Aragorn and Gimli knelt down next to the elf once more, and both exchanged worried glanced. The only other time Aragorn had seen Legolas in such pain was on the day he came back from the dead after the first confrontation with Saurman. The memories flooded back into his mind and he suppressed a cry of despair. " Legolas talk to us my friend."
Legolas's head swarm at the voice and he groaned. " A-ragorn?"
" I'm here and so is Gimli. Stay with us Legolas show us your strength once more or Gimli will boast of the strength that dwarves hold is greater than elves on the battle fields."
Fire grew in the elf's unfocused eyes. " A dwarf will never..." He broke of as a violent coughing fit wracked his body. Blood splattered from his mouth, but he had not the strength nor energy to wipe his mouth. " best an elf.." Legolas finished weakly. His voice held none of the fire it normally would have held with such a comment.
Aragorn wiped the elf's mouth and rested the elf's head on the cloak he took off. He then rebound the wound once more around the rock. He didn't dare want to drug the elf in fear he would never wake up. " Legolas talk to us.. tell us something we don't know."
" I'm.. sorry... Aragorn.. I couldn't.... fight..." Legolas choked.
Gimli watched the sun set and every moment the darkness grew his hope lessened that Gandalf and the elven Lord of Rivendell would make it in time.
" Sorry for what Legolas?" Aragorn asked slowly.
" For.. constantly.. burdening... you.. for.. being.. weak.. for.." Again another violent coughing fit claimed him and more blood flew from his mouth.
" You have never been a burden to me my friend.. and you have never been weak." Aragorn stated firmly. He could only imagine what was running through the elf's mind. He began a new strategy. " Concentrate on your surroundings, and listen to my voice. You must not fall asleep." He leaned over and felt the elf's cold forehead. His face deepened into a frown at the ice cold skin of the elf. " Tell me what is it that you see?"
Legolas's unfocused eyes widened at the voice he heard. " No.. stay away!" He shouted hoarsely. He trembled and cried out through a cough. He was delirious and the voices of the past came to haunt him. " leave him alone... not again... Saruman..." Legolas begged desperately.
" Keep watch for the time being Gimli.. for their return.." Aragorn said with a sigh. Aragorn then turned back to the elf and calmed him down. " Legolas come on my friend you must pull through this. They will arrive soon." His face darkened when he found his friend had a fever, and cursed when he found the wound was infected. " Gandalf hurry with Ada.." He whispered into the wind.
Another Violent coughing spell came over the prince and more blood came from his mouth. His broken ribs had pierced his left lung. He gasped desperately in a painful manor for air. " Estel?" He choked.
" What is it Legolas?" Aragorn asked softly as he wiped the blood away.
" Make it end.. please..." Legolas choked out in a pleading manor.
Never had Aragorn heard his friend act like this. He knew the elf shunned away and downplayed his pain, and sometimes it made the human think the elf was immune to pain. But this... this the human couldn't deal with, but yet he couldn't bring himself to grant the suffering elf's wish. " Nay Legolas they will arrive soon and ease your suffering. You just have to hold on until then." He said as he grasped the elf's hand.
TBC....
Reviewers:
Deana: Another poor Legolas! Well... we'll just have to see what happens to our prince next won't we...
Pixisticks: lol I don't know... I suppose it makes good writing. Make him well? well we'll just have to see what is in store.
