Title: For Gondor or Friendship
Disclaimer: I do not own or have rights to any LOTR stuff, That honor goes to Tolken and whomever has right to his works.
Summary: Legolas chose to remain at his friend's side, Aragorn is now the King of Gondor, when leftover minions of the Dark Lord attack he must choose between the life of his friend and the lives of his people.
Chapter 4-Taken
He blacked out when he hit the tree. The blow had more than dazed him. The elf 's momentarily loss of consciousness was all the enemy needed. The Mumakil stood before him it's foot raised prepared to crush Leoglas where he lay
Legolas was still in his daze, Aragorn knew his friend would never be able to collect himself in time to move to safety. He ran toward the elf but several Haradrim soldiers blocked his path. "Legolas!!" Aragorn called to his friend.
Time seemed to freeze as the king of Gondor watch as his life-long friend, his brother about to be killed before his eyes.
Shouting from all around made all movement stop. A folly of arrows shot from the darkness and several Gondorian soldiers ran into the fight. A cry of pain from the somewhere made Aragorn remember his friend; the creature stumbled away from Legolas and fell onto its side, dead. The Haradrims pulled back seeing that they were outnumbered; though they were not a people known to retreat from a fight. Aragorn smiled to himself to then his eyes me those of his captain.
Aramel smiled at his king and nodded.
Assured that his men had control of the situation he turned to the fallen elf. He bent down next to the prince. Legolas was now unconscious now, blood marred from the gash across his forehead. The elf's chest heaved and his breathing was labored, but still he was breathing that much was enough to comfort the ranger. Aragorn rested the elf prince's head in the crook of his arm. Legolas eyes were closed and his face was pale. The sight was unnerving especially since it was Legolas
Legolas. he shook the elf softly. When he got no response he shook a little harder Tearing a strip of cloth from his tunic he held it against the bleeding cut on Legolas head. Legolas moaned softy, turning his head into the man's chest "Legolas. come on that's it wake up mellon-nin."
"A-A-Aragorn." Legolas said weakly
"Yes my friend it is Estel". Aragorn said pulling Legolas closer to him. The elf was beginning to tremble as his body slowly slid into shock
"M-My head. hurts" He murmured.
"I know it does mellon-nin". Legolas eyes began to drift shut. "No.no stay awake Legolas" Aragorn prodded the elf shaking him softly
" I-I can't." Legolas words were slurring as the world that had so quickly came into focus was just a quickly sliding out
Aramel knelt beside the king. " The Haradrim are pulling back. Is he all right?" Aramel asked gesturing toward Legolas.
Not that I am not glad to see you but what are you doing here? I gave orders for you to stay in the village.
"I know sir but." He hesitated for a minute. His eyes averted the king's gaze "I didn't trust you alone with the elf."
"Aramel." Aragorn started
"I know sir I am sorry. Is he all right?"
"He may have a concussion. He hit his head pretty hard." He gently laid Legolas' unconscious form on the ground. His fingers moved quickly to open the clasps on the elf tunic. Bruises had begun to form on his chest and torso. Aragorn probed the elf's surly bruised ribs, Legolas lurched forward and hissed confirming the ranger's fear that the elf had broken ribs.
"We need to get him back to Osgiliath; I need to tend to him as quickly as possible."
Filion, Aramel's second in command came up beside them. "We need a stretcher so we can move him"
The men worked together and swiftly moved the elf onto the stretcher. Most of the soldiers of Gondor had been called in to do the necessary round up. Aragorn helped carry his friend, one hand holding his friend the other holing a handle of the stretcher. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
His head ached. The pain was. well a word had yet to be invented in elvish or common tongue that could describe the pain he felt. His hand automatically moved to the spot where the pain was most prominent. Finding a bandage there he removed his hand. From the comfort he felt it was obvious that he was no longer in the battlefield. He turned his head into the softness of his pillow.
He opened his eyes and shut them just as quick when the sudden burst of light sent his senses to overdrive. Pain radiated through his head. He took in a deep breath to calm the wave of nausea that wanted to overtake him. Breathing slowly he opened his eyes again, this time inviting the light in slowly
He blinked and found himself staring into a pair of green eyes. He started and jerked backward succeeding in banging his head on the metal bar of his makeshift bed.
"You.what are you.where is A." Legolas started
He never got to finish his question as a cloth was placed over his nose and mouth. The healing drugs in his system had dulled his senses and his aching body did not have the energy to fight. A hand tightened around his throat. He tossed his head weakly to dislodge the grip around his neck. It was to no avail, his struggles were in vain, and darkness claimed his vision as consciousness faded once more.
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The troops had captured most of the Harad soldiers and were making sure none escaped. Aragorn made way toward the building where Legolas was resting; Aramel came running up beside him
"My lord you are hurt". It was stated as a fact not a question
"Not really just a scratch. I'll be fine, I need to check on Lego."
" No my lord, you need to be tended to. That cut on your arm if left to itself it will become infected, worry not I'll have one of my men watch over your friend while you rest. You are weary and need the rest" He rested a hand on the king's shoulder.
That much was true the man knew. With a final glance to ward the building he turned and followed behind Aramel. They moved across the courtyard to ward the room that had been set-aside for him.
Aramel turned to one of his soldiers. "Send Remel to watch over the elf until the King can return to his friend's side."
The healers went to work on the King's minor cuts and bruises.
"This will help you sleep sir" One healer said handing him a mug with a tea that held a familiar aroma. It was a tea that his foster father had taught him how to make; he was one of the few humans that could. He drank it entirely and suddenly felt so at peace. He laid back, closed his eyes and drifted into dreams of his home, of Rivendell.
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The sun shone brightly upon him. He smiled. The king of Gondor sat up in bed; he felt completely re-energized form his rest. The small battle last night had left him more injured and weary that he was willing too admit. He replayed the scenes of the battle then his thoughts fell on Legolas. He should check on his friend, Legolas concussion probably still held him in the realm of unconsciousness.
He emerged form the room Aramel and some of the other men were seated around a table eating breakfast
" Good morning sir." Each of the men stood up a bowed in respect.
" Yes let us hope it will remain that way
" My lord the order of soldiers.
" Nay. Hold on to those thoughts, I want to see to Legolas
" I heard nothing from Remel of him last night"
" Most likely he is still unconscious" Aragorn said as he moved across the courtyard
As they entered the building Remel was no where to be seen. "Remel?" Aragorn called but received no answer. They moved into the room the elf was in only to find that it was empty
I don't understand, Remel wouldn't have moved him without informing me
Aragorn walked around the bed. "Remel didn't move him." Aragorn said grimly.
Following the man gaze he saw Remel lying on the floor next to the bed. Aragorn knelt beside the man. Gently turning the man over, he shook him. "Remel?"
Remel moaned and fixed them with glassy eyes. "My lord?"
"What happened last night? Where is Legolas?" Aragorn said as he aided the man to sit up on his own
" I was standing watch over your friend, he was in pain, and I was leaning over him then someone hit me over the head, I never did see who it was." Remel informed them rubbing the back of his head and grimacing in pain as he did so.
"Whomever it was they must have taken Legolas. but why?" Aramel said quietly
"Gather some men we have to find Leoglas." Aragorn then raced back to his quarters His skills as a ranger had never failed him before and hopefully they would start now. He quickly dressed and went back outside.
Do not worry mellon-nin whereever you are I will find you. He thought to himself as he sheathed his sword to his side.
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Disclaimer: I do not own or have rights to any LOTR stuff, That honor goes to Tolken and whomever has right to his works.
Summary: Legolas chose to remain at his friend's side, Aragorn is now the King of Gondor, when leftover minions of the Dark Lord attack he must choose between the life of his friend and the lives of his people.
Chapter 4-Taken
He blacked out when he hit the tree. The blow had more than dazed him. The elf 's momentarily loss of consciousness was all the enemy needed. The Mumakil stood before him it's foot raised prepared to crush Leoglas where he lay
Legolas was still in his daze, Aragorn knew his friend would never be able to collect himself in time to move to safety. He ran toward the elf but several Haradrim soldiers blocked his path. "Legolas!!" Aragorn called to his friend.
Time seemed to freeze as the king of Gondor watch as his life-long friend, his brother about to be killed before his eyes.
Shouting from all around made all movement stop. A folly of arrows shot from the darkness and several Gondorian soldiers ran into the fight. A cry of pain from the somewhere made Aragorn remember his friend; the creature stumbled away from Legolas and fell onto its side, dead. The Haradrims pulled back seeing that they were outnumbered; though they were not a people known to retreat from a fight. Aragorn smiled to himself to then his eyes me those of his captain.
Aramel smiled at his king and nodded.
Assured that his men had control of the situation he turned to the fallen elf. He bent down next to the prince. Legolas was now unconscious now, blood marred from the gash across his forehead. The elf's chest heaved and his breathing was labored, but still he was breathing that much was enough to comfort the ranger. Aragorn rested the elf prince's head in the crook of his arm. Legolas eyes were closed and his face was pale. The sight was unnerving especially since it was Legolas
Legolas. he shook the elf softly. When he got no response he shook a little harder Tearing a strip of cloth from his tunic he held it against the bleeding cut on Legolas head. Legolas moaned softy, turning his head into the man's chest "Legolas. come on that's it wake up mellon-nin."
"A-A-Aragorn." Legolas said weakly
"Yes my friend it is Estel". Aragorn said pulling Legolas closer to him. The elf was beginning to tremble as his body slowly slid into shock
"M-My head. hurts" He murmured.
"I know it does mellon-nin". Legolas eyes began to drift shut. "No.no stay awake Legolas" Aragorn prodded the elf shaking him softly
" I-I can't." Legolas words were slurring as the world that had so quickly came into focus was just a quickly sliding out
Aramel knelt beside the king. " The Haradrim are pulling back. Is he all right?" Aramel asked gesturing toward Legolas.
Not that I am not glad to see you but what are you doing here? I gave orders for you to stay in the village.
"I know sir but." He hesitated for a minute. His eyes averted the king's gaze "I didn't trust you alone with the elf."
"Aramel." Aragorn started
"I know sir I am sorry. Is he all right?"
"He may have a concussion. He hit his head pretty hard." He gently laid Legolas' unconscious form on the ground. His fingers moved quickly to open the clasps on the elf tunic. Bruises had begun to form on his chest and torso. Aragorn probed the elf's surly bruised ribs, Legolas lurched forward and hissed confirming the ranger's fear that the elf had broken ribs.
"We need to get him back to Osgiliath; I need to tend to him as quickly as possible."
Filion, Aramel's second in command came up beside them. "We need a stretcher so we can move him"
The men worked together and swiftly moved the elf onto the stretcher. Most of the soldiers of Gondor had been called in to do the necessary round up. Aragorn helped carry his friend, one hand holding his friend the other holing a handle of the stretcher. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
His head ached. The pain was. well a word had yet to be invented in elvish or common tongue that could describe the pain he felt. His hand automatically moved to the spot where the pain was most prominent. Finding a bandage there he removed his hand. From the comfort he felt it was obvious that he was no longer in the battlefield. He turned his head into the softness of his pillow.
He opened his eyes and shut them just as quick when the sudden burst of light sent his senses to overdrive. Pain radiated through his head. He took in a deep breath to calm the wave of nausea that wanted to overtake him. Breathing slowly he opened his eyes again, this time inviting the light in slowly
He blinked and found himself staring into a pair of green eyes. He started and jerked backward succeeding in banging his head on the metal bar of his makeshift bed.
"You.what are you.where is A." Legolas started
He never got to finish his question as a cloth was placed over his nose and mouth. The healing drugs in his system had dulled his senses and his aching body did not have the energy to fight. A hand tightened around his throat. He tossed his head weakly to dislodge the grip around his neck. It was to no avail, his struggles were in vain, and darkness claimed his vision as consciousness faded once more.
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The troops had captured most of the Harad soldiers and were making sure none escaped. Aragorn made way toward the building where Legolas was resting; Aramel came running up beside him
"My lord you are hurt". It was stated as a fact not a question
"Not really just a scratch. I'll be fine, I need to check on Lego."
" No my lord, you need to be tended to. That cut on your arm if left to itself it will become infected, worry not I'll have one of my men watch over your friend while you rest. You are weary and need the rest" He rested a hand on the king's shoulder.
That much was true the man knew. With a final glance to ward the building he turned and followed behind Aramel. They moved across the courtyard to ward the room that had been set-aside for him.
Aramel turned to one of his soldiers. "Send Remel to watch over the elf until the King can return to his friend's side."
The healers went to work on the King's minor cuts and bruises.
"This will help you sleep sir" One healer said handing him a mug with a tea that held a familiar aroma. It was a tea that his foster father had taught him how to make; he was one of the few humans that could. He drank it entirely and suddenly felt so at peace. He laid back, closed his eyes and drifted into dreams of his home, of Rivendell.
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The sun shone brightly upon him. He smiled. The king of Gondor sat up in bed; he felt completely re-energized form his rest. The small battle last night had left him more injured and weary that he was willing too admit. He replayed the scenes of the battle then his thoughts fell on Legolas. He should check on his friend, Legolas concussion probably still held him in the realm of unconsciousness.
He emerged form the room Aramel and some of the other men were seated around a table eating breakfast
" Good morning sir." Each of the men stood up a bowed in respect.
" Yes let us hope it will remain that way
" My lord the order of soldiers.
" Nay. Hold on to those thoughts, I want to see to Legolas
" I heard nothing from Remel of him last night"
" Most likely he is still unconscious" Aragorn said as he moved across the courtyard
As they entered the building Remel was no where to be seen. "Remel?" Aragorn called but received no answer. They moved into the room the elf was in only to find that it was empty
I don't understand, Remel wouldn't have moved him without informing me
Aragorn walked around the bed. "Remel didn't move him." Aragorn said grimly.
Following the man gaze he saw Remel lying on the floor next to the bed. Aragorn knelt beside the man. Gently turning the man over, he shook him. "Remel?"
Remel moaned and fixed them with glassy eyes. "My lord?"
"What happened last night? Where is Legolas?" Aragorn said as he aided the man to sit up on his own
" I was standing watch over your friend, he was in pain, and I was leaning over him then someone hit me over the head, I never did see who it was." Remel informed them rubbing the back of his head and grimacing in pain as he did so.
"Whomever it was they must have taken Legolas. but why?" Aramel said quietly
"Gather some men we have to find Leoglas." Aragorn then raced back to his quarters His skills as a ranger had never failed him before and hopefully they would start now. He quickly dressed and went back outside.
Do not worry mellon-nin whereever you are I will find you. He thought to himself as he sheathed his sword to his side.
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