Don't cry
Three days had passed since Aragorn had sent the note to Rivendell. Legolas hadn't awoke yet and it was scaring Aragorn. Legolas' throat was the only thing healing. The stomach wound didn't seem to be healing and the head wound seemed too fresh. The shoulder wound wasn't too bad, but it wasn't healing fast...only faster than the stomach wound. Legolas was breaking out with a horrible fever that Aragorn couldn't stop. Legolas also slept with his eyes closed. The Elf hasn't gone into convulsions, a good sign, but it could still happen.
Aragorn, on the other hand, wasn't wounded. He WAS very tired and worried for Legolas. He was blaming it (the accident) on himself. He was also awaiting the arrival of his father, whilst looking for danger. He sat on the ground, by Legolas' side, and looked at the horizon. He could see any possible threats as he looked around. No one would hurt Legolas any more.
Legolas moaned and Aragorn looked down to him. To the Man's relief, bright blue eyes opened. Legolas couldn't talk, but he mouthed the words, "Mellon nin". Aragorn placed his hand onto Legolas' forehead. "Your fever hasn't gone down any further." Aragorn whispered. Legolas' eyes were filled with pain, but they also held some light. "Your wounds...aren't healing as I hoped they would. I don't know what is wrong." Aragorn said. Legolas smiled slightly. "Hope," he mouthed. Aragorn shook his head. "I've lost it all." He said. Legolas lifted his hand weakly and touched Aragorn's face. "Hope," the Elf mouthed and dropped his hand. Aragorn got what he meant.
Legolas fell into a fevered sleep again and Aragorn gently ran his fingers down the Elf's cheek. "Greenleaf," He said. He wetted another cloth and placed it onto Legolas' forehead, hoping to bring down the fever. Legolas' breathing shortened. "I don't know what is wrong." Aragorn said, frustration filling his voice. Aragorn didn't know about the poison.
Aragorn wished more than anything that he could help his friend get well again. Aragorn stroked Legolas' hair gently and then took out the braids. He examined the head wound and winced. It was bad...worse than when he first saw it. He took his friend's hand (cold to the touch) and just prayed to the Valar that everything would be okay again.
MIDNIGHT (day four after Aragorn sent the letter):
The darkness was filled with nature's noises. There were sounds of twigs cracking or an animal running up the tree and the sound of the trees swaying with the gentle breeze. Aragorn heard Legolas' soft breathing in the midnight quiet. Aragorn had checked to see if the fever had gone down...it hadn't dropped a bit, but it seemed to be rising. Legolas shivered. "I'm sorry, mellon nin, I don't have any more blankets." Aragorn said to the sleeping Elf. The blonde Elf continued to shiver. "Ada surely would bring blankets with him. When he comes, that is the first thing I'll ask him and then you will be warmer." Aragorn said to Legolas.
Legolas turned his head slightly and Aragorn gasped. In the darkness, he saw a small stain appear on the pillow when Legolas moved his head. The head wound was bleeding. Aragorn held some bandages to the head wound and Legolas moaned softly. Aragorn let Legolas lay back on the pillow, keeping the bandages in place. The bandages had a special paste mixed into them, an invention by Elrond, and it would stop brain injuries/damages.
Aragorn heard the sound horse's hooves. He quickly covered Legolas. If they wanted to hurt Legolas, they would have to kill Aragorn first because he wasn't going to move. "Aragorn!" A voice shouted. The Man looked up. It was his father and one of his brothers. From the distance and in the dark, Aragorn wasn't sure which twin it was. Aragorn waved his arm and sat back by Legolas' side, taking the Elf's hand.
The two Rivendell Elves approached quickly and their horses went to where Arrow was. Elrond dropped to his knees by Legolas and Aragorn moved a little more out of the way. The twin was Elrohir, the youngest of the two twin sons of Lord Elrond. "Do you have any more blankets? Legolas is cold." Aragorn said, remembering the promise. "Yes, but I see he has a fever. We shall bring it down first and then get him a blanket. Tell me all of his injuries." Elrond said, his hand on Legolas' forehead.
Aragorn said every injury with difficulty. Elrond winced. "Who would do this to an Elf?" Elrond said. Aragorn heard some defensiveness in his father's voice. Elrond didn't ever like to see an Elf get injured because of his/her kin or die for that reason, either. It was bad enough, from Elrond's point-of-view, that an Elf looses their life for no reason at all (sometimes), but for them to be tortured and ridiculed for it...that's just wrong!
Aragorn saw it almost the same way, except from a Human's point-of-view. He had been raised, from age two, by the Elves. He was probably one of the only Human's to know so much about the Elves because he was raised by them at such a young age. Plus, his first friend was an Elf. In his eyes, it is cruel to kill anyone, but when you kill one of the firstborn for no reason except that they are of different kin...that's wrong!
Elrond spent hours looking over the Elf. Finally, he looked up to Aragorn. "He has been poisoned with a plant called Ethamus." Elrond said, a bit of fear in his eyes. "Ada? I sense fear in you..." Aragorn started. The Lord of Rivendell nodded. "Have I ever explained what Ethamus is?" Elrond asked, looking to a sleeping Legolas. "No, but is it a fever-inducer?" Aragorn guessed. Elrond shook his head. "Legolas will die." The Lord finally said. Aragorn gasped, shocked at his father's words. "Ada! Don't say that! You're a wonderful healer and..." Aragorn started. Elrond held up his hand. "Ethamus is used for strong medicines for Humans only. It is deadly to an Elf. Either Legolas' attackers had their arrows tipped with the poison or their swords were tipped with poison. Or both, but what I'm trying to say is; It will weaken Legolas' soul until it kills him." Elrond said. It was hard to tell his son that his best friend was dying.
"No! Ada, you know how strong Legolas is! Right? He'll make it! He's too stubborn to die!" Aragorn said, tears stinging at his eyes and threatening to fall. Elrond shook his head. "Doesn't matter...the effects are way to strong for an Elven soul." Elrond said. Aragorn absentmindedly played with Legolas' hair while staring far off into the forest. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Elrohir. The tears finally fell and he rested his head by Legolas'.
"We should get him to Mirkwood...so he doesn't have to die out here." Elrond chose his words carefully. Aragorn shook his head, still lying by his dying friend. "He would rather die among the trees than die in a cave, you know that!" Aragorn said. "Plus, he ISN'T GOING TO DIE!" Aragorn added, placing his hand on Legolas' chest. "Aragorn, Mirkwood is a forest...and last time I checked, a forest meant there were trees...and it wouldn't be right for Thranduil not to see his son before...he died." Elrond said softly. "I know Mirkwood is a forest! I meant the Palace! Legolas hates it there and he even told me himself that he hated it because it was too much like a cave." Aragorn said, sounding like a little kid who didn't want to go away from a friend's house.
Elrond decided that NOW wasn't the best time to talk about this. He didn't respond and after a minute Aragorn turned his head a bit. "How long does he have?" The Man asked, his eyes red from the silent tears that fell. "I would say...about...well, the poison isn't very fast...less than a week. Six days, maybe five...I cannot be sure." Elrond said. Aragorn sat up, silent tears streaming down his face. "Have you...ever seen this before?" Aragorn questioned. Elrond nodded. "There was a whole testimony about it after two 100-year-old Elven girls were drugged with it and died a week later...about 3 years before Legolas was born. Well, after that, one of my friends was caught in the middle of a fight and they beat him up. A little late, we discovered he had been poisoned with the plant and he died. It was horrible. There were tons of stores being closed down because they made medicine that contained Ethamus." Elrond said. "I'm sorry about your friend, but Legolas is different. He won't die." Aragorn said.
Elrond smiled inside. Ever since those two met, they were not to be messed with. Even if Legolas was home and Aragorn was in Rivendell, the two sent messages (even though Legolas was supposed to be doing something else) back and forth until they saw each other again. If Aragorn was injured, Legolas wouldn't do anything but stay by his side. Same goes for Legolas.
Elves don't always like to befriend Men...not because the Elves think they are better because that isn't true. Mainly, it is because a deep friendship might form (like the one Legolas and Aragorn have, but Elrond doesn't think ANYONE could possibly be as close as those two)and then one day, the Mortal would die and it would tear apart the Immortal. Immortals can die from a broken heart or soul. Elrond still believes that Aragorn and Legolas have such a deep friendship, that even in death they will be together! No one can separate those two!
Legolas slowly opened his eyes and Elrond put a hand on his forehead. The Lord frowned. It(the fever), if anything, had gotten worse. Lord Elrond smiled to the younger Elf...it was hard to smile, but he couldn't get Legolas too worked up. Legolas looked to Aragorn and weakly tried to squeeze his friend's hand. It was too weak, but Aragorn nodded. Tears were falling past the Man's eyes and Legolas frowned. "You'll get better." Aragorn said, his voice shaking a little. Legolas loosened his hand from Aragorn's grip and wiped tears from the Man's eyes and mouthed, 'Don't cry'
Three days had passed since Aragorn had sent the note to Rivendell. Legolas hadn't awoke yet and it was scaring Aragorn. Legolas' throat was the only thing healing. The stomach wound didn't seem to be healing and the head wound seemed too fresh. The shoulder wound wasn't too bad, but it wasn't healing fast...only faster than the stomach wound. Legolas was breaking out with a horrible fever that Aragorn couldn't stop. Legolas also slept with his eyes closed. The Elf hasn't gone into convulsions, a good sign, but it could still happen.
Aragorn, on the other hand, wasn't wounded. He WAS very tired and worried for Legolas. He was blaming it (the accident) on himself. He was also awaiting the arrival of his father, whilst looking for danger. He sat on the ground, by Legolas' side, and looked at the horizon. He could see any possible threats as he looked around. No one would hurt Legolas any more.
Legolas moaned and Aragorn looked down to him. To the Man's relief, bright blue eyes opened. Legolas couldn't talk, but he mouthed the words, "Mellon nin". Aragorn placed his hand onto Legolas' forehead. "Your fever hasn't gone down any further." Aragorn whispered. Legolas' eyes were filled with pain, but they also held some light. "Your wounds...aren't healing as I hoped they would. I don't know what is wrong." Aragorn said. Legolas smiled slightly. "Hope," he mouthed. Aragorn shook his head. "I've lost it all." He said. Legolas lifted his hand weakly and touched Aragorn's face. "Hope," the Elf mouthed and dropped his hand. Aragorn got what he meant.
Legolas fell into a fevered sleep again and Aragorn gently ran his fingers down the Elf's cheek. "Greenleaf," He said. He wetted another cloth and placed it onto Legolas' forehead, hoping to bring down the fever. Legolas' breathing shortened. "I don't know what is wrong." Aragorn said, frustration filling his voice. Aragorn didn't know about the poison.
Aragorn wished more than anything that he could help his friend get well again. Aragorn stroked Legolas' hair gently and then took out the braids. He examined the head wound and winced. It was bad...worse than when he first saw it. He took his friend's hand (cold to the touch) and just prayed to the Valar that everything would be okay again.
MIDNIGHT (day four after Aragorn sent the letter):
The darkness was filled with nature's noises. There were sounds of twigs cracking or an animal running up the tree and the sound of the trees swaying with the gentle breeze. Aragorn heard Legolas' soft breathing in the midnight quiet. Aragorn had checked to see if the fever had gone down...it hadn't dropped a bit, but it seemed to be rising. Legolas shivered. "I'm sorry, mellon nin, I don't have any more blankets." Aragorn said to the sleeping Elf. The blonde Elf continued to shiver. "Ada surely would bring blankets with him. When he comes, that is the first thing I'll ask him and then you will be warmer." Aragorn said to Legolas.
Legolas turned his head slightly and Aragorn gasped. In the darkness, he saw a small stain appear on the pillow when Legolas moved his head. The head wound was bleeding. Aragorn held some bandages to the head wound and Legolas moaned softly. Aragorn let Legolas lay back on the pillow, keeping the bandages in place. The bandages had a special paste mixed into them, an invention by Elrond, and it would stop brain injuries/damages.
Aragorn heard the sound horse's hooves. He quickly covered Legolas. If they wanted to hurt Legolas, they would have to kill Aragorn first because he wasn't going to move. "Aragorn!" A voice shouted. The Man looked up. It was his father and one of his brothers. From the distance and in the dark, Aragorn wasn't sure which twin it was. Aragorn waved his arm and sat back by Legolas' side, taking the Elf's hand.
The two Rivendell Elves approached quickly and their horses went to where Arrow was. Elrond dropped to his knees by Legolas and Aragorn moved a little more out of the way. The twin was Elrohir, the youngest of the two twin sons of Lord Elrond. "Do you have any more blankets? Legolas is cold." Aragorn said, remembering the promise. "Yes, but I see he has a fever. We shall bring it down first and then get him a blanket. Tell me all of his injuries." Elrond said, his hand on Legolas' forehead.
Aragorn said every injury with difficulty. Elrond winced. "Who would do this to an Elf?" Elrond said. Aragorn heard some defensiveness in his father's voice. Elrond didn't ever like to see an Elf get injured because of his/her kin or die for that reason, either. It was bad enough, from Elrond's point-of-view, that an Elf looses their life for no reason at all (sometimes), but for them to be tortured and ridiculed for it...that's just wrong!
Aragorn saw it almost the same way, except from a Human's point-of-view. He had been raised, from age two, by the Elves. He was probably one of the only Human's to know so much about the Elves because he was raised by them at such a young age. Plus, his first friend was an Elf. In his eyes, it is cruel to kill anyone, but when you kill one of the firstborn for no reason except that they are of different kin...that's wrong!
Elrond spent hours looking over the Elf. Finally, he looked up to Aragorn. "He has been poisoned with a plant called Ethamus." Elrond said, a bit of fear in his eyes. "Ada? I sense fear in you..." Aragorn started. The Lord of Rivendell nodded. "Have I ever explained what Ethamus is?" Elrond asked, looking to a sleeping Legolas. "No, but is it a fever-inducer?" Aragorn guessed. Elrond shook his head. "Legolas will die." The Lord finally said. Aragorn gasped, shocked at his father's words. "Ada! Don't say that! You're a wonderful healer and..." Aragorn started. Elrond held up his hand. "Ethamus is used for strong medicines for Humans only. It is deadly to an Elf. Either Legolas' attackers had their arrows tipped with the poison or their swords were tipped with poison. Or both, but what I'm trying to say is; It will weaken Legolas' soul until it kills him." Elrond said. It was hard to tell his son that his best friend was dying.
"No! Ada, you know how strong Legolas is! Right? He'll make it! He's too stubborn to die!" Aragorn said, tears stinging at his eyes and threatening to fall. Elrond shook his head. "Doesn't matter...the effects are way to strong for an Elven soul." Elrond said. Aragorn absentmindedly played with Legolas' hair while staring far off into the forest. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Elrohir. The tears finally fell and he rested his head by Legolas'.
"We should get him to Mirkwood...so he doesn't have to die out here." Elrond chose his words carefully. Aragorn shook his head, still lying by his dying friend. "He would rather die among the trees than die in a cave, you know that!" Aragorn said. "Plus, he ISN'T GOING TO DIE!" Aragorn added, placing his hand on Legolas' chest. "Aragorn, Mirkwood is a forest...and last time I checked, a forest meant there were trees...and it wouldn't be right for Thranduil not to see his son before...he died." Elrond said softly. "I know Mirkwood is a forest! I meant the Palace! Legolas hates it there and he even told me himself that he hated it because it was too much like a cave." Aragorn said, sounding like a little kid who didn't want to go away from a friend's house.
Elrond decided that NOW wasn't the best time to talk about this. He didn't respond and after a minute Aragorn turned his head a bit. "How long does he have?" The Man asked, his eyes red from the silent tears that fell. "I would say...about...well, the poison isn't very fast...less than a week. Six days, maybe five...I cannot be sure." Elrond said. Aragorn sat up, silent tears streaming down his face. "Have you...ever seen this before?" Aragorn questioned. Elrond nodded. "There was a whole testimony about it after two 100-year-old Elven girls were drugged with it and died a week later...about 3 years before Legolas was born. Well, after that, one of my friends was caught in the middle of a fight and they beat him up. A little late, we discovered he had been poisoned with the plant and he died. It was horrible. There were tons of stores being closed down because they made medicine that contained Ethamus." Elrond said. "I'm sorry about your friend, but Legolas is different. He won't die." Aragorn said.
Elrond smiled inside. Ever since those two met, they were not to be messed with. Even if Legolas was home and Aragorn was in Rivendell, the two sent messages (even though Legolas was supposed to be doing something else) back and forth until they saw each other again. If Aragorn was injured, Legolas wouldn't do anything but stay by his side. Same goes for Legolas.
Elves don't always like to befriend Men...not because the Elves think they are better because that isn't true. Mainly, it is because a deep friendship might form (like the one Legolas and Aragorn have, but Elrond doesn't think ANYONE could possibly be as close as those two)and then one day, the Mortal would die and it would tear apart the Immortal. Immortals can die from a broken heart or soul. Elrond still believes that Aragorn and Legolas have such a deep friendship, that even in death they will be together! No one can separate those two!
Legolas slowly opened his eyes and Elrond put a hand on his forehead. The Lord frowned. It(the fever), if anything, had gotten worse. Lord Elrond smiled to the younger Elf...it was hard to smile, but he couldn't get Legolas too worked up. Legolas looked to Aragorn and weakly tried to squeeze his friend's hand. It was too weak, but Aragorn nodded. Tears were falling past the Man's eyes and Legolas frowned. "You'll get better." Aragorn said, his voice shaking a little. Legolas loosened his hand from Aragorn's grip and wiped tears from the Man's eyes and mouthed, 'Don't cry'