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Ch 3 Healing
Aragorn tried to take his mind off the fact his lover was dying and tried to concentrate on stopping blood from seeping from Legolas' side. He applied pressure and felt Legolas tense his body slightly although no sound came from his lips. He lay completely still and allowed Aragorn to help him. However, he also knew that if he could stand they could reach Rivendell far faster. He thought about proposing this to Aragorn but the man was obviously too involved in what he was doing to be disturbed.
The only thing Aragorn could see was the wound on Legolas' side and helping his friend was the only thing that mattered to him and all thoughts of Rivendell were in the back of his mind. He wasn't even thinking about what his father would say about their late arrival and the injury to Legolas.
Eventually the blood stopped spilling from the wound and Aragorn was able to release some of the pressure. He could both see and feel Legolas' body relax. He had been concentrating so much on stopping the bleeding that he had almost forgotten that Legolas was suffering so much. Aragorn wanted to do something for him but he knew it would be dangerous to release the pressure from the wound.
"I'll give you something to help with the pain soon. I just need to make sure this had stopped bleeding completely. Do you understand?"
Legolas nodded and for the first time he realised that his head felt light. For a moment he considered telling Aragorn but didn't want to trouble him by telling the man things that he obviously couldn't fix. After all he felt guilty enough for being so weak. He wished he knew a way of helping Aragorn but he knew if he tried to sit up he would probably make things more difficult. He kept quiet and tried to keep still. Although he was in a considerable amount of pain he did not cry out, he knew that Aragorn was doing all he could to help him and he trusted him.
Aragorn was at last satisfied that the bleeding had stopped. He grabbed a bandage from his pack and quickly put it on Legolas. Immediately Legolas felt a little better and some of the pain that Aragorn's pressure had caused was lifted. He sighed with relief and Aragorn didn't need to ask what for. He leaned forwards so Legolas could see his face, and his bloodied hands.
"The bleeding has stopped. I'm going to make you a tea. It will help with the pain."
"I'm alright." Legolas said weakly.
Aragorn smiled at his friend and placed a hand on his shoulder. He went to prepare the tea much as he had done the night before. Even though Legolas insisted that he was alright he said nothing as Aragorn mixed aromatic herbs with warm water. Just the smell of it made the Elf feel better. He saw Aragorn smile at him when he noticed Aragorn's reaction. Aragorn quickly finished and brought the cup over to Legolas.
"Drink this. It'll make you feel better and it'll help heal the wound. It may make you a little drowsy though." Legolas nodded trusting the man completely.
He drank all the tea and immediately felt a little more relaxed. The pain quickly began to subside until it was nothing but a dull ache with the occasional sharp stabbing pain. Legolas closed his eyes slightly but not through sleep, just rest. He knew that Aragorn was soon going to inform him that they would have to leave for Rivendell. It was times like this that he wished he had insisted that they bring the horses. Aragorn had insisted that it would not be a true hunting trip if they took horses.
Even Aragorn was now wishing he had listened to Legolas. He knew that Legolas would walk as far as needed without complaining but he also knew that too much walking would tire Legolas out as well as aggravating the wound more and Aragorn was sure that would not be good for Legolas. There was also the problem that even though Legolas was determined he might not be able to walk the fairly long walk to Rivendell.
They waited for a while whilst the true effects of the tea got to work. Legolas was looking more relaxed but was clearly still in pain.
Aragorn knew they had to make the most of the light. Orcs did patrol during the day but they appeared to be far more aggressive during the night hours. Aragorn was sure that Legolas could not fight and Aragorn could not win against a gang of Orcs. He needed the skill of the best archer in Middle Earth. There was no way he could defeat a band of heavily armed Orcs on his own. Aragorn decided that even though Legolas may struggle they needed to make the most of the daylight they had left. It was still early morning but Aragorn knew dusk would come too quickly.
He began packing up their things. He erased every trace that anyone had ever been there. This only took five minutes and soon they were ready to leave. Legolas was still on the verge of sleep from the tea provided by Aragorn. Aragorn would have loved to have left the blond Prince to sleep but time was running short and he knew they needed to leave and get to Rivendell. He leaned over Legolas and gently shook his shoulder to wake him.
"Come my friend, we must leave. We will use the cover of sunlight to avoid the Orcs."
"Yes, just one more minute." Legolas replied sleepily.
"No, we must leave now. The sooner we leave the sooner we will reach Imladris. I know you want to sleep and forgive me my love for giving you something to make you feel so." Aragorn apologised.
Legolas waited for a while before opening his pain-filled eyes and looking into Aragorn's stormy grey ones. The look of exhaustion and pain in Legolas' eyes made Aragorn regret waking him up. He realised that by closing his eyes Legolas could concentrate on ignoring the pain but when forced away from that peace it all came flooding back. Legolas' paleness instantly created the ghostly image of the beautiful Elf.
"Forgive me my friend." Whispered Aragorn hoping Legolas wouldn't hear but from the look of sympathy on the Elf's face he knew he hadn't succeeded.
Aragorn helped Legolas sit up although he was persuaded by Legolas that he needed no help. The Elf sat up unsteadily and immediately felt his head spinning; he forced his mind to control his body and cleared the dizziness from his head. Aragorn was watching this and had to use all his will power not to help Legolas. Even so he held one hand slightly away from the Elf's back ready to catch him should he falter.
"I'm alright." Legolas assured Aragorn as if reading his thoughts. He smiled weakly and managed to get to his knees. He then tried to stand up. Aragorn was amazed that he succeeded first time. He had tried to suppress a grunt of pain but had not been successful. Aragorn felt sorry for him but he knew the Elf wouldn't ask for help or want any.
Legolas stood up straight and tried to stretch as if testing his ability. He quickly bent back over when he felt the sharp stabbing pain in his side increase. Aragorn was instantly at his side to help him. Legolas did not object when Aragorn held his arm tightly around his waist for support. He felt so much more secure with Aragorn near him but he was still determined to walk on his own. He knew that Aragorn was tired and already had several things to carry. He was carrying Legolas' pack as well as his own.
Legolas didn't want that, he had always been independent and that wasn't going to stop just because he had had a slight accident. He straightened himself proudly and glanced around at the trees. He instantly felt safe once more. A barely noticeable smile appeared on his face. Aragorn noticed it but thought he had better not mention it. Legolas leaned on Aragorn for support but soon felt the dizziness fade and was able to stand on his own. He nodded at Aragorn who released his tight grip on Legolas' waist. Legolas swayed for a moment but was soon steady. A slight twinge of colour came back to his cheeks. He now stood confidently and blankly. If it wasn't for the bloodstain on his green tunic a passer-by wouldn't know anything was wrong.
Aragorn picked up Legolas' pack and was about to sling it over his shoulder when he felt Legolas touch his arm. At first he thought something was wrong but he was corrected when Legolas held his hand out to accept the pack.
"Perhaps I should carry this, you need to keep up your strength." Aragorn said.
Legolas shot a warning look at him and it instantly changed his mind. He looked at Legolas, quickly assessing whether he should. Finally he nodded and handed Legolas his pack. Legolas swung it over his shoulder as if everything was normal.
"Shall we leave?" He asked, his voice cheerful despite his discomfort. Aragorn merely nodded and walked through the trees. He knew it would be more difficult this way but he wanted to stay as far away from any paths as he could through fear of running into Orcs.
Legolas had agreed to this and seemed to be pleased that they got to spend some time amongst the trees. As they entered the wooded area Legolas seemed to relax even more. He appeared to be listening to the wind through the trees. Every now and then he would cock his head to one side and listen to something. This was a reaction that Aragorn loved to watch and found very attractive about the Elf.
He found himself being mesmerised by him. It was hard for the man to take his eyes off the Elf. Even in his weakened state Legolas was gracefully moving through the woods. Some parts of the wood that had once been tangled seemed to part to make it easier for Legolas to get through. Aragorn walked behind Legolas as the Elf had more experience in the forests than him. Aragorn also knew he could keep a watchful eye on Legolas from behind without him knowing, however, Legolas could sense that Aragorn was surveying him. He forced himself not to turn around and confront the man.
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A/N: Please review. Please. I would really like to know what you guys think about it. If you have any questions I can try and answer them.
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Ch 3 Healing
Aragorn tried to take his mind off the fact his lover was dying and tried to concentrate on stopping blood from seeping from Legolas' side. He applied pressure and felt Legolas tense his body slightly although no sound came from his lips. He lay completely still and allowed Aragorn to help him. However, he also knew that if he could stand they could reach Rivendell far faster. He thought about proposing this to Aragorn but the man was obviously too involved in what he was doing to be disturbed.
The only thing Aragorn could see was the wound on Legolas' side and helping his friend was the only thing that mattered to him and all thoughts of Rivendell were in the back of his mind. He wasn't even thinking about what his father would say about their late arrival and the injury to Legolas.
Eventually the blood stopped spilling from the wound and Aragorn was able to release some of the pressure. He could both see and feel Legolas' body relax. He had been concentrating so much on stopping the bleeding that he had almost forgotten that Legolas was suffering so much. Aragorn wanted to do something for him but he knew it would be dangerous to release the pressure from the wound.
"I'll give you something to help with the pain soon. I just need to make sure this had stopped bleeding completely. Do you understand?"
Legolas nodded and for the first time he realised that his head felt light. For a moment he considered telling Aragorn but didn't want to trouble him by telling the man things that he obviously couldn't fix. After all he felt guilty enough for being so weak. He wished he knew a way of helping Aragorn but he knew if he tried to sit up he would probably make things more difficult. He kept quiet and tried to keep still. Although he was in a considerable amount of pain he did not cry out, he knew that Aragorn was doing all he could to help him and he trusted him.
Aragorn was at last satisfied that the bleeding had stopped. He grabbed a bandage from his pack and quickly put it on Legolas. Immediately Legolas felt a little better and some of the pain that Aragorn's pressure had caused was lifted. He sighed with relief and Aragorn didn't need to ask what for. He leaned forwards so Legolas could see his face, and his bloodied hands.
"The bleeding has stopped. I'm going to make you a tea. It will help with the pain."
"I'm alright." Legolas said weakly.
Aragorn smiled at his friend and placed a hand on his shoulder. He went to prepare the tea much as he had done the night before. Even though Legolas insisted that he was alright he said nothing as Aragorn mixed aromatic herbs with warm water. Just the smell of it made the Elf feel better. He saw Aragorn smile at him when he noticed Aragorn's reaction. Aragorn quickly finished and brought the cup over to Legolas.
"Drink this. It'll make you feel better and it'll help heal the wound. It may make you a little drowsy though." Legolas nodded trusting the man completely.
He drank all the tea and immediately felt a little more relaxed. The pain quickly began to subside until it was nothing but a dull ache with the occasional sharp stabbing pain. Legolas closed his eyes slightly but not through sleep, just rest. He knew that Aragorn was soon going to inform him that they would have to leave for Rivendell. It was times like this that he wished he had insisted that they bring the horses. Aragorn had insisted that it would not be a true hunting trip if they took horses.
Even Aragorn was now wishing he had listened to Legolas. He knew that Legolas would walk as far as needed without complaining but he also knew that too much walking would tire Legolas out as well as aggravating the wound more and Aragorn was sure that would not be good for Legolas. There was also the problem that even though Legolas was determined he might not be able to walk the fairly long walk to Rivendell.
They waited for a while whilst the true effects of the tea got to work. Legolas was looking more relaxed but was clearly still in pain.
Aragorn knew they had to make the most of the light. Orcs did patrol during the day but they appeared to be far more aggressive during the night hours. Aragorn was sure that Legolas could not fight and Aragorn could not win against a gang of Orcs. He needed the skill of the best archer in Middle Earth. There was no way he could defeat a band of heavily armed Orcs on his own. Aragorn decided that even though Legolas may struggle they needed to make the most of the daylight they had left. It was still early morning but Aragorn knew dusk would come too quickly.
He began packing up their things. He erased every trace that anyone had ever been there. This only took five minutes and soon they were ready to leave. Legolas was still on the verge of sleep from the tea provided by Aragorn. Aragorn would have loved to have left the blond Prince to sleep but time was running short and he knew they needed to leave and get to Rivendell. He leaned over Legolas and gently shook his shoulder to wake him.
"Come my friend, we must leave. We will use the cover of sunlight to avoid the Orcs."
"Yes, just one more minute." Legolas replied sleepily.
"No, we must leave now. The sooner we leave the sooner we will reach Imladris. I know you want to sleep and forgive me my love for giving you something to make you feel so." Aragorn apologised.
Legolas waited for a while before opening his pain-filled eyes and looking into Aragorn's stormy grey ones. The look of exhaustion and pain in Legolas' eyes made Aragorn regret waking him up. He realised that by closing his eyes Legolas could concentrate on ignoring the pain but when forced away from that peace it all came flooding back. Legolas' paleness instantly created the ghostly image of the beautiful Elf.
"Forgive me my friend." Whispered Aragorn hoping Legolas wouldn't hear but from the look of sympathy on the Elf's face he knew he hadn't succeeded.
Aragorn helped Legolas sit up although he was persuaded by Legolas that he needed no help. The Elf sat up unsteadily and immediately felt his head spinning; he forced his mind to control his body and cleared the dizziness from his head. Aragorn was watching this and had to use all his will power not to help Legolas. Even so he held one hand slightly away from the Elf's back ready to catch him should he falter.
"I'm alright." Legolas assured Aragorn as if reading his thoughts. He smiled weakly and managed to get to his knees. He then tried to stand up. Aragorn was amazed that he succeeded first time. He had tried to suppress a grunt of pain but had not been successful. Aragorn felt sorry for him but he knew the Elf wouldn't ask for help or want any.
Legolas stood up straight and tried to stretch as if testing his ability. He quickly bent back over when he felt the sharp stabbing pain in his side increase. Aragorn was instantly at his side to help him. Legolas did not object when Aragorn held his arm tightly around his waist for support. He felt so much more secure with Aragorn near him but he was still determined to walk on his own. He knew that Aragorn was tired and already had several things to carry. He was carrying Legolas' pack as well as his own.
Legolas didn't want that, he had always been independent and that wasn't going to stop just because he had had a slight accident. He straightened himself proudly and glanced around at the trees. He instantly felt safe once more. A barely noticeable smile appeared on his face. Aragorn noticed it but thought he had better not mention it. Legolas leaned on Aragorn for support but soon felt the dizziness fade and was able to stand on his own. He nodded at Aragorn who released his tight grip on Legolas' waist. Legolas swayed for a moment but was soon steady. A slight twinge of colour came back to his cheeks. He now stood confidently and blankly. If it wasn't for the bloodstain on his green tunic a passer-by wouldn't know anything was wrong.
Aragorn picked up Legolas' pack and was about to sling it over his shoulder when he felt Legolas touch his arm. At first he thought something was wrong but he was corrected when Legolas held his hand out to accept the pack.
"Perhaps I should carry this, you need to keep up your strength." Aragorn said.
Legolas shot a warning look at him and it instantly changed his mind. He looked at Legolas, quickly assessing whether he should. Finally he nodded and handed Legolas his pack. Legolas swung it over his shoulder as if everything was normal.
"Shall we leave?" He asked, his voice cheerful despite his discomfort. Aragorn merely nodded and walked through the trees. He knew it would be more difficult this way but he wanted to stay as far away from any paths as he could through fear of running into Orcs.
Legolas had agreed to this and seemed to be pleased that they got to spend some time amongst the trees. As they entered the wooded area Legolas seemed to relax even more. He appeared to be listening to the wind through the trees. Every now and then he would cock his head to one side and listen to something. This was a reaction that Aragorn loved to watch and found very attractive about the Elf.
He found himself being mesmerised by him. It was hard for the man to take his eyes off the Elf. Even in his weakened state Legolas was gracefully moving through the woods. Some parts of the wood that had once been tangled seemed to part to make it easier for Legolas to get through. Aragorn walked behind Legolas as the Elf had more experience in the forests than him. Aragorn also knew he could keep a watchful eye on Legolas from behind without him knowing, however, Legolas could sense that Aragorn was surveying him. He forced himself not to turn around and confront the man.
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