Chapter 5
Ones Will
Elladan and Elrohir stood by Halbarad's side as they gazed off into the horizon. Elladan had a sinking feeling his younger stepbrother needed him. Their business was done here. They had stopped white wolves from swimming across a shallow part of the Brandywine River to invade the shire. He looked at Elrohir. His brother's eyes sparkled with restlessness. He sensed something as well. "Elladan," said Halbarad slowly, "you are strangely quiet my friend. What troubles you?"
Elladan gave the ranger a sidelong look with a lop sided grin. "Strangely? Well if you must know Hal, I have a feeling that Aragorn is in need of me. Though what he has gotten himself into I cannot imagine." The dark haired elf shrugged his shoulders. Elrohir pulled at the bandage on his arm nervously. He had been bitten in a close quarter's battle. The wound was not serious looking and as of late had showed no signs of poison. Elladan looked at his brother with concern. He was secretly very worried.
Elrohir saw his brother's gaze fall upon his injury and said hastily, "brother, it is of no matter. See? It is mending well and fast. What of Estel?" Elladan decided to let the matter of the wound go for the moment.
"El, I'm not sure what is wrong. All I know is he is in need of us." He turned his face towards Mirkwood. His dark eyes were practically brimming with fear for his youngest brother.
"Dan, if you must go, we have no more need of you for the moment. Family first," responded Halbarad to the troubled elf at his side. Elrohir nodded as he thought things over then he said;
"You know Dan, if anything happened to him Ada would kill us. Anyway the world would be condemned with no living heir." Elladan smiled wryly. 'Leave it to Elrohir to look at the bright side,' he thought sarcastically to himself. Taking his horse's reins, he began to guide the animal away from the host of rangers. Elrohir did the same. Once clearing the rangers of kicking distance they leaped onto their mounts. Their purplish cloaks swished in the breeze. Turning the horses, they shouted a hasty farewell to the Dúnedain. "Namarië! May we meet again soon!" The twins heeled the horses into a canter and rode off into the night towards Mirkwood's shadows.
Legolas slumped to the ground in weariness and pain. The elf holding Aragorn released the ranger of his grip. The human crawled to the prince lying face down in the leaves that had fallen on the ground. Legolas felt dizzy and hot. His face burned. Flashbacks began to rocket through his mind, memories both good and bad.
Flicker. Flicker.
/The sun shone brightly on the young prince's face as he notched an arrow and sent it singing into the bull's eye of a target. He saw his mother sitting by his father. Both of them were smiling at him with pride. The young elfling smiled with satisfaction. His silky, golden hair blew in a breeze. His blue eyes shone with a bright cobalt flame. /
Flicker. Flicker.
/ Legolas's face was streaked with tears as he sat on the ground. A torn knee of his legging shone plainly some accident had taken place. He was only about a hundred in human years, twelve or so in elf years. The knee beneath the tear was bleeding profusely. His mother was at his side, cradling him in her arms. He was sobbing slightly still but that was slowing. His mother's touch had chased away the pain. It faded away./ Legolas moaned softly. 'Mother,' he mouthed.
Aragorn rolled the elf over with great care not to damage his or the immortal's broken bones more than he could help. The young ranger bent next to the ill elf and listened to his breathing. It was so very slow and raspy. He could tell that the prince was in dire need of water. His cracked lips and clammy skin pleaded the issue. The mortal's hand went to his side were his water flask was supposed to be. It was gone. He bowed his head in despair. Legolas shut his eyes as he slipped into a fitful sleep. It was a sleep that Aragorn feared he might never wake from. Aragorn could not sit and watch his friend die of thirst and agony. Maybe he could not stop the agony but Legolas would not die thirsty if he could help it. The ranger looked about the camp and saw an elf standing near the shadows. Probably a posted sentinel keeping a nightly watches over the prisoners. The man looked at the collapsed elf and back at the guard. "Guard!" he called. The elf's sharp gazed turned on him. Aragorn groaned as the elf walked up to him. "My friend needs water." The elf looked at Legolas, his prince whom he was betraying.
"I am not sure of this." He spoke haltingly, for he was not used to the speech of men. The fair being obviously did not know Aragorn spoke many tongues. "I will ask-"
"No! you can't! He will refuse it! Look at Legolas! Just look at-"
"I know what it is you would have me do! The thing is I cannot do it. Did you see what he did to the elves that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? They're dead! Stone cold dead!" The immortal began to shake. He was unmistakably scared. "He murdered them in cold blood and he will do the same to me! He's-I've said too much!" The elf shut down again, snapping his mouth shut with a crack. He put on his heartless front. Aragorn was about to plead his question again but the elf slipped him a flask that was small and looked barely enough for a mouthful when full. With a stare of begged secrecy, he went back to his assigned place.
Aragorn opened the pouch and sniffed the contents of it. It had a strong, sweet and refreshing aroma that lightened his head as soon as he inhaled it. It was some special brew of wine. He knew this stuff. It took only a mouthful to sustain or revive someone. His brothers would carry it when they felt the need to. He looked at Legolas and saw the elf awake, staring at him with hurt eyes. The ranger smiled. "Legolas here." He handed the elf the leather flask. Legolas was too weak to hold and his bound hands made it rest awkward in his grasp; it and it threatened to spill over. The young man quickly took it and held it to the prince's lips. Legolas took a small mouthful and the sweet liquid burned into his system. He felt alive again. He felt no longer the coldness of approaching death. Aragorn took it and sampled a little himself.
Suddenly there was a commotion in the camp. Apparently not all of Iaurgwath's 'followers' agreed to the killing of innocent elves. They were ready to protest it and it appeared they were winning. "We think you have gone too far," said two in unison. Aragorn shrunk to the ground. He wanted to avoid being seen what so ever. If he and Legolas got dragged into the fray they could be killed out of hand. Iaurgwath looked at the contending elves with malice. Miserable miscreants! How dare they undermine his authority.
"You all swore an oath to me! What I say is law!" raged the adviser angrily.
"We swore an oath to King Thranduil as well!" they retorted with bitter regret at the betrayal they had done. "We were under the assumption that nobody would be hurt! You said Prince Legolas would get ruffed up a bit, nothing more! He's half dead!"
Iaurgwath was furious. He would show them ruffed! Oh! If they thought the prince was hurting now wait till they saw what he planned for the little brat princeling later. The spoiled whelp would learn pain well. He stormed over to where the prince lay bound and weak. Cold fear gripped both of the captives' hearts. The angry elf fumed straight to the prince and grasped the front of his bloodied green suede tunic. He jerked the younger elf up to his knees. Legolas glared back at him. He was not going to be broken again. He would die first. His pale face looked luminescent in the darkness of the night. One of his fair eyebrows raised up in question as to what was going on now. Iaurgwath smiled a smile slick with malice. He touched the prince's face where the scrape went across his cheek and eye. Legolas resisted the urge to wince as the cold fingers pressed on it, blood welled through the thin scab. The urge to wince was so strong that he nearly did it. The treacherous elf chuckled wryly. "Oh, your hurt. That's too bad little greeny leafy. We have so many more enthralling talks to have, one on one." He put his fingers along the wounds on Legolas's neck. They stung with fire, for they were still open and bled ever so slightly. Purposefully rubbing along them, he knew how badly they hurt the fair, blonde elf. He watched as Legolas's chin quivered slightly and his white face twitched. It irritated him that the prince's eyes remained firm and steady, not a flicker of fear. Taking the blood that covered his forefinger, he spread it around the prince's left eye in a loop. A crimson ring added to the prince's decorations on his face. It showed dark against the white, clammy skin. Aragorn glared at the adviser with hate and intense anger. "Well would you look at that? Another brilliant work of art!" said Iaurgwath sinisterly. Legolas lowered his eyebrow and raised the opposite gracefully. His look plainly said, 'wonderful. Now release me!' Iaurgwath rolled his eyes, "I thought I had broken you elfling. You were sniveling at my feet only moments ago."
Legolas responded coolly. "Well you thought wrong traitor." It was a snappy and mouthy answer but Legolas did not care anymore.
Iaurgwath pulled him up farther and locked the prince's eyes with his own. "Someday, after I have you bowed on your knees in terror and broken before your father, I will kill you." He took his finger and traced a x over the younger elf's heart. "With a single arrow to still your aching heart."
Legolas raised both his brows now and said simply, "I'm sorry you feel this way. Do as you wish, but that time is a ways off yet." Aragorn sat on his knees and listened in dread. How was Legolas so calm? Was he mad?
"It is not as far off as you think greeny leafy. What I gave you before was nothing compared to what I am prepared to give you. I have come to far with this plan to fail. I will have victory, at any cost. You are but a pawn in my deadly game. I am not afraid of destroying, utterly shattering, your spirit, however, I will not let you die yet." The elder elf smiled cruelly. The smile had more than just a touch of frosty steel to it. He began to drag the prince over to where the mutinous elves were gathering. Legolas tried to weakly dig his heals into the leafy soil. He had no strength and his legs shivered as they gave way to the physically healthier elf's tugging and jerks. His collarbone and shoulder jolted and he hissed. They would never heal right if this kept up. Aragorn tried to stop them but was too weak himself. Another elf came and held the mortal in place by his shoulders.
Legolas grunted as he was thrown down onto the ground in front of the rebelling elves. Iaurgwath looked at the others darkly. "Here is what your good work has done. Here is your insubstantial prince." Legolas sat up onto his knees. It took a few tries because of the tightness of his bonds. He looked pathetically pitiable but noble and fair all at once. His cuts and scrapes distorted his fairest features on his princely face; all but his eyes, which were very much alive and burning with a fierce cobalt flame. If one would have seen the elf and not known him they would have thought him to be Avari. The other elves were shocked. They could not believe what their betrayal had done. They whispered to each other inaudibly. Iaurgwath scrutinized them and finally grew impatient.
"If you want him, come and call for him." The adviser watched as they shrank back. Fear of what they had seen happen to their friends earlier that night, ate away at their loyalty. Legolas glared at Iaurgwath, his cobalt eyes were calculatingly cold. "Fine. Then don't hinder me. We go on with the plan made prior," growled Iaurgwath savagely. Legolas struggled to stand further. Iaurgwath kicked him swiftly in the ribs. The prince fell with a groan as the suede boot connected with his rib cage and knocked the wind out of him; rocketing pain through his already weak system. Aragorn jerked upward with a cry.
"Legolas!" The elf holding him connected his own foot with the ranger's broken rib. Aragorn collapsed onto he ground. He felt breathless and suffocated. Sharp, searing pain plummeted through his side and bones. It made his stomach sick. His head spun and his hands clenched and unclenched. He knew something was ruptured or wounded. Deciding it was best not to move, he lay still and gripped his throbbing side. His breath came shallow and rapid. Legolas saw the downfall of his friend out of the corner of his eye and screamed;
"Strider! Nooooooo!" He could see the ranger's face was pale and cold looking. A heavy, brutal kick to the prince's torso hushed him and nearly caused him to wretch. He grappled to sit up once again. 'Estel,' he formed the word with silent lips. Iaurgwath pushed him over onto his back. He toppled easily. Placing a boot onto the prince's throat, he pushed down. Spots danced before Legolas's eyes, dark and gray. They began to close in on all sides of his vision. His head felt like it was being compressed. The more the younger elf struggled, the harder the elder one pushed. Legolas did not understand why the treacherous elf was doing this. He was weak enough to control already. He did not know how much longer he could hold out. Just as he thought he was going to give in, he felt air rush into his lungs, cold and refreshing. The oxygen cleared his head. Blinking, Legolas looked up at Iaurgwath as he rose to a sitting position.
Panic surged through his system as he saw the adviser holding glass phial in one hand filled with a dark liquid that looked syrupy. He popped the cork stopper out and snarled a handful of Legolas's golden disheveled tresses in his empty hand. Legolas winced and tried to resist as the being pulled his hair back, eventually forcing the prince's head to tilt back as well. Putting the bottle to the prince's chaffing lips, he pressed him to drink it. Legolas turned his head away, to the lasting amusement of Iaurgwath. The adviser smiled and releasing his grip on the prince's hair, he placed his hand over the fair elf's nose and clamped it shut. Sooner or later, the younger elf would have to open his mouth.
Legolas could hold his breath for a long, long time if he had to. But he dreaded having to take a breath. Iaurgwath sensed this and pressed the bottle mouth into the corner of Legolas's mouth, tipping it slightly. It was a thick, syrupy substance. It seeped into his mouth, bitter and gagging. Legolas refused to swallow. Iaurgwath continued to keep his nose closed off to air. Legolas felt like coughing, but could not get a breath in to do so. The liquid was like a fire that burned in his mouth like a fire. He imagined he could feel the flames burning his flesh. Finally, he swallowed it.
At first he felt nothing new. Then he felt like he was being burned alive. His body shuddered as he suppressed every scream he felt like belting out for the world to hear. Iaurgwath watched with a knowing smile on his face, growing by the minute as he watched his prince's torment. Legolas's pain felt so real he thought he could smell burning flesh, his flesh, even though it was a painfully real illusion. He lay onto he cool leaves and writhed with agony. Through sluggish, drugged lips, he asked in almost a sob, "what did you poison me with?"
Iaurgwath smiled cruelly. "A little thing I made up years ago when we used to catch orcs that strayed near the palace and interrogate them. They broke so fast, begging for death." Legolas squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the pain of night and drug alike. /Aragorn. Aragorn. Hope. My Hope./ The elves nearby went pale as they watched the suffering of their prince and friend. They one by one crept off into the woods.
Aragorn was slowly dying it seemed. He felt as though he had been stabbed in the gut. He cringed on the ground and curled into himself. The ranger went into a tight ball. He was screaming inside. Anguish vaulted through his veins. /Legolas. Oh Legolas. What are they doing to you/ His last thoughts before darkness took him were of his friend.
It was nearly morning when the Sons of Elrond reached the home of their father. Everybody was sleeping. It was dark and peaceful. The sound of the trickling rivers and roaring falls filled the night and the singing of stars. Sighing, they dismounted their horses and left them to wander the courtyards. The animals went off at a trot together, nickering to one another. Elladan and Elrohir smiled as they watched the horses play. They had to get more supplies if they would be continuing this journey. They also needed some rest and Elrohir needed healing on his arm.
Silently they crept up the stairs of the porch and slipped into the Hall of Fire. The fires burned low and cast shadows on the walls. The brethren crept through the hall carefully, trying not to disturb elves that had fallen dead asleep by the withering flames as they listened to each other's tales and songs.
Once they had gotten past the Hall of Fire, they went up the staircase tot heir quarters. It was black up stairs, save for starlight. A soft, warm breeze blew in and they suddenly felt so weary and longed for a rest. It was not permitted. Elladan suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around to meet the gaze of Elrond. The elder elf held a lamp that cast a thin ray of light into the room. Opening the steel door, he allowed the light to fill the room with a soft glow. "Ada," Elladan said and hugged the elder elf. Elrond then went and greeted Elrohir. His sons were home and he was glad. He felt Elrohir wince at his touch and grabbing the upper arms of the twin, pushed him gently away.
"Elrohir. What ales you?" he asked in Qeunya. Elrohir looked sheepishly away then back into the gray eyes of the elven lord.
Elladan looked away and then at the floor. Elrohir suddenly said, "Ada, I was bitten." The father's brows shot up in shock. This was a rare enough thing. The twins were normally never hurt.
"Bitten by what my son?" questioned the concerned elf. His brow now crinkled with worry.
Elrohir looked away and whispered," by a White Wolf. It came at me and I slayed it but only after it's fangs had already driven into my arm." He held up the bandaged wound as evidence. The elven lord took his arm and held it. Painstakingly, he unwrapped the wound. Elrohir hissed as he got closer to revealing the bloody mess. When the last wrap was peeled away the elven lord pursed hiss lips into a thin line. The wound was not swelling nor was it off color but he felt something was not right with it. The fangs had gone deep and it was truly amazing they had not severed the elf's main artery near his wrist. It bled enough as it was. It was ugly and it looked like the creature had torn its teeth from his son's arm rather than pulling them out by opening its mouth. He tried not to guess how much it must hurt his son. Blood spilled over onto the elder elf's hands and he looked at it. His child's blood.
"Elladan," he called to his other son. "I want you to wake Glorfindel, tell him I need him. Tell him to get bandages and medicines." Elladan went of at a smooth jog to find the Gondolin elf. He guessed they had passed him in the Hall of Fire. He had knew something was serious about the wound from the way his father was acting. It was not like him to wake Glorfindel for littler wounds.
Trotting back into he Hall of Fire, Elladan slowed and began to look at the sleeping elves. He recognized many but he did not find Glorfindel among them. Going to another room near by, he still did not find the golden haired elf. Elladan began to worry immensely. /Elrohir/ He suddenly heard a smooth voice say, "Elladan?" It was the voice of a maiden.
Spinning around he saw Arwen, his sister. He was overjoyed to see her. It had been long sense he had seen her last. "Arwen! Your back." She gazed at him with her piercing blue eyes. A smiled bloomed on her face. But she had the gift of being able to sense trouble well, like her father. She saw the strange pale tint to her brother's face. Her heart was in her throat. Where was Elrohir? Her smile faded.
"Where is Elrohir, brother?" she sounded serene but troubled eyes gave her away. Elladan frowned.
"He is with Ada. A White Wolf bit him and the wound is bad." The twin's voice shook. His younger sister looked over her shoulder at the door and spun around to leave. Elladan looked at her as she left. He felt crushed. His brother was gone and his sister was changed somehow. Estel was growing up. His world was changing but he felt like he was staying the same. Like everything was running past him. So it was for the first time he felt the bitterness of immortality in Middle Earth. He felt alone. Slumping into a chair he put his head down on in his hands and wept. He wanted to die for the first time in his life. Yet he wanted to live.
Arwen burst into the room and stopped abruptly as she saw her father standing by Elrohir talking to him in low tones. Her brother's face was pale. Elrond saw her and went quiet. "Arwen." She went to her brother's side and put a hand on is shoulder. When she saw his arm she gasped and her face blanched. Elrohir pulled away. Elrond's face was grave. She gave him a questioning look. The wound was bad but she saw no cause for the worry she felt heavily. In response to his daughter's inquisitive looks, the elven lord said, "It has a tooth in it. I do not know if it is venomous or not. We have to extract it."
Elrohir paled a little more. His composer was waning. Going to a chair, he collapsed into its softness. Elrond took his arm and began to press on the wound, feeling it for foreign objects. Pain spiraled up his son's arm. But then the pain grew less as the High Elf rubbed along it. Suddenly Elrond hit a spot that burned with a fire. Elrohir hissed as the pressure found its mark. Elrond smiled wryly. "Well, I have found the tooth. It should not be hard to extract but we shall see."
Elrond went out of the room for a moment and returned with a steaming mug of something soothing and some forceps. He handed the mug to his son. "You remember the time Legolas remained awake during a process like this one. I think you would find a deep sleep much more pleasant." Elrohir nodded. He did remember. Taking the mug he drained the contents. It was bitter but not too bad. He could feel it burning through his system and he began to feel drowsy. His eyes fluttered. His head lolled back against the backing of the chair. He closed his eyes and smiled. He had faith in his father's skill. Arwen put a hand on her brother's cheek and brushed a finger through his hair.
"He sleeps," she said smoothly. Elrond nodded.
"Arwen you may want to leave. I expect it will bleed a lot before I am finished." Arwen looked at her father. Giving her brother a kiss on the forehead and her father a hug, she left the room. Blood she could handle, but if she could avoid it why stay? After she had departed, Elrond took the tweezers and began to dig and pry into the arm of his son. The wound was deeper than he had expected. This could take awhile and he prayed the drug would hold Elrohir in deep slumber until he was finished. Elrohir shifted and Elrond held his breath. Could he feel the pain in his sleep?
Arwen went in search of Elladan. She went back to the room where she had seen him last. He was still there. His face was buried in his hands, his shoulders shook with silent sobs. She came and rested her hands on his shoulders to still them. "Elladan, look at me." He buried his face deeper. She put a hand under his chin and tilted his head up to meet her eyes. "Elladan?"
"I don't know." He really didn't anymore. Arwen was disturbed to see her brother thus.
"Elrohir will be fine. He is sleeping as father heals him." Elladan looked at the floor.
"That's not it. Everything is changing." Arwen smiled.
"Yes. Of course. Don't be silly." Elladan jerked away from her and she went back to being serious. 'Do you remember what you told me when I was younger?" He shook his head. If he did he didn't bother to try. "I had gotten depressed with the world. You told me that change was natural and that we changed but were slow to do it because we were elves and we are supposed to be the steady ones. Now do you still want to die?"
Elladan looked at her. Arwen had changed in Lorien. She was more wise and cunning. They probably had Galadriel to thank for that. "How did you know I wanted to die-" he stopped talking and his eyes widened. "Can you read minds now?" He was half kidding and Arwen knew it. She cuffed him lightly on the head. He put a hand on his hair to keep it from frizzing. Her brother was back.
Legolas lay on the ground in stunning pain. He battled with himself. He was not going to give the cruel elf the satisfaction of breaking him a second time. He shut his eyes tightly and willed the pain away. He dreamed of things that were happy. A first bow. A first horse. The moonlight on the meadows. The star of Ëariandil and the sickle of the Valar. He tried so hard to block the pain away. He remembered the time the twins had gotten into a fight over a deer that one of them had brought down and ended up falling into the pond. A smile formed on his lips. Iaurgwath watched in wonder. What was the brat smiling about! He had given him a dose of the most potent poison he knew of and the whelp was smiling. Smiling! Going over to the blonde elf, he struck him in the ribs. Legolas was jolted out of his fantasy. Pain came back to him in a rush and he cried out then shivered. His body was getting over taxed again. He curled in on himself and hid his face in his arms. The drug was picking up its potency as it lingered in his system. "So how do we feel?" said Iaurgwath mockingly. "A little under the weather?" Legolas did not answer. Iaurgwath tapped Legolas's head with the tip of his boot. "I'll leave you to think about that." The prince winced. The small tap hurt.
It was then that he realized his senses were sharpened. He tried to think back to his refuge of happy memories but he couldn't. His mind throbbed with the pain of contingence between joy and agony. He was trapped between the two worlds. The words of the adviser still pounded in his ears with a smarting sensation. Every sound was a torment to him. He thought of his father. If only he had listened and obeyed or at least not dragged Aragorn into the mess. He could gamble with his own life but not with his friend's. He felt like his correlation was shutting itself down. It was becoming difficult to move. Then he realized it was his will that made it difficult. All it was was pain. The drug was doing nothing to his muscles he just was not willing himself enough to move. Was he giving up unconsciously? He became obstinate and pushed the thought of giving up out of his head. It was no longer an option. Rising onto his elbows he grimaced as his broken bones complained and begged to differ with the possibility of movement. He ignored them. Rising a little farther, to his knees, Legolas began to feel himself shake. Perhaps he was a little weaker. He looked around for the ranger.
He could not really see. It seemed like a cloud hung over his eyes. Then he realized it was misty out. Dawn was coming soon. He strained his eyes to see through the film and saw what he sought but it was not a welcome sight. Aragorn was curled into a ball lying on the ground. He was shuddering convulsively. The prince stared for a moment, then began to crawl and shuffle awkwardly to his friend. Pain screamed for him to stop but he was scared and adrenaline was shooting through him, giving him strength. He had to stop and rest after a few minutes of this odd movement because he was still weak and needed to catch his breath. Perspiration wetted his pale clammy face and dampened his clothes, which stuck to his body. Sweat clung to his locks of yellow hair, they hung in his eyes. Panting, he started again. He accidentally jolted one of his broken bones and a thrill of pain raced up his arm and neck. He flinched and his will wavered. The pain was at least ten times as bad as it would have been without the drug, which was bad enough. He waited for the pain to pass, squeezing his eyes shut to the night.
He finally reached the convulsing ranger. His blue eyes fluctuated as he looked at his friend. Carefully, he began to move the ranger's hands and gently unwind him from his curled position. Aragorn moaned in protest. Legolas forced himself to ignore the ranger's complaints as he began to unbutton the tunic of the man. His trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons and he cursed the drug and bonds that was destroying the control he had over his own body. He could not even really feel his fingers.
Aragorn opened his eyes and saw Legolas' blanched face above his. He saw how the elf's hands trembled and he was clammy, with unruly blonde hair. Aragorn winced at the sight of all the blood on the elf's tunic. He took one of his hands and pressed it over one of Legolas's slender ones. Legolas gave the ranger's hand a gentle squeeze back. Aragorn allowed the prince to look over his wounds.
Legolas's face went ashen and grave as he looked them over. One rib was dislodged at least. But that was not so much what troubled him. It was where the faulty rib was accommodated. It seemed to be placed in such a position that it was ready to pierce the liver. It had to be fixed now or kill the ranger. If the liver was pierced he would die for sure. He looked into the ranger's gray eyes and smiled a fakey smile. "Mellon nin," he whispered. Aragorn looked up at Legolas. "I need to pop a rib back in place. If I don't your life is in grave jeopardy." Legolas looked behind him to make sure nobody was coming. "But I need to free my hands. I can't do it with them like this." As he turned back around his loose blond hair cascaded over his shoulders. "I will be back."
Aragorn watched as Legolas struggled to crawl away. "Wait!" he hissed. "I have an idea!" Legolas looked at his companion. "I can untie you." Legolas nearly laughed. It was such a simple solution but it had never crossed his mind. Shaking his head, the elf held out his hands for the ranger to free. Unexpectedly, the prince suddenly collapsed to the ground. The drug had taken its toll. Aragorn screamed his name. Legolas heard it but could not respond back. He could not move at all. /What is happening/
TBC...Sorry! I really hate cliffys like this too but this one was unavoidable folks! It was put it this way or not post for another week! Please review even if it is to scold me! I do not care! Just say something! gives puppy eyes and quivers chin
Deana Yup! Poor Leggy! Rescue had better come soon huh? Muahahahaha! Thanks for continuing to R&R!
Gozilla Glad you like it! Thanks for R&R! Did you read chap. 4? The review said chap. 3 Just curious raises hands in air (I think I did a better job on chapter 4) blushes scarlet with lots o' modesty I will admit I cannot write angst that well. It takes me ages to write a little. Okay, shutting up! --
Stacee Phelps I have no clue what I was thinking! You didn't bug me all weak. Really mellon nin, these idol threats are just getting annoying. grins jestingly Thank you for R&R again! Aren't cliffy's lovely and soooo much fun? laughing joyestly See yah at school!
