as the slightest movement (which was hard in itself) caused his head to spin wildly and his vision to blur.
Leaning back against the wall, the one thing in the room which refused to shift positions while the rest of the room spun wildly, he tried to remember what had happened. He knew that they had been surrounded by orcs, and then Legolas had been given that ring, that matched the one he had carried hidden with him. They had followed the orcs, but there was a fight, and they were outnumbered. It was at that point that he remembered what had happened to Legolas. When the arrows had hit him, his cry distracted the elf, and the orcs had simply swarmed at him, easily overpowering him. Moments later, the same had happened to him.
The last thing he remembered was losing sight of his friend and a blow to his cheek. He reached up and touched his face. Although he couldn't see it, he knew there was a nasty bruise there, be could feel it beneath his fingers.
There was a noise which seemed defeaning after the silence that preceded it, and the door, which he had been sitting right beside, creaked open. Two orcs entrered, carrying brightly burning torches.
Again, the light seemed blinding after the total darkness that came before it. As his eyes got used to the light, Aragorn realised he was in a solidly constructed 10 foot square stone room. The door was solid wood.
Behind the orcs, Legolas came in and stood in front of him. He looked remarkably unhurt, but there was something in his expression that made Aragorn suspicious.
"Legolas?"
There was no reply, but the elf simply struck him hard across the face.
REVIEWS PLEASE!
The only reason Aragorn knew he had woken up was because of the pain. His leg was burning, and he knew the arrows were still in there, althought he couldn't see them. The room around him was pitch black. He couldn't even see his hand when he held it right in front of his face. Silence. Was he here alone?
"Legolas?"
No answer - it seemed he was alone. He put his hand down on the ground, bracing himself as he tried to stand, then suddenly thought better of it. Hoping the arrows weren't poisoned, he carefully tried to get them out. The first one was quite easy to get out - it wasn't lodged too deeply, although the pain caused his world to blur and spin for a few seconds. He moved onto the second one. He also soon thought better of that. It was too deep, and wasn't coming out unless he had help, which didn't seem very likely at the moment.
Aragorn shifted back until he could feel the solid stone wall behind him, ignoring the fresh jolts of pain in his leg. He was beginning to think that there must have been something to taint the arrows, as the slightest movement (which was hard in itself) caused his head to spin wildly and his vision to blur.
Leaning back against the wall, the one thing in the room which refused to shift positions while the rest of the room spun wildly, he tried to remember what had happened. He knew that they had been surrounded by orcs, and then Legolas had been given that ring, that matched the one he had carried hidden with him. They had followed the orcs, but there was a fight, and they were outnumbered. It was at that point that he remembered what had happened to Legolas. When the arrows had hit him, his cry distracted the elf, and the orcs had simply swarmed at him, easily overpowering him. Moments later, the same had happened to him.
The last thing he remembered was losing sight of his friend and a blow to his cheek. He reached up and touched his face. Although he couldn't see it, he knew there was a nasty bruise there, be could feel it beneath his fingers.
There was a noise which seemed defeaning after the silence that preceded it, and the door, which he had been sitting right beside, creaked open. Two orcs entrered, carrying brightly burning torches.
Again, the light seemed blinding after the total darkness that came before it. As his eyes got used to the light, Aragorn realised he was in a solidly constructed 10 foot square stone room. The door was solid wood.
Behind the orcs, Legolas came in and stood in front of him. He looked remarkably unhurt, but there was something in his expression that made Aragorn suspicious.
"Legolas?"
There was no reply, but the elf simply struck him hard across the face.
REVIEWS PLEASE!