Ungwale Quenta
By Nienna Elenstar
Chapter 8
Disclaimer: Here I go again. Listen (or rather, read): LOTR does not belong to me, and I mean everything, including the characters, settings, blah, blah, blah.
A/N: This chapter is for wisk8. Thank you for reviewing! Please review more! Love you!
"Elorhir!" Elladan cried out. It was like two weeks since they had set out from Rivendell to find the herbs that grew near Mordor to help heal Legolas.
He wondered how his friend was faring right now, but decided this wasn't the right time.
After days of constant alert and searching, they had successfully found the various herbs that their Ada needed without being found by the uncountable troops of orcs and Uruk-hai patrolling the area.
Unfortunately, once they had put the last herb they needed into the bag, a lone orc who was walking around mindlessly bumped into them, and before they could even react, he had called out for re-enforcement and the had surrounded them.
Being elves, and warriors, they started fighting. It was actually insane, two elves against at least 50 orcs. Elladan was quite well, sustaining only a superficial cut or two. But he couldn't say the same for his other twin. There were so many orcs around him that he did not notice an orc creeping behind him and slashed his back.
*No one messes with my twin brother and gets away with it. *
Giving out a war cry, he charged towards that cursed orc, like a bull charging towards a piece of red cloth. He was determined to get out of this cursed place with his brother alive.
* * *
Elrond sat in his spacious study, eyebrows locked against each other. It was already two weeks since his twin sons left for Mordor. He was deeply worried, as his sons would normally return much ahead of schedule.
This time, they were behind schedule. Had they met with some misfortune? Legolas was getting no better, and according to his examination with Legolas yesterday, the poison was still spreading, and it seemed that it was multiplying.
Legolas was in such a bad state; sometimes he thought that killing him would be the best. He was now suicidal (wadeva, hint, hint), as he thought that he was far too ugly to be an elf, all because of the stupid burn on his thigh, locked himself in the room and would only permit entry to Aragorn and only in certain circumstances would Elrond be permitted entry.
It was strange, the number of wounds and injuries on his body was chalking up, poison spreading, emotional breakdown, and what in the Adar was his natural elven healing doing? Of course, the emotional part had to be left out, but those wounds that were sustained three weeks ago; they should actually be healed completely, leaving no scars.
But they were showing no signs of healing; they had only just closed up a few days ago. Even with numerous applications of althaeas and cream, bandaging, Legolas still complained that it hurt when he moved.
It was unfortunate to have such a cursed thing to happen to his sons' best friend.
There was nothing to do now but wait for the twins to return, and perhaps some painkillers could be given.
Determined to help Legolas as much as possible, he left his study for his herbs room, with a brand new confidence and determination.
* * *
Legolas' POV
This is simply living hell. I think all the bad luck in Middle-Earth has befallen me. I know this is also most probably fate, but bad luck sounds more comforting, as fate makes me sound like a real cursed person.
I know the next line will sound really selfish, but where in Middle-Earth are Elladan and Elorhir? It has already been two weeks, and this is far more than sufficient time to Mordor and back.
I am hurting so badly, both physically and emotionally. It hurts everywhere. The wounds hurt. The burn is slightly better now, but it still stings. Why haven't all this healed?
Worse, Lord Elrond has confirmed that I am half paralysed. I fear that I will turn into a woman, although both father and son has strongly disagreed, but you know how the two can lie well.
Elrond says that I will recover, as soon as the herbs arrive. I have barely enough energy to even sit up by myself, my chest hurt badly, and even the painkillers don't take away the pain enough to be more comfortable.
I can't even turn to sleep now. Every time I accidentally, or sub- consciously turn, the pain shooting out from everywhere just jolts me awake. It is just pure torture. I know warriors don't usually think like that, but this is becoming unbearable.
Everything seriously sucks. Life sucks. I think if this carries on, I may end up dead, and I think it will be a matter of time. I have given this a lot of thought, and this would be the best for everyone.
Committing suicide.
I cannot wait for Elladan and Elorhir anymore. I am afraid this pain has become a stage where no one can endure it. I will miss Aragorn, the twins, Elrond, Ada. But I would rather leave them than to endure anymore of this pain.
This is selfish, yes, to leave them grieving for me, so to make up to my conscience, I will give Elladan and Elorhir three days to make it back to Rivendell, wherever they are, but after that, then is when I will end my life.
Three days of intensive torture in exchange for my loved ones' loss of grieve had better be worth it.
But for now, I had better make preparations...
End POV
* * *
Aragorn walked into Legolas' room carrying a tray of food enough for two. He had decided to eat with Legolas since the dining hall was in such a sombre mood.
Elrond was in his herbs room, poring over some herbs and liquids, trying to create a more effective painkiller to help ease the pain. He had since brought food over to Elrond. He felt like a servant today.
His day was spent on the archery field, since Legolas wanted time to himself, and Elrond wanted absolutely no disturbance unless absolutely necessary.
"Legolas? How are you today?" Aragorn asked, as that became a habit over the past few weeks. Even as he put the tray of food down, he had received no answer.
"Legolas?" he asked, concerned. Legolas lay on his bad, still as ever, but one thing had changed – he looked so peaceful, so serene.
Slowly, Legolas turned over to face him, wincing as he turned, and then went mumbling something about "bear with it" and "three days time".
After that, he took on a very scary look – peaceful and happy.
* God! He was supposed to be in pain! Is he getting better? No, he just winced when he turned over. This is all so freaky... *
"Yes Aragorn, I am fine," Legolas replied sweetly, freaking Aragorn out even more.
"Ar... Are you sure? You want some dinner?" This time, Aragorn spoke with such fright that even the person in question was alarmed.
"Aragorn? Are you all right? Dinner is fine though," Legolas replied, wincing with every movement as he tried to sit up.
Convincing himself that the odd behaviour was nothing more than part of this wretched poison, he quickly got his bearings and placed some food on a plate and passed it to Legolas.
He was glad that his best friend finally had the appetite to eat, but then as he ate his own food, he realized that Legolas was not even eating, he was just playing around with the food.
"Legolas, why are you not eating?"
"Oh, eat. Yeah," and he started eating; if you count shoving food without even looking at what he was eating .He was just staring off into space! If Aragorn had not stopped him, he would have stuffed a piece of bone into his mouth.
"Legolas!" Aragorn had enough of this weird behaviour, his friend here was behaving like a retarded fool, having no idea of what he was doing and barely noticing his surroundings and the people around him. Yet his eyes had a peaceful and happy look, like when someone has found a solution to a difficult problem.
He did not want to risk having his friend to nearly choke to death again, so he said, "I'll feed you."
One part of him hoped that the previous Legolas would resurface and shout at him, telling him that he was not a baby and could feed himself, yet the other part of him guessed correctly – he barely gave an answer and continued staring off into space.
As he fed Legolas like a mother feeding her child, only that the child was totally still and ignoring him, Aragorn made up his mind to tell his Ada about the freaky way that his friend was behaving.
A/N: Chapter 8 completed! March hols are here so you will find a new update probably by Thursday or Friday, and another on Sunday again. I would like more reviews, so please click that button there, yeah there. Thank you! =)
Another thing to share: "When you're like 12-13, you may think that you are crazy. In the morning when you wake up, you are soooo happy. In the afternoon, you feel so bored, in the evening you may think that life just sucks! And before you go to bed, you cry and you fell all happy again. This is crazy!" That was from my school counsellor. Just tot I would share this with you...
By Nienna Elenstar
Chapter 8
Disclaimer: Here I go again. Listen (or rather, read): LOTR does not belong to me, and I mean everything, including the characters, settings, blah, blah, blah.
A/N: This chapter is for wisk8. Thank you for reviewing! Please review more! Love you!
"Elorhir!" Elladan cried out. It was like two weeks since they had set out from Rivendell to find the herbs that grew near Mordor to help heal Legolas.
He wondered how his friend was faring right now, but decided this wasn't the right time.
After days of constant alert and searching, they had successfully found the various herbs that their Ada needed without being found by the uncountable troops of orcs and Uruk-hai patrolling the area.
Unfortunately, once they had put the last herb they needed into the bag, a lone orc who was walking around mindlessly bumped into them, and before they could even react, he had called out for re-enforcement and the had surrounded them.
Being elves, and warriors, they started fighting. It was actually insane, two elves against at least 50 orcs. Elladan was quite well, sustaining only a superficial cut or two. But he couldn't say the same for his other twin. There were so many orcs around him that he did not notice an orc creeping behind him and slashed his back.
*No one messes with my twin brother and gets away with it. *
Giving out a war cry, he charged towards that cursed orc, like a bull charging towards a piece of red cloth. He was determined to get out of this cursed place with his brother alive.
* * *
Elrond sat in his spacious study, eyebrows locked against each other. It was already two weeks since his twin sons left for Mordor. He was deeply worried, as his sons would normally return much ahead of schedule.
This time, they were behind schedule. Had they met with some misfortune? Legolas was getting no better, and according to his examination with Legolas yesterday, the poison was still spreading, and it seemed that it was multiplying.
Legolas was in such a bad state; sometimes he thought that killing him would be the best. He was now suicidal (wadeva, hint, hint), as he thought that he was far too ugly to be an elf, all because of the stupid burn on his thigh, locked himself in the room and would only permit entry to Aragorn and only in certain circumstances would Elrond be permitted entry.
It was strange, the number of wounds and injuries on his body was chalking up, poison spreading, emotional breakdown, and what in the Adar was his natural elven healing doing? Of course, the emotional part had to be left out, but those wounds that were sustained three weeks ago; they should actually be healed completely, leaving no scars.
But they were showing no signs of healing; they had only just closed up a few days ago. Even with numerous applications of althaeas and cream, bandaging, Legolas still complained that it hurt when he moved.
It was unfortunate to have such a cursed thing to happen to his sons' best friend.
There was nothing to do now but wait for the twins to return, and perhaps some painkillers could be given.
Determined to help Legolas as much as possible, he left his study for his herbs room, with a brand new confidence and determination.
* * *
Legolas' POV
This is simply living hell. I think all the bad luck in Middle-Earth has befallen me. I know this is also most probably fate, but bad luck sounds more comforting, as fate makes me sound like a real cursed person.
I know the next line will sound really selfish, but where in Middle-Earth are Elladan and Elorhir? It has already been two weeks, and this is far more than sufficient time to Mordor and back.
I am hurting so badly, both physically and emotionally. It hurts everywhere. The wounds hurt. The burn is slightly better now, but it still stings. Why haven't all this healed?
Worse, Lord Elrond has confirmed that I am half paralysed. I fear that I will turn into a woman, although both father and son has strongly disagreed, but you know how the two can lie well.
Elrond says that I will recover, as soon as the herbs arrive. I have barely enough energy to even sit up by myself, my chest hurt badly, and even the painkillers don't take away the pain enough to be more comfortable.
I can't even turn to sleep now. Every time I accidentally, or sub- consciously turn, the pain shooting out from everywhere just jolts me awake. It is just pure torture. I know warriors don't usually think like that, but this is becoming unbearable.
Everything seriously sucks. Life sucks. I think if this carries on, I may end up dead, and I think it will be a matter of time. I have given this a lot of thought, and this would be the best for everyone.
Committing suicide.
I cannot wait for Elladan and Elorhir anymore. I am afraid this pain has become a stage where no one can endure it. I will miss Aragorn, the twins, Elrond, Ada. But I would rather leave them than to endure anymore of this pain.
This is selfish, yes, to leave them grieving for me, so to make up to my conscience, I will give Elladan and Elorhir three days to make it back to Rivendell, wherever they are, but after that, then is when I will end my life.
Three days of intensive torture in exchange for my loved ones' loss of grieve had better be worth it.
But for now, I had better make preparations...
End POV
* * *
Aragorn walked into Legolas' room carrying a tray of food enough for two. He had decided to eat with Legolas since the dining hall was in such a sombre mood.
Elrond was in his herbs room, poring over some herbs and liquids, trying to create a more effective painkiller to help ease the pain. He had since brought food over to Elrond. He felt like a servant today.
His day was spent on the archery field, since Legolas wanted time to himself, and Elrond wanted absolutely no disturbance unless absolutely necessary.
"Legolas? How are you today?" Aragorn asked, as that became a habit over the past few weeks. Even as he put the tray of food down, he had received no answer.
"Legolas?" he asked, concerned. Legolas lay on his bad, still as ever, but one thing had changed – he looked so peaceful, so serene.
Slowly, Legolas turned over to face him, wincing as he turned, and then went mumbling something about "bear with it" and "three days time".
After that, he took on a very scary look – peaceful and happy.
* God! He was supposed to be in pain! Is he getting better? No, he just winced when he turned over. This is all so freaky... *
"Yes Aragorn, I am fine," Legolas replied sweetly, freaking Aragorn out even more.
"Ar... Are you sure? You want some dinner?" This time, Aragorn spoke with such fright that even the person in question was alarmed.
"Aragorn? Are you all right? Dinner is fine though," Legolas replied, wincing with every movement as he tried to sit up.
Convincing himself that the odd behaviour was nothing more than part of this wretched poison, he quickly got his bearings and placed some food on a plate and passed it to Legolas.
He was glad that his best friend finally had the appetite to eat, but then as he ate his own food, he realized that Legolas was not even eating, he was just playing around with the food.
"Legolas, why are you not eating?"
"Oh, eat. Yeah," and he started eating; if you count shoving food without even looking at what he was eating .He was just staring off into space! If Aragorn had not stopped him, he would have stuffed a piece of bone into his mouth.
"Legolas!" Aragorn had enough of this weird behaviour, his friend here was behaving like a retarded fool, having no idea of what he was doing and barely noticing his surroundings and the people around him. Yet his eyes had a peaceful and happy look, like when someone has found a solution to a difficult problem.
He did not want to risk having his friend to nearly choke to death again, so he said, "I'll feed you."
One part of him hoped that the previous Legolas would resurface and shout at him, telling him that he was not a baby and could feed himself, yet the other part of him guessed correctly – he barely gave an answer and continued staring off into space.
As he fed Legolas like a mother feeding her child, only that the child was totally still and ignoring him, Aragorn made up his mind to tell his Ada about the freaky way that his friend was behaving.
A/N: Chapter 8 completed! March hols are here so you will find a new update probably by Thursday or Friday, and another on Sunday again. I would like more reviews, so please click that button there, yeah there. Thank you! =)
Another thing to share: "When you're like 12-13, you may think that you are crazy. In the morning when you wake up, you are soooo happy. In the afternoon, you feel so bored, in the evening you may think that life just sucks! And before you go to bed, you cry and you fell all happy again. This is crazy!" That was from my school counsellor. Just tot I would share this with you...