Chapter 2-
Co-written by JaC
Disclaimer: refer to chapter 1.
". . ."- speech
'. . .'- thoughts
On with the story. . .
Legolas took out his tunic to get a better look at the wound. The skin surrounding the wound had turned greenish blue. He tore a piece of his cloak, dipped it into the clear, blue stream and cleansed the blood off the wound. Legolas felt a cooling sensation as he wiped the cloth across the wound.
Gazing around to see if there was anything to use as a temporary bandage, even though he knew that he would find none. He had nothing but his twin knives and bow left with him since they were all left on his horse. He had ordered his horse to flee when he encountered the orcs. Sighing when he found nothing, he tore another strip of cloth of his cloak. Using it as a bandage, he wrapped it around the wound.
After he finished, he washed the part of his tunic that was blood stained, so that nobody would notice he was wounded. When done, he stood up, thinking of searching for some herbs for the poison and numbing, when he felt a sharp pain shoot up from his forgotten twisted ankle. His leg crumpled as he fell forwards for the second time that day.
'Damn, forgot all about that ankle.' Cursing inwardly. He settled himself once again on the grass and took out his boot. He looked at his ankle, it was swollen, and was looking rather bad.
"Having to walk back to Rivendell, horse-less, with a twisted ankle, a wounded and poisoned shoulder, without my pack and food, and in danger of coming across of those darn orcs again, tis just isn't my lucky day isn't it?" he muttered to himself.
After bandaging his ankle, Legolas stood up, leaning onto the tree for support. Just as sudden as the pain from his ankle came, a fresh wave of dizziness hit him, his world spinning, and pounding in his head. Frowning, he clutched onto the trunk, eyes closed, waiting for it to pass.
A few moments later, Legolas opened his eyes when he felt a little better. Smiling slightly in relief. He scanned the area for any signs of orcs, after confirming that none had followed him, he searched around for some herbs and food, applying as little force as possible not wanting to make it any worse.
In an hour, he found the suitable herbs and some berries and roots. He made some paste out of some of the herbs and applied it onto the wounded shoulder. The rest of the herbs were made into painkiller for the building pain on his shoulder.
Legolas sighed as he looked at the berries. He had lived on mainly the berries he found for about a week after the food supplies he brought with him went out. After much consideration, Legolas decided to eat the berries on his way, so that he could reach Rivendell earlier and would rest when night fell.
He limped his way along the stream that would lead to Rivendell, occasionally popping a berry or so into his mouth. It was a peaceful half an hour, other than when waves of dizziness hit him and the pounding in his head, which Legolas gradually got used to, when suddenly he felt sick and doubled back retching out everything he had just eaten. It was horrible. It was then that Legolas decided it was time to rest.
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The two days passed in almost the same manner, thanking not including coming across the orcs as Legolas was in no condition to fight. The poison was weakening him by the day, casing him very bad headaches and also making him retch out everything he ate. All he could have was water. It led to hunger and further lack of nutrition. His twisted ankle also became worse as he walked on. Legolas knew that if it continued, he might not make it to Rivendell. . .
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Slight cliffhanger. Pls REVIEW!! Next chapter will be out soon. To all reviewers: THANKS!
Co-written by JaC
Disclaimer: refer to chapter 1.
". . ."- speech
'. . .'- thoughts
On with the story. . .
Legolas took out his tunic to get a better look at the wound. The skin surrounding the wound had turned greenish blue. He tore a piece of his cloak, dipped it into the clear, blue stream and cleansed the blood off the wound. Legolas felt a cooling sensation as he wiped the cloth across the wound.
Gazing around to see if there was anything to use as a temporary bandage, even though he knew that he would find none. He had nothing but his twin knives and bow left with him since they were all left on his horse. He had ordered his horse to flee when he encountered the orcs. Sighing when he found nothing, he tore another strip of cloth of his cloak. Using it as a bandage, he wrapped it around the wound.
After he finished, he washed the part of his tunic that was blood stained, so that nobody would notice he was wounded. When done, he stood up, thinking of searching for some herbs for the poison and numbing, when he felt a sharp pain shoot up from his forgotten twisted ankle. His leg crumpled as he fell forwards for the second time that day.
'Damn, forgot all about that ankle.' Cursing inwardly. He settled himself once again on the grass and took out his boot. He looked at his ankle, it was swollen, and was looking rather bad.
"Having to walk back to Rivendell, horse-less, with a twisted ankle, a wounded and poisoned shoulder, without my pack and food, and in danger of coming across of those darn orcs again, tis just isn't my lucky day isn't it?" he muttered to himself.
After bandaging his ankle, Legolas stood up, leaning onto the tree for support. Just as sudden as the pain from his ankle came, a fresh wave of dizziness hit him, his world spinning, and pounding in his head. Frowning, he clutched onto the trunk, eyes closed, waiting for it to pass.
A few moments later, Legolas opened his eyes when he felt a little better. Smiling slightly in relief. He scanned the area for any signs of orcs, after confirming that none had followed him, he searched around for some herbs and food, applying as little force as possible not wanting to make it any worse.
In an hour, he found the suitable herbs and some berries and roots. He made some paste out of some of the herbs and applied it onto the wounded shoulder. The rest of the herbs were made into painkiller for the building pain on his shoulder.
Legolas sighed as he looked at the berries. He had lived on mainly the berries he found for about a week after the food supplies he brought with him went out. After much consideration, Legolas decided to eat the berries on his way, so that he could reach Rivendell earlier and would rest when night fell.
He limped his way along the stream that would lead to Rivendell, occasionally popping a berry or so into his mouth. It was a peaceful half an hour, other than when waves of dizziness hit him and the pounding in his head, which Legolas gradually got used to, when suddenly he felt sick and doubled back retching out everything he had just eaten. It was horrible. It was then that Legolas decided it was time to rest.
~ ~ ~
The two days passed in almost the same manner, thanking not including coming across the orcs as Legolas was in no condition to fight. The poison was weakening him by the day, casing him very bad headaches and also making him retch out everything he ate. All he could have was water. It led to hunger and further lack of nutrition. His twisted ankle also became worse as he walked on. Legolas knew that if it continued, he might not make it to Rivendell. . .
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Slight cliffhanger. Pls REVIEW!! Next chapter will be out soon. To all reviewers: THANKS!
