Ungwale Quenta
By Nienna Elenstar
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings does not belong to me!!!! ( Going on and on and getting tired of it...)
A/N: By the way, this chapter is to Lady of the Twilight Woods. Thank you so much for reviewing!!! I love you!!! Please review more!!! Though you've only reviewed like once, but I find your review extremely... um... good. I thank you in advance... Now, thank yous aside, on with the story...
* This is all so freaky. Is this some horror movie? *
Aragorn thought as he walked to the herbs room, where he knew his father would be, all cooped up and engrossed in inventing a more effective painkiller for Legolas.
Praying hard that Elrond was in a good mood (which he usually will not be when he is concocting something), he knocked on the door.
"Ada? May I come in?"
"Yeah, okay," came the grunt from inside. From the sound of the voice, it seemed that Elrond was not in a good mood, and he'd better watch out so not to get a tongue-lashing.
He opened the door, and found his father bent over some herbs, testing each container and then flipping over each book. He stood like that until Elrond finally looked up.
"What do you want from me?" as he looked down again.
"Well... Ada... Legolas has some weird symptoms. For once, he has totally lost his "in pain" look and has taken on a serene, then guilty look. I have no idea what the hell is he doing. Is it the poison?"
Elrond answered almost immediately.
"Ion nin, this is not the work of the poison. The poison takes over his system, but does not affect his nervous system. Looking serene? Then guilty? I will check it out later, as I am no psychologist, but I have books on the subject, with so much trouble around," giving Aragorn a smirk.
"Ada, you find me troublesome? Oh, I am so heartbroken," Aragorn faking hurt with wid gestures.
"Very funny, and now if you excuse me, I would want to finish concocting the painkiller by tonight, and good night."
Aragorn walked out of the room, feeling happier that he had cheered his father up by pulling a similar trick that Elladan had pulled when he was feeling down.
But then, going to his father was not of much use. His Ada had only said he would check it up, but the didn't say what was ailing his friend. Sighing, he headed back to his room, with a strange vision that Elladan and Elorhir had better come back soon, or something undesirable would happen...
Meanwhile, Elrond also had a similar vision, and set to work on the painkiller, felling that the need of it may not be Legolas alone.
* * *
Meanwhile, on Elladan's side, the twin brothers had successfully gotten away from the orcs and Uruk-Hais. Unfortunately, not even Elladan escaped without a cut or wound.
Elladan fared better and only sustained a gash on his shoulder. Elorhir however, did not do so well. He had an arrow sticking out of his thigh and had a rather deep gash on his stomach. But one good thing – they managed to get the bag of herbs out safely, and in that bag there was also a smaller pouch of healing herbs and bandages.
They, or Elladan, since Elorhir was unconscious due to the over-excessive amount of blood loss. He had started shooting off his last arrows and started running around, dodging the many knives that were shooting out from the hands of countless orcs and Uruk-Hais.
Finally, he had managed to run around to appear like he was dancing and yet dodge in such perfect synchronisation to appear that he was dancing, and that stunned the enemies for a moment. Taking full use of the brief moment, he quickly grabbed his brother who was nearby and rushed into the mountains.
He had run at least a mile before he stopped and was sure that he had shaken off the orcs and Uruk-Hais, and with the dead weight of his brother, he was indeed very tired, even for an elf.
Elladan quickly cleaned his wound and bandaged it up, so that it would not get in the way when he tended to his brothers wounds later. Finishing up the final touches, he took a deep breath and started to work on his brother. Luck was on their side and none of them had sustained wounds with poison.
He quickly unbutton his brother's tunic and used his own cloak as a cloth. Luck was on his side that day and both wounds had stopped bleeding a few minutes after he applied pressure to it, with a number of moans coming form Elorhir in between. Applying some altheas to the wounds, he wrapped them with a few rounds of bandages.
Sitting back to admire his handiwork, he realized that he had no horse. How were they going to make it make to Rivendell in time to save Legolas? They were already late, according to his calculations, and he had that foreboding that something bad was going to happen soon. Elorhir also needed medical attention as soon as possible.
The environment here was very unhygienic, with the orcs and Uruk-Hais patrolling and all. If they did not leave this place soon, Elorhir's wounds may get infected, even after cleaning and stuff.
But his worries were short-lived. Apparently the horses had escaped to the place where they were now when he had ordered them to run when they were cornered by the foul-smelling creatures.
Elladan did not know where they went, but decided to try whistling for them, if they were somewhere near. When he saw the two horses trotting in his direction shortly after he whistled for them, he thanked Valar and made a mental note to give both horses a nice grooming session personally when they returned to Rivendell.
He did not want to disturb his sleeping brother, but he knew that if he did not want to have an encounter with the orcs anytime soon, he had better mount the horse and leave. Besides, both of them needed medical attention and Legolas was in need of the antidote.
"Elorhir, we need to set off now. The orcs would most probably be here in a few hours. And you need treatment for those ugly wounds," Elladan said, trying to wake his brother up.
"Leave me alone. I want to finish eating my chicken," replied Elorhir, obviously in some food dream.
Elladan had to pinch himself to refrain from laughing. They were in such perilous conditions, yet his twin was in a mood to dream. Shaking his head, he proceeded to carry his brother, more than happy to leave him in his happy dream, as he knew that the sleep was only induced by the overtiredness.
He winced as he lifted his brother up as his shoulder protested against the weight that he was carrying, Elorhir also, injuries being moved, also jolted awake as Elladan put him down on his horse.
"Elladan? What happened to my food dream? Why am I on your horse? Why are you wincing? Are you in pain?" he asked, meant as a concern but not a whole lot of questions.
"Wait, on at a time. You were dreaming, and now you are awake. You can barely move, and you have lost a lot of blood, so you shall ride with me. I CARRIED you, moron, and my arm's hurting, and when I called you earlier, you were too busy dreaming."
"Oh," obviously embarrassed by not waking when he was prompted to.
"No sweat, but let's get going. Orcs will be here soon," Elladan quickly interrupted his brother's thoughts and was eager to get out of this place.
"Okay," replied Elorhir, still feeling a little sore as he was not able to ride his own horse home as Elladan brought the horse to a fast gallop, with his horse trailing behind.
A/N: Um.. sorry if that was rather short, but I promised that it would be up today, and I did not get a chance to speak with my friend that was supposed to help me on the Legolas suicide part, but heck! She was not online! Okay enough of all this ranting and I promise if you review as much as possible, I will make Sunday's update (as promised) longer. Yeah, but until then, please review. Love you loads! (and you-noe who, you had better send me tt essay tt I asked you 2 write hor.or at least let mi ask u some ques, k? ) =)
By Nienna Elenstar
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings does not belong to me!!!! ( Going on and on and getting tired of it...)
A/N: By the way, this chapter is to Lady of the Twilight Woods. Thank you so much for reviewing!!! I love you!!! Please review more!!! Though you've only reviewed like once, but I find your review extremely... um... good. I thank you in advance... Now, thank yous aside, on with the story...
* This is all so freaky. Is this some horror movie? *
Aragorn thought as he walked to the herbs room, where he knew his father would be, all cooped up and engrossed in inventing a more effective painkiller for Legolas.
Praying hard that Elrond was in a good mood (which he usually will not be when he is concocting something), he knocked on the door.
"Ada? May I come in?"
"Yeah, okay," came the grunt from inside. From the sound of the voice, it seemed that Elrond was not in a good mood, and he'd better watch out so not to get a tongue-lashing.
He opened the door, and found his father bent over some herbs, testing each container and then flipping over each book. He stood like that until Elrond finally looked up.
"What do you want from me?" as he looked down again.
"Well... Ada... Legolas has some weird symptoms. For once, he has totally lost his "in pain" look and has taken on a serene, then guilty look. I have no idea what the hell is he doing. Is it the poison?"
Elrond answered almost immediately.
"Ion nin, this is not the work of the poison. The poison takes over his system, but does not affect his nervous system. Looking serene? Then guilty? I will check it out later, as I am no psychologist, but I have books on the subject, with so much trouble around," giving Aragorn a smirk.
"Ada, you find me troublesome? Oh, I am so heartbroken," Aragorn faking hurt with wid gestures.
"Very funny, and now if you excuse me, I would want to finish concocting the painkiller by tonight, and good night."
Aragorn walked out of the room, feeling happier that he had cheered his father up by pulling a similar trick that Elladan had pulled when he was feeling down.
But then, going to his father was not of much use. His Ada had only said he would check it up, but the didn't say what was ailing his friend. Sighing, he headed back to his room, with a strange vision that Elladan and Elorhir had better come back soon, or something undesirable would happen...
Meanwhile, Elrond also had a similar vision, and set to work on the painkiller, felling that the need of it may not be Legolas alone.
* * *
Meanwhile, on Elladan's side, the twin brothers had successfully gotten away from the orcs and Uruk-Hais. Unfortunately, not even Elladan escaped without a cut or wound.
Elladan fared better and only sustained a gash on his shoulder. Elorhir however, did not do so well. He had an arrow sticking out of his thigh and had a rather deep gash on his stomach. But one good thing – they managed to get the bag of herbs out safely, and in that bag there was also a smaller pouch of healing herbs and bandages.
They, or Elladan, since Elorhir was unconscious due to the over-excessive amount of blood loss. He had started shooting off his last arrows and started running around, dodging the many knives that were shooting out from the hands of countless orcs and Uruk-Hais.
Finally, he had managed to run around to appear like he was dancing and yet dodge in such perfect synchronisation to appear that he was dancing, and that stunned the enemies for a moment. Taking full use of the brief moment, he quickly grabbed his brother who was nearby and rushed into the mountains.
He had run at least a mile before he stopped and was sure that he had shaken off the orcs and Uruk-Hais, and with the dead weight of his brother, he was indeed very tired, even for an elf.
Elladan quickly cleaned his wound and bandaged it up, so that it would not get in the way when he tended to his brothers wounds later. Finishing up the final touches, he took a deep breath and started to work on his brother. Luck was on their side and none of them had sustained wounds with poison.
He quickly unbutton his brother's tunic and used his own cloak as a cloth. Luck was on his side that day and both wounds had stopped bleeding a few minutes after he applied pressure to it, with a number of moans coming form Elorhir in between. Applying some altheas to the wounds, he wrapped them with a few rounds of bandages.
Sitting back to admire his handiwork, he realized that he had no horse. How were they going to make it make to Rivendell in time to save Legolas? They were already late, according to his calculations, and he had that foreboding that something bad was going to happen soon. Elorhir also needed medical attention as soon as possible.
The environment here was very unhygienic, with the orcs and Uruk-Hais patrolling and all. If they did not leave this place soon, Elorhir's wounds may get infected, even after cleaning and stuff.
But his worries were short-lived. Apparently the horses had escaped to the place where they were now when he had ordered them to run when they were cornered by the foul-smelling creatures.
Elladan did not know where they went, but decided to try whistling for them, if they were somewhere near. When he saw the two horses trotting in his direction shortly after he whistled for them, he thanked Valar and made a mental note to give both horses a nice grooming session personally when they returned to Rivendell.
He did not want to disturb his sleeping brother, but he knew that if he did not want to have an encounter with the orcs anytime soon, he had better mount the horse and leave. Besides, both of them needed medical attention and Legolas was in need of the antidote.
"Elorhir, we need to set off now. The orcs would most probably be here in a few hours. And you need treatment for those ugly wounds," Elladan said, trying to wake his brother up.
"Leave me alone. I want to finish eating my chicken," replied Elorhir, obviously in some food dream.
Elladan had to pinch himself to refrain from laughing. They were in such perilous conditions, yet his twin was in a mood to dream. Shaking his head, he proceeded to carry his brother, more than happy to leave him in his happy dream, as he knew that the sleep was only induced by the overtiredness.
He winced as he lifted his brother up as his shoulder protested against the weight that he was carrying, Elorhir also, injuries being moved, also jolted awake as Elladan put him down on his horse.
"Elladan? What happened to my food dream? Why am I on your horse? Why are you wincing? Are you in pain?" he asked, meant as a concern but not a whole lot of questions.
"Wait, on at a time. You were dreaming, and now you are awake. You can barely move, and you have lost a lot of blood, so you shall ride with me. I CARRIED you, moron, and my arm's hurting, and when I called you earlier, you were too busy dreaming."
"Oh," obviously embarrassed by not waking when he was prompted to.
"No sweat, but let's get going. Orcs will be here soon," Elladan quickly interrupted his brother's thoughts and was eager to get out of this place.
"Okay," replied Elorhir, still feeling a little sore as he was not able to ride his own horse home as Elladan brought the horse to a fast gallop, with his horse trailing behind.
A/N: Um.. sorry if that was rather short, but I promised that it would be up today, and I did not get a chance to speak with my friend that was supposed to help me on the Legolas suicide part, but heck! She was not online! Okay enough of all this ranting and I promise if you review as much as possible, I will make Sunday's update (as promised) longer. Yeah, but until then, please review. Love you loads! (and you-noe who, you had better send me tt essay tt I asked you 2 write hor.or at least let mi ask u some ques, k? ) =)