Title: Duty of the Heart
Chapter Title: Miracles 6/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: Yup, it's still rated R. Drat those moments of insanity where our insane minds take over and we just write lots and lots of torture.....
Disclaimer: Yes, we have bought them from Tolkien Enterprises! WE NOW OWN THEM! WOOHOO! THEY'RE ALL OURS! TO LOVE, AND TORTURE, AND HOLD, AND PET, AND BE OUR VERY BEST FRIENDS! Na, just kidding. We don't own'em, but we're going to do all that stuff anyway....
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
Chapter Six
A part of Legolas died when he saw the expression of utter shock and surprise on Aragorn's face when the arrow slammed into the man's chest. Immediately after the man's fall, the orcs charge in the clearing. But, Legolas was ready for them.
Without even thinking twice, he took out his twins knives and stood there ready for anything, pure hatred flashing in his eyes. There was at least twenty orcs, but none of them got past him, he was protecting Aragorn with the ferocity of a dragon. The orcs even seemed to cower before him, for he was not killing them, he was mutilating them. But, it was not his actions that they feared, it was his eyes. His eyes, which were blue like the sky of a beautiful summer day, were now pitch black. All of his emotions, his feeling of helplessness towards his captivity, he had let take over him. Now he stood, bathed in orcs' blood, all of them lying dead around him. He stood there for a minute at least, thoughts of annihilation of one particular species passing through his mind. Then he look at Aragorn and his heart melted.
"Mellon nin, I'm here now, I will make you better." He said through his tears when he reached Aragorn.
Then he got to work, he did everything he could for him. Fortunately, the arrow was more towards the shoulder, so he could remove it without injuring him further. After having stopped the bleeding, treating the wound and bandaging it, Aragorn woke up.
"It hurts Legolas."
"I know mellon nin, tell me where so I can help you."
"There is nothing you can do for me Legolas, I just hurt too much. Just let me go."
"NEVER!" Legolas yelled. "Aragorn, you are the reason I managed to live through what happen to us. I will not stand by and watch you give up. I WILL NOT. If you die, I die. I could not live without you, not with the knowledge that I failed you. I should have heard them coming, it's all my fault." Aragorn was about to say something, but Legolas didn't let him. "I know, it wasn't my fault, but I still feel responsible. But, all of that aside, if you leave me, who will help me annoy the twins." A small grin appeared on both their faces at that.
Aragorn's grin didn't last long, for a powerful wave of pain pass through him and he fell unconscious. Legolas got alarmed at this and immediately checked his pulse. Feeling one, he relaxed a little, and begun to weep. His head jerked up when he heard a soft moan of pain, but it was not coming from Aragorn, so it could only be...
"THOMAS" He yelled running to the grave of the little boy.
When he reached it, he looked down and saw the boy. He was wide awake, all of his featured were etched in pain, but he was definitely alive.
Legolas bent down and carefully bring him up and lie him down. It was fortunate that they had not removed the arrow, for the boy will have bled to death. After doing what he could for the boy, he gave him a sleeping draught and stood watch before his two sleeping friends. He didn't even give a thought about how it was possible that the boy was still alive, he was and it was what mattered.
Aragorn awoke a few minutes later, the pain having died down a notch. Sitting up, he noticed Thomas lying on the ground.
"Legolas..what...." Aragorn's brow furrowed.
"He's alive, Aragorn. He's alive!"
Aragorn smiled in relief, guilt donning his features as he realized he was going to bury the boy while he was still breathing.
"We have to get him to your father, or he will not last long though. We do not have the skills or supplies to treat him."
Aragorn nodded, then slowly and painfully stood up. The world spun around him, trees earth becoming a blur. He shook his head to clear it, and after a few moments everything stopped. Looking at the arrow that had pierced him, Aragorn sighed. Legolas hadn't noticed it, but there was an inky blackness coating the tip of it. Poison.
He decided to keep that bit of information to himself. Legolas already had enough to deal with at the moment, with his injuries, and Thomas' near death. If Aragorn guessed right, the poison was a slow acting one, and wouldn't really take effect until three days from now. That was just enough time for them to get to Rivendell. Or close enough that Legolas could take Thomas for the last leg of the journey.
Aragorn shook his head, and thought, 'Either way, this will not stop me from getting Thomas to my father. I won't fail again.'
As soon as Legolas was ready, Aragorn reached down and slowly picked Thomas up. The elf couldn't, as his hands had been smashed up very badly. Not to mention the battle not too long ago, which had only worsened them.
The pain in his hands tripled when supporting the weight of the boy, but Aragorn gritted his teeth. Steeling his jaw, he set off, praying to the Valar that nothing else came between them and Rivendell.
If something did.......Aragorn didn't know how they would survive.
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They had been traveling for two days straight, only stopping to check on their injuries and take small meals. They had just taken what would be their last rest, for they were now only a few hours away from Rivendell. They were both exhausted beyond limits, but their determination drove them onward. None of them wanted to fail the boy again.
They had been walking for a few minutes when Legolas stopped abruptly.
"What is wrong, mellon nin?" Aragorn asked worried.
"The trees, they speak of danger." He paused, stretching his ear to hear what they were talking about, then added, "ORCS, orcs are coming our way!"
When Aragorn was about to put the boy down, Legolas said,
"No, take the boy and leave, NOW!" Aragorn reluctantly accepted after promising that he would send help.
Aragorn took a last glance at his friend before he left, and what he saw made him shudder. Legolas stood there, ready for anything, and at that moment, he looked just like the mighty warrior that he was. Then, after sending a prayer to the Valar to keep his friend safe, he began to run towards Rivendell.
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Aragorn gasped, pushing his legs faster. He could hear a few Orcs behind him, but quickly lost them in the brush. His blood rushed through his veins, and he could hear the beat of his heart. Sweat poured down his face and back, drenching him. The poison was being pumped faster through his body, making him lightheaded.
He wouldn't give up. Not when he was so close. The world slowly began tilting around him and he stumbled slightly, grasping Thomas against his chest tighter. Most of his wounds had open up again, and were bleeding freely.
His vision began darkening at the edges, and he pumped his legs even faster. He had to get Thomas to safety, before his body gave out on him.
'Almost there,' he told himself. He could hear the water of the river rushing, and could see the outline of Imladris. 'Almost home.'
After what seemed like an eternity, Aragorn ran through the gates and into the courtyard in front of Elrond's house. He tried to go faster, but much to his dismay, his legs refused to work.
Elrond quickly ran out the door, followed closely by Elladan and Elrohir.
"Legolas...alone.....Orcs............" Aragorn got no further, as his eyes rolled up in the back of his head, and he fell to the ground, Thomas landing on top of him.
"Valar no." Elrond rushed to his foster son.
"Elladan, Elrohir, go find Legolas. I fear he may be in great danger. I'll look after Aragorn."
The twins nodded, and took off to the stables. Elrond called out for Glorfindel, who quickly appeared. Glorfindel gently took Thomas, and Elrond picked up Aragorn.
Elrond only hoped he was fast enough to save both Aragorn and Thomas, and that Legolas was still alive.
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THERE! Finally a chapter without a cliffie.
*pause*
Oh shit.
Nevermind.....................
*Karine and Trin jump on the Kick-Ass-Twins-Of-Hells backs and piggyback ride all the way to another galaxy*
Reviews! -
Elf-Formally-Known-as-Legolas ~ *slowly back away* You're worse then us LMAO.
Gwyn ~ WOW, first time someone told me that they like my cliffie *bow* Thanks for the compliment, hope I didn't deceive you here *cackle*
Goblz ~ SEE, HE'S NOT DEAD, I would like to point to you sparx that we are not THAT EVIL =P *look at all the cliffie* well............maybe..........but that is not the point =P AND SEE everything is better, well sort off *cackle*
TBC.......
Chapter Title: Miracles 6/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: Yup, it's still rated R. Drat those moments of insanity where our insane minds take over and we just write lots and lots of torture.....
Disclaimer: Yes, we have bought them from Tolkien Enterprises! WE NOW OWN THEM! WOOHOO! THEY'RE ALL OURS! TO LOVE, AND TORTURE, AND HOLD, AND PET, AND BE OUR VERY BEST FRIENDS! Na, just kidding. We don't own'em, but we're going to do all that stuff anyway....
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
Chapter Six
A part of Legolas died when he saw the expression of utter shock and surprise on Aragorn's face when the arrow slammed into the man's chest. Immediately after the man's fall, the orcs charge in the clearing. But, Legolas was ready for them.
Without even thinking twice, he took out his twins knives and stood there ready for anything, pure hatred flashing in his eyes. There was at least twenty orcs, but none of them got past him, he was protecting Aragorn with the ferocity of a dragon. The orcs even seemed to cower before him, for he was not killing them, he was mutilating them. But, it was not his actions that they feared, it was his eyes. His eyes, which were blue like the sky of a beautiful summer day, were now pitch black. All of his emotions, his feeling of helplessness towards his captivity, he had let take over him. Now he stood, bathed in orcs' blood, all of them lying dead around him. He stood there for a minute at least, thoughts of annihilation of one particular species passing through his mind. Then he look at Aragorn and his heart melted.
"Mellon nin, I'm here now, I will make you better." He said through his tears when he reached Aragorn.
Then he got to work, he did everything he could for him. Fortunately, the arrow was more towards the shoulder, so he could remove it without injuring him further. After having stopped the bleeding, treating the wound and bandaging it, Aragorn woke up.
"It hurts Legolas."
"I know mellon nin, tell me where so I can help you."
"There is nothing you can do for me Legolas, I just hurt too much. Just let me go."
"NEVER!" Legolas yelled. "Aragorn, you are the reason I managed to live through what happen to us. I will not stand by and watch you give up. I WILL NOT. If you die, I die. I could not live without you, not with the knowledge that I failed you. I should have heard them coming, it's all my fault." Aragorn was about to say something, but Legolas didn't let him. "I know, it wasn't my fault, but I still feel responsible. But, all of that aside, if you leave me, who will help me annoy the twins." A small grin appeared on both their faces at that.
Aragorn's grin didn't last long, for a powerful wave of pain pass through him and he fell unconscious. Legolas got alarmed at this and immediately checked his pulse. Feeling one, he relaxed a little, and begun to weep. His head jerked up when he heard a soft moan of pain, but it was not coming from Aragorn, so it could only be...
"THOMAS" He yelled running to the grave of the little boy.
When he reached it, he looked down and saw the boy. He was wide awake, all of his featured were etched in pain, but he was definitely alive.
Legolas bent down and carefully bring him up and lie him down. It was fortunate that they had not removed the arrow, for the boy will have bled to death. After doing what he could for the boy, he gave him a sleeping draught and stood watch before his two sleeping friends. He didn't even give a thought about how it was possible that the boy was still alive, he was and it was what mattered.
Aragorn awoke a few minutes later, the pain having died down a notch. Sitting up, he noticed Thomas lying on the ground.
"Legolas..what...." Aragorn's brow furrowed.
"He's alive, Aragorn. He's alive!"
Aragorn smiled in relief, guilt donning his features as he realized he was going to bury the boy while he was still breathing.
"We have to get him to your father, or he will not last long though. We do not have the skills or supplies to treat him."
Aragorn nodded, then slowly and painfully stood up. The world spun around him, trees earth becoming a blur. He shook his head to clear it, and after a few moments everything stopped. Looking at the arrow that had pierced him, Aragorn sighed. Legolas hadn't noticed it, but there was an inky blackness coating the tip of it. Poison.
He decided to keep that bit of information to himself. Legolas already had enough to deal with at the moment, with his injuries, and Thomas' near death. If Aragorn guessed right, the poison was a slow acting one, and wouldn't really take effect until three days from now. That was just enough time for them to get to Rivendell. Or close enough that Legolas could take Thomas for the last leg of the journey.
Aragorn shook his head, and thought, 'Either way, this will not stop me from getting Thomas to my father. I won't fail again.'
As soon as Legolas was ready, Aragorn reached down and slowly picked Thomas up. The elf couldn't, as his hands had been smashed up very badly. Not to mention the battle not too long ago, which had only worsened them.
The pain in his hands tripled when supporting the weight of the boy, but Aragorn gritted his teeth. Steeling his jaw, he set off, praying to the Valar that nothing else came between them and Rivendell.
If something did.......Aragorn didn't know how they would survive.
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They had been traveling for two days straight, only stopping to check on their injuries and take small meals. They had just taken what would be their last rest, for they were now only a few hours away from Rivendell. They were both exhausted beyond limits, but their determination drove them onward. None of them wanted to fail the boy again.
They had been walking for a few minutes when Legolas stopped abruptly.
"What is wrong, mellon nin?" Aragorn asked worried.
"The trees, they speak of danger." He paused, stretching his ear to hear what they were talking about, then added, "ORCS, orcs are coming our way!"
When Aragorn was about to put the boy down, Legolas said,
"No, take the boy and leave, NOW!" Aragorn reluctantly accepted after promising that he would send help.
Aragorn took a last glance at his friend before he left, and what he saw made him shudder. Legolas stood there, ready for anything, and at that moment, he looked just like the mighty warrior that he was. Then, after sending a prayer to the Valar to keep his friend safe, he began to run towards Rivendell.
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Aragorn gasped, pushing his legs faster. He could hear a few Orcs behind him, but quickly lost them in the brush. His blood rushed through his veins, and he could hear the beat of his heart. Sweat poured down his face and back, drenching him. The poison was being pumped faster through his body, making him lightheaded.
He wouldn't give up. Not when he was so close. The world slowly began tilting around him and he stumbled slightly, grasping Thomas against his chest tighter. Most of his wounds had open up again, and were bleeding freely.
His vision began darkening at the edges, and he pumped his legs even faster. He had to get Thomas to safety, before his body gave out on him.
'Almost there,' he told himself. He could hear the water of the river rushing, and could see the outline of Imladris. 'Almost home.'
After what seemed like an eternity, Aragorn ran through the gates and into the courtyard in front of Elrond's house. He tried to go faster, but much to his dismay, his legs refused to work.
Elrond quickly ran out the door, followed closely by Elladan and Elrohir.
"Legolas...alone.....Orcs............" Aragorn got no further, as his eyes rolled up in the back of his head, and he fell to the ground, Thomas landing on top of him.
"Valar no." Elrond rushed to his foster son.
"Elladan, Elrohir, go find Legolas. I fear he may be in great danger. I'll look after Aragorn."
The twins nodded, and took off to the stables. Elrond called out for Glorfindel, who quickly appeared. Glorfindel gently took Thomas, and Elrond picked up Aragorn.
Elrond only hoped he was fast enough to save both Aragorn and Thomas, and that Legolas was still alive.
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THERE! Finally a chapter without a cliffie.
*pause*
Oh shit.
Nevermind.....................
*Karine and Trin jump on the Kick-Ass-Twins-Of-Hells backs and piggyback ride all the way to another galaxy*
Reviews! -
Elf-Formally-Known-as-Legolas ~ *slowly back away* You're worse then us LMAO.
Gwyn ~ WOW, first time someone told me that they like my cliffie *bow* Thanks for the compliment, hope I didn't deceive you here *cackle*
Goblz ~ SEE, HE'S NOT DEAD, I would like to point to you sparx that we are not THAT EVIL =P *look at all the cliffie* well............maybe..........but that is not the point =P AND SEE everything is better, well sort off *cackle*
TBC.......