Chapter 2
Ungwale Quenta
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, but to the old great Tolkien. I still love every one of them anyway.
Legolas blacked out. Aragorn was worried and angry. Worried for his best friend that had just blacked out with no warning. Angry that he was so lost in his thoughts that he did not notice Legolas' ragged breathing. Shaking away those negative thoughts, Aragorn decided to stop the bleeding on his thigh first, since that it was bleeding so badly that his right side of his leggings has been stained a crimson red. If Legolas wasn't bleeding so badly, Aragorn would have laughed at the sight of a pair of leggings that was crimson red on one side and a light blue on the other. Aragorn removed Legolas' bloody leggings and two muscular thighs except that one had a really deep gash that nearly showed the bone. He tore a small piece of cloth from his cloak and used it to apply pressure on his wound. He did not want to use his hands as it would most probably get in his way and dirty his herbs later. While pressing the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding, he was greatly relieved - there was no poison in the wound. The bleeding finally slowed and Aragorn applied altheas on the wound and bandaged his thigh. Aragorn then started to work on Legolas' other wounds. He cleaned and bandaged the gash, pleased that there was no poison in his wounds so far.
But he was not so lucky for the shoulder arrow. The moment he took off Legolas' shirt, he mentally slapped himself. *How could I be so careless? There is poison in the arrow! If I had not been so unobservant, I would have noticed the slight darkening of the blood around his shoulder. The arrow was still deep in Legolas' shoulder, so he cut the shaft to a more comfortable length, and then steeling himself, he yanked the arrow out with one hand and pressing his friend down with the other.
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Legolas felt a sharp searing pain on his left shoulder as he slowly returned to consciousness. Then he felt a slight pressure on it, making him wince in pain. In the midst of all these, he heard a something about " stubborn elf, just like my horse" or something like that. Legolas stirred slowly. He heard a familiar voice that was slathered with concern. " Legolas?" When he did not answer, he tried again, a little louder this time. " Legolas? Are you with me?" " Yes, of course. Where else do you think I would be?" Legolas answered as Aragorn forced the purged the poison out of his body, making him groan in pain. When Aragorn was finally done with his bandages, he started to stand to continue on their journey back to Rivendell. " Laa Legolas! You stay where you are. You have lost too much blood and there was poison on the orc's arrow. I do not even know what type of poison it is and what the antidote is. Besides, I can't risk you to let more blood bleed from your wounds. Let us camp here tonight and you rest well, all right mellon nin?" Legolas sighed. "Am I supposed to say no after you have just gave out all your orders? Master?" he added teasingly. Aragorn snorted and walked away to set up the camp. Legolas sat by himself, massaging his throbbing head. For some unknown reason, all the wounds hurt really badly and he felt very tired. He rested his head in the tree trunk and started dozing off.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. One favour: review more. Calling out to more people to review as well. I tried to do as u said, hope it works.
Ungwale Quenta
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, but to the old great Tolkien. I still love every one of them anyway.
Legolas blacked out. Aragorn was worried and angry. Worried for his best friend that had just blacked out with no warning. Angry that he was so lost in his thoughts that he did not notice Legolas' ragged breathing. Shaking away those negative thoughts, Aragorn decided to stop the bleeding on his thigh first, since that it was bleeding so badly that his right side of his leggings has been stained a crimson red. If Legolas wasn't bleeding so badly, Aragorn would have laughed at the sight of a pair of leggings that was crimson red on one side and a light blue on the other. Aragorn removed Legolas' bloody leggings and two muscular thighs except that one had a really deep gash that nearly showed the bone. He tore a small piece of cloth from his cloak and used it to apply pressure on his wound. He did not want to use his hands as it would most probably get in his way and dirty his herbs later. While pressing the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding, he was greatly relieved - there was no poison in the wound. The bleeding finally slowed and Aragorn applied altheas on the wound and bandaged his thigh. Aragorn then started to work on Legolas' other wounds. He cleaned and bandaged the gash, pleased that there was no poison in his wounds so far.
But he was not so lucky for the shoulder arrow. The moment he took off Legolas' shirt, he mentally slapped himself. *How could I be so careless? There is poison in the arrow! If I had not been so unobservant, I would have noticed the slight darkening of the blood around his shoulder. The arrow was still deep in Legolas' shoulder, so he cut the shaft to a more comfortable length, and then steeling himself, he yanked the arrow out with one hand and pressing his friend down with the other.
* * *
Legolas felt a sharp searing pain on his left shoulder as he slowly returned to consciousness. Then he felt a slight pressure on it, making him wince in pain. In the midst of all these, he heard a something about " stubborn elf, just like my horse" or something like that. Legolas stirred slowly. He heard a familiar voice that was slathered with concern. " Legolas?" When he did not answer, he tried again, a little louder this time. " Legolas? Are you with me?" " Yes, of course. Where else do you think I would be?" Legolas answered as Aragorn forced the purged the poison out of his body, making him groan in pain. When Aragorn was finally done with his bandages, he started to stand to continue on their journey back to Rivendell. " Laa Legolas! You stay where you are. You have lost too much blood and there was poison on the orc's arrow. I do not even know what type of poison it is and what the antidote is. Besides, I can't risk you to let more blood bleed from your wounds. Let us camp here tonight and you rest well, all right mellon nin?" Legolas sighed. "Am I supposed to say no after you have just gave out all your orders? Master?" he added teasingly. Aragorn snorted and walked away to set up the camp. Legolas sat by himself, massaging his throbbing head. For some unknown reason, all the wounds hurt really badly and he felt very tired. He rested his head in the tree trunk and started dozing off.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. One favour: review more. Calling out to more people to review as well. I tried to do as u said, hope it works.