Fight for life
Aragorn stopped. They needed to make camp because he could sparsely see in the quiet darkness. He concealed himself and his friend in a small rock dugout. It would have to work. Aragorn set up a thin mat for his friend to lie on, made a fire, and burned water so he could clean Legolas' wounds. The poor Elf had a fever and was very sick.
Legolas opened his eyes slowly. "A cave." He whimpered slightly. "Dark." He said. Aragorn went to his side. "It's okay, mellon nin. I'm here. It is simply a rock dugout. Now rest assured I will not let anything harm you." Aragorn said. It scared Aragorn when the Elf fell asleep with his eyes shut. "I need to get you to Rivendell, and soon." Aragorn said to the sleeping Elf.
The burning water had cooled overnight and was free of disease or germs. Legolas was awake. "I have to clean the wounds, Legolas. Please don't be stubborn with me." Aragorn said as he brought over the water and some clean rags. Legolas rolled his eyes. "Since when have I ever been stubborn about my wounds?" Legolas asked. "Since the day I met you." Aragorn said, smiling that the Elf was being a bit sarcastic.
Legolas narrowed his eyes, which had dark circles forming under and around them (A/N: like Frodo in the Fellowship of the ring when he was riding with Arwen to Rivendell.). "I have not. I simply do not wish-" Legolas started. "Ha! You make me laugh. The first day I met you, you got into a fight with a group of Orcs, you were stabbed. Do you remember? You wouldn't even let Elrond help you! We had to wait until the wound made you fall in a deep sleep." Aragorn said, putting one rag in the pot of water.
"That was how long ago? I'm not stupid. I wasn't about to let someone help me with my wounds when I could do it myself." Legolas said, a small smile forming on his fair Elven face. "You can't do this, mellon nin. Let me help you clean them, please." Aragorn said, trying to convince the Elf that he was more injured than he thought.
Legolas coughed. He shook his head. "I will allow Lord Elrond to do it." He said. His fever was growing worse. "You don't have that fever from your wounds, Legolas. It is poison that causes the fever to come on like that. You were poisoned." Aragorn said. Legolas shook his head. "So that's what they injected me with! No wonder!" Legolas said, trying to make something good out of a bad situation.
Aragorn's smile vanished. "Please tell me it wasn't black liquid. Please." Aragorn said. Legolas looked at his friend. "It was black and very thick. It hurt to be injected with because it was really thick." Legolas said, his eyes shining in the firelight. Aragorn had a look of defeat on his face. "No. No, no, no, no, no. Not you." Aragorn said, his eyes brimming with tears. Legolas was utterly confused at this point. "What is wrong?" Legolas asked. It hurt him even more to see his friend so upset. Aragorn turned away.
"It is a deadly weed from Fangorn forest. Orcs and evil Men and even Urak- hai take it. They make a deadly poison from it and if they inject you more than 4 times..." Aragorn's sentence faded on his lips. "How many times were you injected, Legolas?" Aragorn turned to his friend. Legolas' eyes were dim. He couldn't tell what the Prince was going to say. "Seven." Legolas said. "Maybe more." Legolas continued.
A tear rolled down Aragorn's cheek. "No." he whispered. Legolas looked at him. "Aragorn. #Aragorn didn't make a response.# Aragorn, listen to me. Since when has a deadly poison or wound ever stopped you from getting me help? Never. You always save me just in time." Legolas said. "This time is different, Legolas." Aragorn said a bit more sharp than he intended.
Legolas' blue Elven eyes shone. "How, in Elbereth's good name, is it different?" Legolas asked, trying to get a point across. Aragorn didn't respond. "Let me clean your wounds, please." Aragorn said. "Alright." Legolas said.
Aragorn dipped the rag in the water again. He cleaned the wounds carefully but they still made Legolas hiss in pain once in awhile. Legolas went into a deep fever-induced sleep as Aragorn carried him down the path. They needed to get to Rivendell or Legolas would be...Aragorn couldn't gather up the strength to think it, but they really did need to get to Rivendell. And fast.
Aragorn stopped. They needed to make camp because he could sparsely see in the quiet darkness. He concealed himself and his friend in a small rock dugout. It would have to work. Aragorn set up a thin mat for his friend to lie on, made a fire, and burned water so he could clean Legolas' wounds. The poor Elf had a fever and was very sick.
Legolas opened his eyes slowly. "A cave." He whimpered slightly. "Dark." He said. Aragorn went to his side. "It's okay, mellon nin. I'm here. It is simply a rock dugout. Now rest assured I will not let anything harm you." Aragorn said. It scared Aragorn when the Elf fell asleep with his eyes shut. "I need to get you to Rivendell, and soon." Aragorn said to the sleeping Elf.
The burning water had cooled overnight and was free of disease or germs. Legolas was awake. "I have to clean the wounds, Legolas. Please don't be stubborn with me." Aragorn said as he brought over the water and some clean rags. Legolas rolled his eyes. "Since when have I ever been stubborn about my wounds?" Legolas asked. "Since the day I met you." Aragorn said, smiling that the Elf was being a bit sarcastic.
Legolas narrowed his eyes, which had dark circles forming under and around them (A/N: like Frodo in the Fellowship of the ring when he was riding with Arwen to Rivendell.). "I have not. I simply do not wish-" Legolas started. "Ha! You make me laugh. The first day I met you, you got into a fight with a group of Orcs, you were stabbed. Do you remember? You wouldn't even let Elrond help you! We had to wait until the wound made you fall in a deep sleep." Aragorn said, putting one rag in the pot of water.
"That was how long ago? I'm not stupid. I wasn't about to let someone help me with my wounds when I could do it myself." Legolas said, a small smile forming on his fair Elven face. "You can't do this, mellon nin. Let me help you clean them, please." Aragorn said, trying to convince the Elf that he was more injured than he thought.
Legolas coughed. He shook his head. "I will allow Lord Elrond to do it." He said. His fever was growing worse. "You don't have that fever from your wounds, Legolas. It is poison that causes the fever to come on like that. You were poisoned." Aragorn said. Legolas shook his head. "So that's what they injected me with! No wonder!" Legolas said, trying to make something good out of a bad situation.
Aragorn's smile vanished. "Please tell me it wasn't black liquid. Please." Aragorn said. Legolas looked at his friend. "It was black and very thick. It hurt to be injected with because it was really thick." Legolas said, his eyes shining in the firelight. Aragorn had a look of defeat on his face. "No. No, no, no, no, no. Not you." Aragorn said, his eyes brimming with tears. Legolas was utterly confused at this point. "What is wrong?" Legolas asked. It hurt him even more to see his friend so upset. Aragorn turned away.
"It is a deadly weed from Fangorn forest. Orcs and evil Men and even Urak- hai take it. They make a deadly poison from it and if they inject you more than 4 times..." Aragorn's sentence faded on his lips. "How many times were you injected, Legolas?" Aragorn turned to his friend. Legolas' eyes were dim. He couldn't tell what the Prince was going to say. "Seven." Legolas said. "Maybe more." Legolas continued.
A tear rolled down Aragorn's cheek. "No." he whispered. Legolas looked at him. "Aragorn. #Aragorn didn't make a response.# Aragorn, listen to me. Since when has a deadly poison or wound ever stopped you from getting me help? Never. You always save me just in time." Legolas said. "This time is different, Legolas." Aragorn said a bit more sharp than he intended.
Legolas' blue Elven eyes shone. "How, in Elbereth's good name, is it different?" Legolas asked, trying to get a point across. Aragorn didn't respond. "Let me clean your wounds, please." Aragorn said. "Alright." Legolas said.
Aragorn dipped the rag in the water again. He cleaned the wounds carefully but they still made Legolas hiss in pain once in awhile. Legolas went into a deep fever-induced sleep as Aragorn carried him down the path. They needed to get to Rivendell or Legolas would be...Aragorn couldn't gather up the strength to think it, but they really did need to get to Rivendell. And fast.