Part 55
Legolas trembled with fear as back away from the door, immediately sensing the flames springing up on the other side. He was trapped with no way out.He looked frantically up at the ceiling,seeking anything,any way he might escape. But what he found instead was another grotesque Orc leaning out of a shaft beyond his reach. It smirked wickedly as it dropped a torch to the ground and disappeared.
Fire suddenly encircled Legolas. It surrounded him as he staggered and stumbled to the floor. The warrior was now faced with an enemy he could beat with his bow. Legolas curled up on the ground and closed his eyes so he would not have to see the wreath of flame around him. He would burn. This fire would slay the flame of life that belonged to Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood.
Aragorn headed quickly for the door, keeping a certain distance from the fire before it. He cursed in Elvish as he stared at it,stared beyond the flame at the lock. He would not be able to kick this door open no matter how he tried.
The ranger began to panic. He had to do something. Legolas would die if he did not hurry.
Aragorn's attention was distracted when men burst in and made their way down the hall to his right, toward him. They were yelling but he could not understand. But all he cared about was the fact that one of them, one of the last, had a bucket of water. Aragorn could only stare motionlessly as the young man threw the water at the door, the fire wavering and diminishing as he did so. This stranger to Aragorn waved his arm to others behind him,motioning for them to bring more water. And they did. They kept it up, not knowing that someone was trapped behind the door but only wanting to put out the fire.
These men of Rohan dispersed once the fire was dead and Aragorn had to move quickly. He went up against the door, and felt heat from the other side. He groaned inwardly. The room inside was a flame too. Legolas was grave peril of burning if he was not already dead.
But what could Aragorn do? How could open the damn door? Aragorn was getting desperate.He banged his fists against the door,calling for Legolas.He was not answered.
Aragorn kept beating the door, fully intending to get inside that room if he had to break every bone in his body to do it.
The door was getting warmer and warmed by the moment. He kept shouting the Elf's name but there was no reply. All the men around him seemed too preoccupied with combat to notice or offer their efforts to open the door.
Aragorn leaned against the door after a series of pounding it,murmuring his best friend in a despair of defeat. He straightened and stood back, not knowing what to do and going insane because of it.
And then,quite out of nowhere, Gimli charged at that door, giving a loud cry as he swung his great axe and broke the lock that imprisoned Legolas in a fiery tomb. Without a word to the Dwarf, much less a thank you, Aragorn threw himself at that door and indeed, it burst open, the chains rattling at they fell onto the floor from the door handles.
The ranger immediately had to back up as fire roared before him.
" Legolas ", he called,straining to glimpse the Elf on the other side of this wall of flame. But he could not see, nor was he answered.
Both the Man and the Dwarf stared at the fire in dismay. They must reach their friend some how. Aragorn gazed up at the ceiling.
" Please, Elbereth,help me ", he whispered.
Aragorn turned his gaze back to stare into the fire,and his eyes blazed with determination. He ran head on into it,ignoring the shouts of Gimli behind him. He ran into he fire and mentally sighed as he made it through unharmed.
And there, in the center of the ring of fire, was Legolas' crumpled form on the ground. Aragorn scrambled over to his best friend, praying he was not to late. Legolas was not visibly burned,thank Eru. But he was motionless,soot on his pale high cheekbones. He did not breathe. O Eru, he did not breathe.
Aragorn snapped out of his reverie after being frozen with disbelief. He took Legolas' in his arms, slumping the limp and light body over one shoulder, and racing back out through the fire.
It seemed all had dispersed and he was alone as he came down on the floor. He lay Legolas across his lap,holding his lifeless form. He had breathed in too much smoke. He'd been in there for too long. Aragorn's eyes glistened with imprisoned tears as he began to rock back and forth ever so slightly. It was his entire fault. His entire fault. He hadn't hurried enough.
He had let Legolas come here.
Aragorn could not bring himself to speak. He shuddered as he fought back tears. He could not lose Legolas. He could not give up now. No, he must try to bring him back. He must try.
Aragorn lay Legolas down gently on the ground. He began to rub the Elf's chest in circles,trying to get him to breathe again.He pressed subtly down on his chest,then his stomach, then massaged the Elf slender throat.
" Come on,come on ",he murmured as his gray eyes watched the Elf for signs of life. He persisted in trying to restart the Elf's breathing for a few more silent moments.
And Legolas awoke with a cough. He shook in a coughing fit,having inhaled too much smoke. He was disoriented. Where was he? Still in the fire filled room? Or had he died?
Aragorn's eyes brimmed with tears that he refused to let fall. He grabbed the Elf in an embrace,holding Legolas to him.
Legolas felt himself being picked up and hugged. But by whom? Were they carrying his body or was he alive? And then he realized.
Aragorn. It was his best friend who now silently held onto him. And he was not dead,it seemed to Legolas. No. Indeed,he was alive.
Legolas trembled with fear as back away from the door, immediately sensing the flames springing up on the other side. He was trapped with no way out.He looked frantically up at the ceiling,seeking anything,any way he might escape. But what he found instead was another grotesque Orc leaning out of a shaft beyond his reach. It smirked wickedly as it dropped a torch to the ground and disappeared.
Fire suddenly encircled Legolas. It surrounded him as he staggered and stumbled to the floor. The warrior was now faced with an enemy he could beat with his bow. Legolas curled up on the ground and closed his eyes so he would not have to see the wreath of flame around him. He would burn. This fire would slay the flame of life that belonged to Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood.
Aragorn headed quickly for the door, keeping a certain distance from the fire before it. He cursed in Elvish as he stared at it,stared beyond the flame at the lock. He would not be able to kick this door open no matter how he tried.
The ranger began to panic. He had to do something. Legolas would die if he did not hurry.
Aragorn's attention was distracted when men burst in and made their way down the hall to his right, toward him. They were yelling but he could not understand. But all he cared about was the fact that one of them, one of the last, had a bucket of water. Aragorn could only stare motionlessly as the young man threw the water at the door, the fire wavering and diminishing as he did so. This stranger to Aragorn waved his arm to others behind him,motioning for them to bring more water. And they did. They kept it up, not knowing that someone was trapped behind the door but only wanting to put out the fire.
These men of Rohan dispersed once the fire was dead and Aragorn had to move quickly. He went up against the door, and felt heat from the other side. He groaned inwardly. The room inside was a flame too. Legolas was grave peril of burning if he was not already dead.
But what could Aragorn do? How could open the damn door? Aragorn was getting desperate.He banged his fists against the door,calling for Legolas.He was not answered.
Aragorn kept beating the door, fully intending to get inside that room if he had to break every bone in his body to do it.
The door was getting warmer and warmed by the moment. He kept shouting the Elf's name but there was no reply. All the men around him seemed too preoccupied with combat to notice or offer their efforts to open the door.
Aragorn leaned against the door after a series of pounding it,murmuring his best friend in a despair of defeat. He straightened and stood back, not knowing what to do and going insane because of it.
And then,quite out of nowhere, Gimli charged at that door, giving a loud cry as he swung his great axe and broke the lock that imprisoned Legolas in a fiery tomb. Without a word to the Dwarf, much less a thank you, Aragorn threw himself at that door and indeed, it burst open, the chains rattling at they fell onto the floor from the door handles.
The ranger immediately had to back up as fire roared before him.
" Legolas ", he called,straining to glimpse the Elf on the other side of this wall of flame. But he could not see, nor was he answered.
Both the Man and the Dwarf stared at the fire in dismay. They must reach their friend some how. Aragorn gazed up at the ceiling.
" Please, Elbereth,help me ", he whispered.
Aragorn turned his gaze back to stare into the fire,and his eyes blazed with determination. He ran head on into it,ignoring the shouts of Gimli behind him. He ran into he fire and mentally sighed as he made it through unharmed.
And there, in the center of the ring of fire, was Legolas' crumpled form on the ground. Aragorn scrambled over to his best friend, praying he was not to late. Legolas was not visibly burned,thank Eru. But he was motionless,soot on his pale high cheekbones. He did not breathe. O Eru, he did not breathe.
Aragorn snapped out of his reverie after being frozen with disbelief. He took Legolas' in his arms, slumping the limp and light body over one shoulder, and racing back out through the fire.
It seemed all had dispersed and he was alone as he came down on the floor. He lay Legolas across his lap,holding his lifeless form. He had breathed in too much smoke. He'd been in there for too long. Aragorn's eyes glistened with imprisoned tears as he began to rock back and forth ever so slightly. It was his entire fault. His entire fault. He hadn't hurried enough.
He had let Legolas come here.
Aragorn could not bring himself to speak. He shuddered as he fought back tears. He could not lose Legolas. He could not give up now. No, he must try to bring him back. He must try.
Aragorn lay Legolas down gently on the ground. He began to rub the Elf's chest in circles,trying to get him to breathe again.He pressed subtly down on his chest,then his stomach, then massaged the Elf slender throat.
" Come on,come on ",he murmured as his gray eyes watched the Elf for signs of life. He persisted in trying to restart the Elf's breathing for a few more silent moments.
And Legolas awoke with a cough. He shook in a coughing fit,having inhaled too much smoke. He was disoriented. Where was he? Still in the fire filled room? Or had he died?
Aragorn's eyes brimmed with tears that he refused to let fall. He grabbed the Elf in an embrace,holding Legolas to him.
Legolas felt himself being picked up and hugged. But by whom? Were they carrying his body or was he alive? And then he realized.
Aragorn. It was his best friend who now silently held onto him. And he was not dead,it seemed to Legolas. No. Indeed,he was alive.
