"Forgive & Forget"
By: Darcy Took
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I've just been thinking about it to much and not writing it down. Again sorry for the wait. So here it is.... Enjoy.
I don't really have to time to respond to all of my reviewers, but I would just like to say and give a very big thank you to everyone who reviewed this story. It was a great honor. Thank You again.
Part 3 - Words that Wound.
Aragorn stood at the top of at long set of stone steps, helping to move the orc, men and elf bodies from the great wall. He wiped the sweat that glazed his for head. Then he heard some one coming up in the stairs. He turned to see Gimli quickly fallowed by Legolas ascending the stone steps. By the time Gimli had reached the top he was almost out of breath. Aragorn smiled as he look at over the heaving Gimli at Legolas as he stood there staring at the dwarf shaking his head with a slight smile on his face.
"We've...... we've come to..... help." heaved Gimli between breaths.
"Good because i am in need of some help in the great hall." said Aragorn as he bent down to retrieve his sword.
"Doing what?" asked Gimli.
Aragorn looked down at Gimli as a very slight smile crossed his face.
"Why help with healing the sick and wounded Master Dwarf." Aragorn said as he turned and passed Gimli to the stairs." We should hurry."
Aragorn then started to swiftly stride down the step easily followed by Legolas. Gimli turned to see this and sighed.
"More stairs." he grumbled as he hunkered after to two.
.
Aragorn followed by Legolas and Gimli entered the Great Hall of Helm's Deep. The hall's tables were not full of food for any great banquet in celebration of their victory but covered with the bodies of the wounded men and elves. Aragorn looked around at the women and some men who were trying their best to ease the pain of the suffering.
he then walked over to a women who was trying to dress a burn. She was having trouble for her hands were uncontrollably shaking. Aragorn gently took the bandage from her hands while saying.
"Thank you for your help."
She merely nodded and walked quickly past Gimli and Legolas with her head bend and out the great doors. When they had turned back around they saw that Aragorn had already finished dressing the burn and was talking to the man about how to keep it clean and care for it . He then stood up and turned to his friends.
"Legolas" he said." You will be in charge of treating the elves. Do as best as you can."
Legolas nodded in agreement and in understanding.
"Gimli" the dwarf looked up." You will go between me and Legolas bringing us supplies or whatever else we need."
With little protest and stern look from Legolas, Gimli agreed.
"If you need any help Legolas just call." said Aragorn.
With that he walked over to the next wounded soldier. Legolas then walked off to the opposite side of the hall, leaving Gimli standing there.
"Well this is great." said the impatient dwarf.
Then shortly after he heard Aragorn call.
"Gimli I need some binding!"
Gimli looked around clueless for any sign as the were he would find some binding.
"Over in the corner by the fireplace." called Legolas from the left side of the hall.
Gimli looked over in the corner and found a crate full of binding.
"I knew that.." He said in a loud voice. Then he walked over to Aragorn and handed him and binding. As he turned to walk away Aragorn grabbed him by the forearm and turned him back around to face him.
"Gimli he was only trying to help."
With out giving Aragorn an answer he stalked off. He just stood against a wall until he was needed. Legolas was the one to cal on him next.
"Master Dwarf, I need some salves."
Gimli got to his feet and walked over to Aragorn.
"Where do they keep salves."
Aragorn pointed to a door that leads to the back room of the hall.
"There" he said.
Gimli nodded in thanks and started to walk towards door.
(Mean While)
Legolas held the arm of a wounded elf in his hand. he had sever burns the need more then just binding. He had sent Gimli for some salves. Even though elves have healing powers that surpass most others sometimes they need some help. The elf whom he was treating was strangely uncomfortable and frustrated by his surroundings. He figated nervously in his seat, inching to be rid of this place.
~ Calm down my friend. What is the matter? ~
The elf turned his head to look at his healer.
~ This land has an ora about it that worries me. I fear if we put our guard down something will happen to us.~
~ Us? ~ asked Legolas in bewilderment.
By this time Gimli had some with the salves. Legolas turned and took them from the stubby hand of dwarf. Then he turned back to the elf and started to spread it on to his burns. But when the elf saw that Gimli was a dwarf he was outraged.
~ A dwarf! I will not be treated my any cave dweller. ~
~ Come my friend can you not over come your prejudice and let him help?~
Gimli was taken back by the sudden out burst of elvish that came from the wounded elf at his appearance. 'Why is that elf so upset?' thought Gimli. Realizing that they were talking about him, he butted in.
Aragorn saw this and knew that it would end badly if the dwarf was the open his mouth but he had gotten up just that much too late.
"What's it I had it with all of this Elvish nonsense. If you don't have the decency to speak so that we can all understand that you have not the manners that I thought elves might poses."
TBC
Sorry about the long wait. R/R if you would like.
Darcy Took
aka
The Darcter
By: Darcy Took
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I've just been thinking about it to much and not writing it down. Again sorry for the wait. So here it is.... Enjoy.
I don't really have to time to respond to all of my reviewers, but I would just like to say and give a very big thank you to everyone who reviewed this story. It was a great honor. Thank You again.
Part 3 - Words that Wound.
Aragorn stood at the top of at long set of stone steps, helping to move the orc, men and elf bodies from the great wall. He wiped the sweat that glazed his for head. Then he heard some one coming up in the stairs. He turned to see Gimli quickly fallowed by Legolas ascending the stone steps. By the time Gimli had reached the top he was almost out of breath. Aragorn smiled as he look at over the heaving Gimli at Legolas as he stood there staring at the dwarf shaking his head with a slight smile on his face.
"We've...... we've come to..... help." heaved Gimli between breaths.
"Good because i am in need of some help in the great hall." said Aragorn as he bent down to retrieve his sword.
"Doing what?" asked Gimli.
Aragorn looked down at Gimli as a very slight smile crossed his face.
"Why help with healing the sick and wounded Master Dwarf." Aragorn said as he turned and passed Gimli to the stairs." We should hurry."
Aragorn then started to swiftly stride down the step easily followed by Legolas. Gimli turned to see this and sighed.
"More stairs." he grumbled as he hunkered after to two.
.
Aragorn followed by Legolas and Gimli entered the Great Hall of Helm's Deep. The hall's tables were not full of food for any great banquet in celebration of their victory but covered with the bodies of the wounded men and elves. Aragorn looked around at the women and some men who were trying their best to ease the pain of the suffering.
he then walked over to a women who was trying to dress a burn. She was having trouble for her hands were uncontrollably shaking. Aragorn gently took the bandage from her hands while saying.
"Thank you for your help."
She merely nodded and walked quickly past Gimli and Legolas with her head bend and out the great doors. When they had turned back around they saw that Aragorn had already finished dressing the burn and was talking to the man about how to keep it clean and care for it . He then stood up and turned to his friends.
"Legolas" he said." You will be in charge of treating the elves. Do as best as you can."
Legolas nodded in agreement and in understanding.
"Gimli" the dwarf looked up." You will go between me and Legolas bringing us supplies or whatever else we need."
With little protest and stern look from Legolas, Gimli agreed.
"If you need any help Legolas just call." said Aragorn.
With that he walked over to the next wounded soldier. Legolas then walked off to the opposite side of the hall, leaving Gimli standing there.
"Well this is great." said the impatient dwarf.
Then shortly after he heard Aragorn call.
"Gimli I need some binding!"
Gimli looked around clueless for any sign as the were he would find some binding.
"Over in the corner by the fireplace." called Legolas from the left side of the hall.
Gimli looked over in the corner and found a crate full of binding.
"I knew that.." He said in a loud voice. Then he walked over to Aragorn and handed him and binding. As he turned to walk away Aragorn grabbed him by the forearm and turned him back around to face him.
"Gimli he was only trying to help."
With out giving Aragorn an answer he stalked off. He just stood against a wall until he was needed. Legolas was the one to cal on him next.
"Master Dwarf, I need some salves."
Gimli got to his feet and walked over to Aragorn.
"Where do they keep salves."
Aragorn pointed to a door that leads to the back room of the hall.
"There" he said.
Gimli nodded in thanks and started to walk towards door.
(Mean While)
Legolas held the arm of a wounded elf in his hand. he had sever burns the need more then just binding. He had sent Gimli for some salves. Even though elves have healing powers that surpass most others sometimes they need some help. The elf whom he was treating was strangely uncomfortable and frustrated by his surroundings. He figated nervously in his seat, inching to be rid of this place.
~ Calm down my friend. What is the matter? ~
The elf turned his head to look at his healer.
~ This land has an ora about it that worries me. I fear if we put our guard down something will happen to us.~
~ Us? ~ asked Legolas in bewilderment.
By this time Gimli had some with the salves. Legolas turned and took them from the stubby hand of dwarf. Then he turned back to the elf and started to spread it on to his burns. But when the elf saw that Gimli was a dwarf he was outraged.
~ A dwarf! I will not be treated my any cave dweller. ~
~ Come my friend can you not over come your prejudice and let him help?~
Gimli was taken back by the sudden out burst of elvish that came from the wounded elf at his appearance. 'Why is that elf so upset?' thought Gimli. Realizing that they were talking about him, he butted in.
Aragorn saw this and knew that it would end badly if the dwarf was the open his mouth but he had gotten up just that much too late.
"What's it I had it with all of this Elvish nonsense. If you don't have the decency to speak so that we can all understand that you have not the manners that I thought elves might poses."
TBC
Sorry about the long wait. R/R if you would like.
Darcy Took
aka
The Darcter