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are the many other attractive Elves and Men in the Lord of the Rings =(
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A/N: Part 1 of this fiction is almost ending. This is most likely third to last chapter, but don't take my word for it. Readers might have already witnessed my inability to count near the end of Shadow =) No memories in this part. Probably won't have any in the next chapters either.
Warning: Solid R rating here for kind of disturbing mental images.
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Chapter 12: A Light in the Dark
NIGHT 12, MOUNTAIN OF THE SHADOWS
Oblivion was threatening to take over. Though Legolas fought the onslaught of darkness, he felt himself weakening from his injuries. The Prince had moved last minute before the creature's claws crashed into his skull and neck. Instead of delivering a fatal wound, the strike only managed to slash deep into the Watcher's right shoulder and back. Legolas then used the opportunity to fall forward and pretended to faint from the shock of the sudden assault. He still remembered how the monster lingered over his prone form, as if deciding whether to end his miserable existence or take him back to its lair as extra food. After what seemed an interminable wait, the creature heaved the 'dying' Uruk-Hai over its shoulders and started towards its lair.
Blood from his wound was trickling down his arm and hand unbridled. Not knowing what instinct drove him, Legolas shifted as the monster pushed on a small outcropping of the rockface to cause a small doorway to open. With a groan, eyes still closed, he swung his bloodied hand onto the protruding stone. The Watcher knew that if he did not succeed in rescuing Haldir, neither of them would live until morning when the rest of the Fellowship begins their search. He and the Elven archer were alone in this; leaving a mark for others to find would not help them.
Legolas knew both his life and Haldir's depended on his ability to convince the monster he was nothing more than a harmless prey; after his initial movement, the Prince stilled, allowing blood to continue gushing from his wounds. Even as his strength seeped out of his body with each drop, the dark liquid provided an excellent marker for the way out of the myriads of tunnels leading to the beast's cave. Haldir could follow the trial of blood to safety if he became too weak to guide his Elven friend out of the lair. He could only hope that his sacrifices would not be in vain, that the Guardian of Lòrien would have enough strength left to escape with minimal aid.
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A dim but steady light penetrated the gloomy darkness of the mountains. The illumination provided by Gandalf's staff was enough for Aragorn to accurately trace the path taken earlier by their new ally. Behind them were the Hobbits, rounding the rear was Gimli and Éomer. The King of Gondor was not pleased at the speed of their progress, but tracking an Uruk- Hai who moved with the grace of an Elf in the dark was no small feat. In fact, it would have been completely impossible had their friend not been so hasty in his search for Haldir, unmindful of the overturned stones and broken twigs he left behind. It had been an hour since Legolas set out after the Lòrien archer; more than enough time for the Watcher to get attacked by whatever monster that took Haldir; more than enough time to get grievous injured or even killed.
"Aragorn, this is not the time to worry. This is time to act," counseled the White Wizard, as he saw the kneeling Man frown. He knew there was something special about their new ally, though Gandalf could not quite place his finger on it. But having heard of what happened after Haldir's disappearance, the Istar knew Legolas must have been the Elf who held Aragorn's heart. He did not know how an Elf could turn into an Uruk-hai; but he did not know why he would fail to remember a member of the previous Fellowship either. These were riddles that needed to be answered when both their companions were rescued.
"He headed that way, towards the mountainside," said Aragorn calmly, hiding his worry behind his steady and dependable mask as he stopped studying the tracks and rose. Inside, the Man felt anything but calm. His heart raced; all his senses were on alert. Danger approached; he could feel it. Aragorn was a Ranger, trained by the Elves, but he knew his senses were not so developed that he could feel the tension in the air, warning him of impending doom, urging him on. The sensation was similar to the premonition he had when he woke with a start after his last meeting with Legolas in the Dream World. Without another word, the Man began to run towards the side of the barren side of the mountain. Time was running out.
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Haldir lay awake in the monster's lair, assessing his situation. He was attacked soon after his discussion with Éomer. He went out alone to clear his mind, to fight his growing affections for the young Man. This was entirely his fault; he should have been more careful, but he was so preoccupied that he failed to hear the creature's approach until it was too late. The beast had attacked him from behind, knocking him out in one blow. He had been unconscious ever since, until a few minutes ago.
The wound on his head ached, but it no longer bled. Haldir knew it was not too serious. The injuries to his calves, however, were a different story. The creature was not without intelligence. While, Elf was still unconscious, it had deliberately gnawed on his legs to prevent escape. The archer knew he would be unable to walk for at least the next couple of days, that was if he lived that long.
Given the amount of flesh missing from his now clotting wound, Haldir knew the monster intended to eat him. In fact, the Elf was quite sure the thing wanted to feed on him while he was still alive for as long as possible. The thought would have sent panic through any lesser Elf. But the pragmatic Guardian of Lòrien saw it as a blessing. As long as he still lived, there was a possibility that his friends would come for him. Besides, there might be ways to trick the beast into giving him reprieve long enough to regain his strength to escape.
His sharp Elven senses detected the approach of his captor. Except the beast was not alone; it was carrying something .... no, someone, for Haldir could detect the sounds of two different beings breathing. The archer could only hoped that it was not his beloved Man that the monster had captured. When the creature came into sight with its cargo, the Elf was relieved to see that it was not Éomer it carried, but their new ally.
Haldir's joy, however, was short-lived, when the beast threw its new captive carelessly onto the ground and approached the sitting Elf. It was the first time that the Guardian saw the grotesque creature that attacked him. His assailant was half-man, half-beast, with a wolf's head but the muscular body of a strong Man. Its claws were razor-sharp and its body was covered with hoarse, grey fur. Its yellow eyes gleamed with malice and cruel intelligence. With its muzzle stained crimson with blood and its long fangs on full display in a feral snare, the creature was indeed intimidating. Even the experienced Elven archer could not stop the chills that ran down his spine as the creature bent over him, about to gnaw on his legs again.
But before the monster's fangs could mutilate his flesh further, it released an inhuman cry as it spun away from Haldir, stalking towards where the Uruk-Hai lay. When the creature turned, the Elf could see a dagger protruding from its back. How the Guardian of Lòrien wished he still had his bow and arrows! But as the beast had disarmed him sometime before, all the Elf could do was watch as the were-wolf advanced on his ally.
Legolas could see that his friend's legs were injured and could not move. In his weakened state, he also knew he could not battle the creature and win. Besides, he only had two more small daggers hidden in his clothes; the beast had taken his sword long ago. His only option was to distract their captor, grab Haldir and carry him to safety. The truth was that he was unsure if his body would be able to comply with his plans, but there was no other choice.
The Prince waited until the monster was within arms-reach. When it lunged at him, he spun aside and pulled out one of his daggers to slash at the creature's eyes. Because of his previous injuries, Legolas did not move fast enough to completely avoid the were-wolf's attack. Its claws ripped deep into his chest as the Watcher's dagger blinded it. The creature, stunned by the sudden pain and darkness, thrashed his claws about violently at where Legolas was, giving him the time needed to execute his scheme. Moving on the power of sheer will, the Prince rushed to Haldir and hoisted him over his good left shoulder and began their journey through the myriads of tunnels towards safety.
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It was as Legolas expected, the were-wolf could hunt without eyesight. All creatures of the Dark Lord were created to stalk their prey in the pitch black of the night, where sight was a rather insignificant part of their senses. After the shock of being blinded had worn off, the monster pursued them relentlessly through the dark tunnels. The condition of the Prince's body was deteriorating; he was forced to slow their pace, allowing their enemy to further close the gap between them. Legolas knew this could not continue. When he noticed a small opening in the tunnel wall, the Watcher decided that it would be his friend's temporary hiding place.
"Hide here and don't move," commanded Legolas as he lay the archer gently down onto the cavern floor. As soon as he was satisfied that his friend was settled, he began to head for the exit.
"No," whispered Haldir as he grasped the Prince's leg to prevent him from leaving. He knew what the Uruk-Hai had in mind. His rescuer was planning to draw attention away from him. The Elf knew his friends well; Aragorn would search for him, but not until morning. Legolas was going to risk his life to give them more time.
"Don't worry, I should be able to outrun him if I don't have to carry you. You are rather heavy for an Elf," joked the Prince as he attempted to lift their spirits a bit. He knew if they fell prey to despair now, they would lose any slim chance they had of escaping alive.
"I take offense in that," quipped the Elf with a smile. Haldir knew he was wrong about their new ally when he regarded the Uruk-Hai with suspicion. There was much more to Legolas than met the eye. He wondered if they would be good friends given time.
"Well, it's true. So stay here and wait for your King to rescue you." The were-wolf was gaining on them, but it was far enough that he had time to resolve the problem that lay in Haldir's heart. The Prince realized his own chances of survival were minimal; he needed to ascertain his sacrifice would not be in vain, that his life would buy Éomer and his friend a chance to experience true love.
"There is nothing between me and Éomer. Go already," replied a blushing Haldir quickly as he let go of his rescuer's leg. He even went as far as giving Legolas a little shove towards the exit.
"I never said anything about the King of the Mark, friend. But from your response, I assume you acknowledge Éomer was your King," pressed the Prince as he remained unmoving by Haldir's side. They both knew their captor was nearing; they were beginning to hear the monster's labored breathing reverberating through the caves. Legolas was letting the Lòrien archer know that he would not leave until he made his point.
"Nothing good will come of it. His people will never accept us as a couple," muttered the archer, knowing that any further efforts to avoid the topic would be lost on his inquisitive new friend. Besides, the longer Legolas tarried here with him, the less of a head start he would have on the were-wolf. The Uruk-Hai must move soon if he were to carry out his plan of being a decoy.
"But you will never know for certain if you give up before you try. There is always hope, Haldir. If you prove yourself worthy, they will learn to accept you. Trust me, I know," said Legolas with a sad smile as he laid a comforting hand on Haldir's shoulder. He was glad that his friend could not see his face, for unwanted tears were trickling down his visage. He knew he should concentrate on the present; but he could not help drifting back to his last days with Aragorn.
The Guardian of Lòrien did not know why; but he believed what his new friend said. Something in his heart was telling him that Legolas spoke the truth. Haldir did not know how it was possible that an Uruk-Hai had experience in love, but his instincts would not lie. Things were not as bleak as he first imagined between he and Éomer. "If I get out alive, I will speak with him again."
"I am glad. There is one more thing before I go. Warn Aragorn that Morn- ndùath had taken possessive of someone close to him in Gondor. The dark one wants the crystal, he used my Prince to trick the Man into getting it for him." With that, Legolas hurried out of the cave before Haldir could make another sound.
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"The blood marks a trail," whispered Gandalf as he hurried down the stained corridor.
Earlier, Aragorn had found the handprint on the device that opened the trap door. From the dark color of the blood, it was clear that their new ally was wounded but not so much that he was unable to leave clues for them to follow. The Istari now led the rescue party as the Man's tracking skills were not longer required to find their companions. The trail was clear enough for all of them to see in the dim light. Behind the wizard, Aragorn's hand tightened around Anduril's hilt. The Watcher had lost too much blood for his comfort; they must find the missing ones soon before it was too late.
Within the safety of his hiding place, Haldir could hear footsteps. His companions had arrived. The archer was surprised the cautious King of Gondor had started the search for them in the dark. This was not a risk that Aragorn would usually take. The Elf wondered if the Man's decision had to do with Legolas. Since the Uruk-Hai left, the Guardian of Lòrien had time to ponder the mystery that was his new friend. He had come to the conclusion that their new ally was a Watcher in the body of Saruman's creature. Perhaps Legolas was the same one who visited Aragorn's dreams, the same one the Man lost long ago. If this was true, Haldir knew he could never forgive himself if anything happened to the Prince. He would rather die than see the King of Gondor heart-broken.
The new Fellowship found its Elven member without difficulty. The small entrance to the cave was clearly indicated by a small puddle of Legolas' blood. When Éomer saw his beloved Elf alive, he rushed forward, past all his companions, and gathered Haldir in a tight embrace. "I was so afraid we will not find you in time."
"Well, you found me," whispered a blushing Haldir. The Man might be too overjoyed to see the smirks on their companions' faces, but the Elf was not. Though the Guardian had decided to give Éomer a chance, he would prefer not to announce their attraction to each other in public so soon; especially since he had yet to talk to the young Man alone.
Their joyful reunion was interrupted when Aragorn asked in an urgent tone, "Where is our new friend?"
"Legolas tried to lead the were-wolf away by himself. Please hurry to find him, I will be fine on my own here," muttered the Elf, still smothered in Éomer's embrace.
"We are not leaving you alone," vowed the young King adamantly, refusing to let go of his Elf. He could sense Haldir's defenses were down; the archer had not tried to push him away yet. Perhaps, the Guardian of Lòrien would accept his love, given time.
"Éomer is right, we cannot leave Haldir alone. Besides, the Hobbits should not go any further. I will guide you and Gimli on our search. The others should stay here. Frodo, do you have the Light of Earendil that Lady Galadriel gave you?" asked the Istar as he began to move out of the cavern, closely followed by Aragorn and the Dwarf.
"Yes," replied Frodo as he removed the star-glass from his pocket. It was enough to illuminate the entire cavern, providing light for those who were left behind.
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It seemed that he had been running forever. Blackness claimed his vision long ago as his life's blood continued to seep out of him. Only his will drove him on, but soon, even that would not be able to force his limping form to move any further. Legolas wondered if he had led the were-wolf far enough away from Haldir.
The Elf's scent was still on him, the smell Haldir's blood remained where his friend's injured legs touched his clothes. He knew it was what deceived the monster into thinking he still carried the Elven archer. Besides, his profuse bleeding has probably overwhelmed his hunter's senses, preventing him from locating the Elf. For as long as his heart beats, Legolas knew the creature would follow him, baited by his dark blood. But he knew he could not last long; he only hoped he had given the Fellowship enough time to find the Guardian of Lòrien.
Even his senses were weakened. Failing to feel a large stone in front of him, the Prince tripped and flew forward, crashing onto the ground. Legolas no longer had the strength to fight; as he heard footsteps closing in on him, he simply remained still to await his fate.
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Aragorn's blood froze at the sight of a were-wolf bent over the prone form of their new ally, ready to end the Watcher's life. He wanted to draw Anduril and rushed at the monster, but he knew it would be too late. At that very moment, before anguish completely took over the Man's heart, Gimli threw an axe into the creature's side. The intelligent beast knew it could kill the Uruk-Hai anytime, so it turned its attention towards the three new intruders to its lair. As the monster closed the distance between them, the Dwarf threw another axe, which hit the creature squarely in the chest. It roared in pain, yanked out the offending weapon and hefted it back at Gimli.
By this time, the King was ready for battle. Aragorn knocked the flying axe aside easily, a loud clatter echoed in the tunnels as the weapon hit the walls harmlessly. Rage overtook the Man, giving him speed and strength he did not know he possessed. He was no longer fighting a were-wolf; his mind was trapped in the past, where he failed to protect the one he loved the most. Aragorn charged the beast, dodging its outstretched claws and with one swing of Anduril, severed the foul creature's head. Ignoring the dead monster, the King rushed to the Watcher's side.
It all happened so quickly that Gimli and Gandalf could only watch as Aragorn killed the were-wolf with one blow. The Man now knelt by their new ally's side, holding the Uruk-Hai's hand, weeping, whispering, "Please don't leave me."
As the Wizard approached the pair, he noticed that Legolas was still alive. His injuries were very severely, but there was still a chance that their ally would survive. "Aragorn, we need to take him somewhere safe to treat his wounds now. It is not too late."
Hearing Gandalf's voice jolted the Man back to the present. Confused, he shook his head and saw that he grasped the Watcher's hand. Aragorn knew he must have confused their new friend with the real Legolas. He did not remember much of his actions upon his first sighting of the were-wolf; but the Man could guess that he must have killed the monster that threatened to take this 'new Legolas' away. Without another word, the King lifted the injured Uruk-Hai gently and began their track back to their camp.
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"His injuries are very severe. We have done all we could. It is up to him now to fight his way back. But if he does not awake by dawn, he would die," said Gandalf as he patted the King gently on the shoulder.
Both healers were exhausted from their attempts to save their new ally's life. They began work on the Watcher as soon as they returned to camp. Though Haldir was also wounded, the Elf insisted that both healers tend to Legolas first. The stubborn archer practically refused to be touched by Aragorn or Gandalf until they gave the Prince proper medical care. The Watcher's injuries were far more serious; besides, the Guardian of Lòrien was in no hurry to see a real healer when he had Éomer washing and binding his wounds.
Aragorn nodded numbly, not wanting to accept the fact that there was nothing more they could do. But he knew Gandalf was right; he sincerely hoped the Watcher had something to fight for, someone dear that he would wish to see again. It would be no small feat for their ally to return to the living; only an unyielding desire to live could bring their new friend back. The Man could not bear to fail his beloved Prince once more.
"You are tired, get some sleep," suggested the Wizard. When Aragorn opened his mouth to begin to argue, Gandalf added, "Watching over him will not help, my friend. You will only be wasting your strength."
As much as the King hated to admit it, he was exhausted. He knew the Istar was right. Reluctantly, he headed back to the cave where Éomer and Haldir resided. Aragorn was not sure if he could find rest, but he would try. He needed to be strong for the Fellowship; he knew tomorrow would be another hard day.
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"How is he?" asked a shirtless Guardian of Lòrien softly. The King of Rohan was done tending his wounds and had moved on to cleaning the rest of him.
"Not good. If he does not wake by tomorrow, he will die," replied Aragorn in a deadpan voice. The Man slowly moved to his bedroll and stretched out upon it.
"Don't worry. I know how to wake him," smiled Haldir as he remembered what Legolas had asked of him. He knew his plan would force his new friend to fight his way back to the living. "Éomer, do you mind carrying me over to see our wounded ally?"
Confounded, the young King did as instructed. Though he did not understand what the Elf had in mind and would much rather continue washing his beloved, he trusted Haldir completely. The archer must have a reason for his request. When they entered the larger cave that housed the rest of the Fellowship, Haldir asked to be put down beside their unconscious companion.
Haldir ignored all the amused stares at the sight of Éomer carrying him to their camp. He was well aware that he was partially undressed; but being an Elf, he was not overly modest concerning his body. Besides, the Lòrien archer had a long discussion with the young Man when Éomer treated his injuries. Since they were going to give their attraction a chance to develop, the Elf did not see any harm in a little public display of affection in front of the Fellowship. If the couple could not even endure their friends' scrutiny, they would not last long when they returned to their peoples.
Speaking to Legolas was too important and the Elf did not wish for any further delay. As soon as Éomer laid him down, he leant into his new friend and whispered, "Remember what you asked me to do in the cave? I never responded before you left, and I have decided I don't want to tell him. If you want to warn your beloved King, wake up and do it yourself. Before you give up and die on us, know that you hold Aragorn's fate in your hands."
"What was that about?" asked the inquisitive Pippin. The wizard merely arched his brows at the Elf, while the other Hobbits eagerly awaited an answer to their spokesman's question. Only Gimli remained uninterested; the events of the night had taken a toll on the Dwarf and the warrior decided he would regain his strength best by sleeping early. He was already snoring when the Elf and young King entered.
"I cannot say. Legolas will explain tomorrow," said Haldir coyly, smiling at the prone form of the Uruk-Hai. The Elf knew without a doubt that even if his friend were already in the Halls of Mandos, he would find a way back to warn Aragorn. The Watcher would do anything to keep the Man safe from harm.
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Darkness took him. Legolas drifted out of conscious thoughts and time. Through the haziness, he could hear voices calling him back; but the darkness was too comforting. It was so easy to give in. Only pain and heartbreak awaited him if he headed towards the light that broke the tranquility of the never-ending night. The illumination dimmed; it was now only a small candle, flickering, a flame fighting to stay alive in the engulfing darkness.
Peace, something he had not known for so long, finally his. Then he heard it, a lilting voice, goading him to return to his suffering. Aragorn.... a name, so strange yet so familiar, stirring something in him that could not be denied. Bittersweet love tugged at him relentlessly, demanding him to willingly relinquish the comfort of oblivion and darkness, to plunge again into the harsh world of conscious thought.
No, he would not surrender his new haven without a fight; he would not return to his torment. The voice was gone, but there was no reprieve. "Aragorn"... a loving whisper, echoing in the darkness; " Gweston le, meleth nîn ù-thinnatha." [I swear to thee, my love would never fade]..... a pledge of eternal love; a rich, gravelly voice begging him to come back...."Please don't leave me". Suddenly, a chill crept into his refuge, a warning of approaching danger. Not to him, but to this stranger who disturbed his well-earned rest..... Aragorn was in danger.
Conscious thoughts struck the Prince full force. Cursed that tricky Haldir for doing this to him, for forcing him to fight for his life when all he wanted was to give up and die. When he awoke from his coma, Legolas swore he would give his friend a good beating. But not before he warned the Man of Morn-ndùath's intentions. Maybe Éomer would kill him if he tried to take his revenge on Haldir. The King of Rohan was in love with the Elf after all. The Watcher knew he did not have much time; the light guiding him back to the land of the living was almost extinguished. He needed to concentrate on gathering his strength to move towards the dim illumination. He would worry about his future later.
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A/N: Part 1 of this fiction is almost ending. This is most likely third to last chapter, but don't take my word for it. Readers might have already witnessed my inability to count near the end of Shadow =) No memories in this part. Probably won't have any in the next chapters either.
Warning: Solid R rating here for kind of disturbing mental images.
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Chapter 12: A Light in the Dark
NIGHT 12, MOUNTAIN OF THE SHADOWS
Oblivion was threatening to take over. Though Legolas fought the onslaught of darkness, he felt himself weakening from his injuries. The Prince had moved last minute before the creature's claws crashed into his skull and neck. Instead of delivering a fatal wound, the strike only managed to slash deep into the Watcher's right shoulder and back. Legolas then used the opportunity to fall forward and pretended to faint from the shock of the sudden assault. He still remembered how the monster lingered over his prone form, as if deciding whether to end his miserable existence or take him back to its lair as extra food. After what seemed an interminable wait, the creature heaved the 'dying' Uruk-Hai over its shoulders and started towards its lair.
Blood from his wound was trickling down his arm and hand unbridled. Not knowing what instinct drove him, Legolas shifted as the monster pushed on a small outcropping of the rockface to cause a small doorway to open. With a groan, eyes still closed, he swung his bloodied hand onto the protruding stone. The Watcher knew that if he did not succeed in rescuing Haldir, neither of them would live until morning when the rest of the Fellowship begins their search. He and the Elven archer were alone in this; leaving a mark for others to find would not help them.
Legolas knew both his life and Haldir's depended on his ability to convince the monster he was nothing more than a harmless prey; after his initial movement, the Prince stilled, allowing blood to continue gushing from his wounds. Even as his strength seeped out of his body with each drop, the dark liquid provided an excellent marker for the way out of the myriads of tunnels leading to the beast's cave. Haldir could follow the trial of blood to safety if he became too weak to guide his Elven friend out of the lair. He could only hope that his sacrifices would not be in vain, that the Guardian of Lòrien would have enough strength left to escape with minimal aid.
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A dim but steady light penetrated the gloomy darkness of the mountains. The illumination provided by Gandalf's staff was enough for Aragorn to accurately trace the path taken earlier by their new ally. Behind them were the Hobbits, rounding the rear was Gimli and Éomer. The King of Gondor was not pleased at the speed of their progress, but tracking an Uruk- Hai who moved with the grace of an Elf in the dark was no small feat. In fact, it would have been completely impossible had their friend not been so hasty in his search for Haldir, unmindful of the overturned stones and broken twigs he left behind. It had been an hour since Legolas set out after the Lòrien archer; more than enough time for the Watcher to get attacked by whatever monster that took Haldir; more than enough time to get grievous injured or even killed.
"Aragorn, this is not the time to worry. This is time to act," counseled the White Wizard, as he saw the kneeling Man frown. He knew there was something special about their new ally, though Gandalf could not quite place his finger on it. But having heard of what happened after Haldir's disappearance, the Istar knew Legolas must have been the Elf who held Aragorn's heart. He did not know how an Elf could turn into an Uruk-hai; but he did not know why he would fail to remember a member of the previous Fellowship either. These were riddles that needed to be answered when both their companions were rescued.
"He headed that way, towards the mountainside," said Aragorn calmly, hiding his worry behind his steady and dependable mask as he stopped studying the tracks and rose. Inside, the Man felt anything but calm. His heart raced; all his senses were on alert. Danger approached; he could feel it. Aragorn was a Ranger, trained by the Elves, but he knew his senses were not so developed that he could feel the tension in the air, warning him of impending doom, urging him on. The sensation was similar to the premonition he had when he woke with a start after his last meeting with Legolas in the Dream World. Without another word, the Man began to run towards the side of the barren side of the mountain. Time was running out.
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Haldir lay awake in the monster's lair, assessing his situation. He was attacked soon after his discussion with Éomer. He went out alone to clear his mind, to fight his growing affections for the young Man. This was entirely his fault; he should have been more careful, but he was so preoccupied that he failed to hear the creature's approach until it was too late. The beast had attacked him from behind, knocking him out in one blow. He had been unconscious ever since, until a few minutes ago.
The wound on his head ached, but it no longer bled. Haldir knew it was not too serious. The injuries to his calves, however, were a different story. The creature was not without intelligence. While, Elf was still unconscious, it had deliberately gnawed on his legs to prevent escape. The archer knew he would be unable to walk for at least the next couple of days, that was if he lived that long.
Given the amount of flesh missing from his now clotting wound, Haldir knew the monster intended to eat him. In fact, the Elf was quite sure the thing wanted to feed on him while he was still alive for as long as possible. The thought would have sent panic through any lesser Elf. But the pragmatic Guardian of Lòrien saw it as a blessing. As long as he still lived, there was a possibility that his friends would come for him. Besides, there might be ways to trick the beast into giving him reprieve long enough to regain his strength to escape.
His sharp Elven senses detected the approach of his captor. Except the beast was not alone; it was carrying something .... no, someone, for Haldir could detect the sounds of two different beings breathing. The archer could only hoped that it was not his beloved Man that the monster had captured. When the creature came into sight with its cargo, the Elf was relieved to see that it was not Éomer it carried, but their new ally.
Haldir's joy, however, was short-lived, when the beast threw its new captive carelessly onto the ground and approached the sitting Elf. It was the first time that the Guardian saw the grotesque creature that attacked him. His assailant was half-man, half-beast, with a wolf's head but the muscular body of a strong Man. Its claws were razor-sharp and its body was covered with hoarse, grey fur. Its yellow eyes gleamed with malice and cruel intelligence. With its muzzle stained crimson with blood and its long fangs on full display in a feral snare, the creature was indeed intimidating. Even the experienced Elven archer could not stop the chills that ran down his spine as the creature bent over him, about to gnaw on his legs again.
But before the monster's fangs could mutilate his flesh further, it released an inhuman cry as it spun away from Haldir, stalking towards where the Uruk-Hai lay. When the creature turned, the Elf could see a dagger protruding from its back. How the Guardian of Lòrien wished he still had his bow and arrows! But as the beast had disarmed him sometime before, all the Elf could do was watch as the were-wolf advanced on his ally.
Legolas could see that his friend's legs were injured and could not move. In his weakened state, he also knew he could not battle the creature and win. Besides, he only had two more small daggers hidden in his clothes; the beast had taken his sword long ago. His only option was to distract their captor, grab Haldir and carry him to safety. The truth was that he was unsure if his body would be able to comply with his plans, but there was no other choice.
The Prince waited until the monster was within arms-reach. When it lunged at him, he spun aside and pulled out one of his daggers to slash at the creature's eyes. Because of his previous injuries, Legolas did not move fast enough to completely avoid the were-wolf's attack. Its claws ripped deep into his chest as the Watcher's dagger blinded it. The creature, stunned by the sudden pain and darkness, thrashed his claws about violently at where Legolas was, giving him the time needed to execute his scheme. Moving on the power of sheer will, the Prince rushed to Haldir and hoisted him over his good left shoulder and began their journey through the myriads of tunnels towards safety.
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It was as Legolas expected, the were-wolf could hunt without eyesight. All creatures of the Dark Lord were created to stalk their prey in the pitch black of the night, where sight was a rather insignificant part of their senses. After the shock of being blinded had worn off, the monster pursued them relentlessly through the dark tunnels. The condition of the Prince's body was deteriorating; he was forced to slow their pace, allowing their enemy to further close the gap between them. Legolas knew this could not continue. When he noticed a small opening in the tunnel wall, the Watcher decided that it would be his friend's temporary hiding place.
"Hide here and don't move," commanded Legolas as he lay the archer gently down onto the cavern floor. As soon as he was satisfied that his friend was settled, he began to head for the exit.
"No," whispered Haldir as he grasped the Prince's leg to prevent him from leaving. He knew what the Uruk-Hai had in mind. His rescuer was planning to draw attention away from him. The Elf knew his friends well; Aragorn would search for him, but not until morning. Legolas was going to risk his life to give them more time.
"Don't worry, I should be able to outrun him if I don't have to carry you. You are rather heavy for an Elf," joked the Prince as he attempted to lift their spirits a bit. He knew if they fell prey to despair now, they would lose any slim chance they had of escaping alive.
"I take offense in that," quipped the Elf with a smile. Haldir knew he was wrong about their new ally when he regarded the Uruk-Hai with suspicion. There was much more to Legolas than met the eye. He wondered if they would be good friends given time.
"Well, it's true. So stay here and wait for your King to rescue you." The were-wolf was gaining on them, but it was far enough that he had time to resolve the problem that lay in Haldir's heart. The Prince realized his own chances of survival were minimal; he needed to ascertain his sacrifice would not be in vain, that his life would buy Éomer and his friend a chance to experience true love.
"There is nothing between me and Éomer. Go already," replied a blushing Haldir quickly as he let go of his rescuer's leg. He even went as far as giving Legolas a little shove towards the exit.
"I never said anything about the King of the Mark, friend. But from your response, I assume you acknowledge Éomer was your King," pressed the Prince as he remained unmoving by Haldir's side. They both knew their captor was nearing; they were beginning to hear the monster's labored breathing reverberating through the caves. Legolas was letting the Lòrien archer know that he would not leave until he made his point.
"Nothing good will come of it. His people will never accept us as a couple," muttered the archer, knowing that any further efforts to avoid the topic would be lost on his inquisitive new friend. Besides, the longer Legolas tarried here with him, the less of a head start he would have on the were-wolf. The Uruk-Hai must move soon if he were to carry out his plan of being a decoy.
"But you will never know for certain if you give up before you try. There is always hope, Haldir. If you prove yourself worthy, they will learn to accept you. Trust me, I know," said Legolas with a sad smile as he laid a comforting hand on Haldir's shoulder. He was glad that his friend could not see his face, for unwanted tears were trickling down his visage. He knew he should concentrate on the present; but he could not help drifting back to his last days with Aragorn.
The Guardian of Lòrien did not know why; but he believed what his new friend said. Something in his heart was telling him that Legolas spoke the truth. Haldir did not know how it was possible that an Uruk-Hai had experience in love, but his instincts would not lie. Things were not as bleak as he first imagined between he and Éomer. "If I get out alive, I will speak with him again."
"I am glad. There is one more thing before I go. Warn Aragorn that Morn- ndùath had taken possessive of someone close to him in Gondor. The dark one wants the crystal, he used my Prince to trick the Man into getting it for him." With that, Legolas hurried out of the cave before Haldir could make another sound.
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"The blood marks a trail," whispered Gandalf as he hurried down the stained corridor.
Earlier, Aragorn had found the handprint on the device that opened the trap door. From the dark color of the blood, it was clear that their new ally was wounded but not so much that he was unable to leave clues for them to follow. The Istari now led the rescue party as the Man's tracking skills were not longer required to find their companions. The trail was clear enough for all of them to see in the dim light. Behind the wizard, Aragorn's hand tightened around Anduril's hilt. The Watcher had lost too much blood for his comfort; they must find the missing ones soon before it was too late.
Within the safety of his hiding place, Haldir could hear footsteps. His companions had arrived. The archer was surprised the cautious King of Gondor had started the search for them in the dark. This was not a risk that Aragorn would usually take. The Elf wondered if the Man's decision had to do with Legolas. Since the Uruk-Hai left, the Guardian of Lòrien had time to ponder the mystery that was his new friend. He had come to the conclusion that their new ally was a Watcher in the body of Saruman's creature. Perhaps Legolas was the same one who visited Aragorn's dreams, the same one the Man lost long ago. If this was true, Haldir knew he could never forgive himself if anything happened to the Prince. He would rather die than see the King of Gondor heart-broken.
The new Fellowship found its Elven member without difficulty. The small entrance to the cave was clearly indicated by a small puddle of Legolas' blood. When Éomer saw his beloved Elf alive, he rushed forward, past all his companions, and gathered Haldir in a tight embrace. "I was so afraid we will not find you in time."
"Well, you found me," whispered a blushing Haldir. The Man might be too overjoyed to see the smirks on their companions' faces, but the Elf was not. Though the Guardian had decided to give Éomer a chance, he would prefer not to announce their attraction to each other in public so soon; especially since he had yet to talk to the young Man alone.
Their joyful reunion was interrupted when Aragorn asked in an urgent tone, "Where is our new friend?"
"Legolas tried to lead the were-wolf away by himself. Please hurry to find him, I will be fine on my own here," muttered the Elf, still smothered in Éomer's embrace.
"We are not leaving you alone," vowed the young King adamantly, refusing to let go of his Elf. He could sense Haldir's defenses were down; the archer had not tried to push him away yet. Perhaps, the Guardian of Lòrien would accept his love, given time.
"Éomer is right, we cannot leave Haldir alone. Besides, the Hobbits should not go any further. I will guide you and Gimli on our search. The others should stay here. Frodo, do you have the Light of Earendil that Lady Galadriel gave you?" asked the Istar as he began to move out of the cavern, closely followed by Aragorn and the Dwarf.
"Yes," replied Frodo as he removed the star-glass from his pocket. It was enough to illuminate the entire cavern, providing light for those who were left behind.
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It seemed that he had been running forever. Blackness claimed his vision long ago as his life's blood continued to seep out of him. Only his will drove him on, but soon, even that would not be able to force his limping form to move any further. Legolas wondered if he had led the were-wolf far enough away from Haldir.
The Elf's scent was still on him, the smell Haldir's blood remained where his friend's injured legs touched his clothes. He knew it was what deceived the monster into thinking he still carried the Elven archer. Besides, his profuse bleeding has probably overwhelmed his hunter's senses, preventing him from locating the Elf. For as long as his heart beats, Legolas knew the creature would follow him, baited by his dark blood. But he knew he could not last long; he only hoped he had given the Fellowship enough time to find the Guardian of Lòrien.
Even his senses were weakened. Failing to feel a large stone in front of him, the Prince tripped and flew forward, crashing onto the ground. Legolas no longer had the strength to fight; as he heard footsteps closing in on him, he simply remained still to await his fate.
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Aragorn's blood froze at the sight of a were-wolf bent over the prone form of their new ally, ready to end the Watcher's life. He wanted to draw Anduril and rushed at the monster, but he knew it would be too late. At that very moment, before anguish completely took over the Man's heart, Gimli threw an axe into the creature's side. The intelligent beast knew it could kill the Uruk-Hai anytime, so it turned its attention towards the three new intruders to its lair. As the monster closed the distance between them, the Dwarf threw another axe, which hit the creature squarely in the chest. It roared in pain, yanked out the offending weapon and hefted it back at Gimli.
By this time, the King was ready for battle. Aragorn knocked the flying axe aside easily, a loud clatter echoed in the tunnels as the weapon hit the walls harmlessly. Rage overtook the Man, giving him speed and strength he did not know he possessed. He was no longer fighting a were-wolf; his mind was trapped in the past, where he failed to protect the one he loved the most. Aragorn charged the beast, dodging its outstretched claws and with one swing of Anduril, severed the foul creature's head. Ignoring the dead monster, the King rushed to the Watcher's side.
It all happened so quickly that Gimli and Gandalf could only watch as Aragorn killed the were-wolf with one blow. The Man now knelt by their new ally's side, holding the Uruk-Hai's hand, weeping, whispering, "Please don't leave me."
As the Wizard approached the pair, he noticed that Legolas was still alive. His injuries were very severely, but there was still a chance that their ally would survive. "Aragorn, we need to take him somewhere safe to treat his wounds now. It is not too late."
Hearing Gandalf's voice jolted the Man back to the present. Confused, he shook his head and saw that he grasped the Watcher's hand. Aragorn knew he must have confused their new friend with the real Legolas. He did not remember much of his actions upon his first sighting of the were-wolf; but the Man could guess that he must have killed the monster that threatened to take this 'new Legolas' away. Without another word, the King lifted the injured Uruk-Hai gently and began their track back to their camp.
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"His injuries are very severe. We have done all we could. It is up to him now to fight his way back. But if he does not awake by dawn, he would die," said Gandalf as he patted the King gently on the shoulder.
Both healers were exhausted from their attempts to save their new ally's life. They began work on the Watcher as soon as they returned to camp. Though Haldir was also wounded, the Elf insisted that both healers tend to Legolas first. The stubborn archer practically refused to be touched by Aragorn or Gandalf until they gave the Prince proper medical care. The Watcher's injuries were far more serious; besides, the Guardian of Lòrien was in no hurry to see a real healer when he had Éomer washing and binding his wounds.
Aragorn nodded numbly, not wanting to accept the fact that there was nothing more they could do. But he knew Gandalf was right; he sincerely hoped the Watcher had something to fight for, someone dear that he would wish to see again. It would be no small feat for their ally to return to the living; only an unyielding desire to live could bring their new friend back. The Man could not bear to fail his beloved Prince once more.
"You are tired, get some sleep," suggested the Wizard. When Aragorn opened his mouth to begin to argue, Gandalf added, "Watching over him will not help, my friend. You will only be wasting your strength."
As much as the King hated to admit it, he was exhausted. He knew the Istar was right. Reluctantly, he headed back to the cave where Éomer and Haldir resided. Aragorn was not sure if he could find rest, but he would try. He needed to be strong for the Fellowship; he knew tomorrow would be another hard day.
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"How is he?" asked a shirtless Guardian of Lòrien softly. The King of Rohan was done tending his wounds and had moved on to cleaning the rest of him.
"Not good. If he does not wake by tomorrow, he will die," replied Aragorn in a deadpan voice. The Man slowly moved to his bedroll and stretched out upon it.
"Don't worry. I know how to wake him," smiled Haldir as he remembered what Legolas had asked of him. He knew his plan would force his new friend to fight his way back to the living. "Éomer, do you mind carrying me over to see our wounded ally?"
Confounded, the young King did as instructed. Though he did not understand what the Elf had in mind and would much rather continue washing his beloved, he trusted Haldir completely. The archer must have a reason for his request. When they entered the larger cave that housed the rest of the Fellowship, Haldir asked to be put down beside their unconscious companion.
Haldir ignored all the amused stares at the sight of Éomer carrying him to their camp. He was well aware that he was partially undressed; but being an Elf, he was not overly modest concerning his body. Besides, the Lòrien archer had a long discussion with the young Man when Éomer treated his injuries. Since they were going to give their attraction a chance to develop, the Elf did not see any harm in a little public display of affection in front of the Fellowship. If the couple could not even endure their friends' scrutiny, they would not last long when they returned to their peoples.
Speaking to Legolas was too important and the Elf did not wish for any further delay. As soon as Éomer laid him down, he leant into his new friend and whispered, "Remember what you asked me to do in the cave? I never responded before you left, and I have decided I don't want to tell him. If you want to warn your beloved King, wake up and do it yourself. Before you give up and die on us, know that you hold Aragorn's fate in your hands."
"What was that about?" asked the inquisitive Pippin. The wizard merely arched his brows at the Elf, while the other Hobbits eagerly awaited an answer to their spokesman's question. Only Gimli remained uninterested; the events of the night had taken a toll on the Dwarf and the warrior decided he would regain his strength best by sleeping early. He was already snoring when the Elf and young King entered.
"I cannot say. Legolas will explain tomorrow," said Haldir coyly, smiling at the prone form of the Uruk-Hai. The Elf knew without a doubt that even if his friend were already in the Halls of Mandos, he would find a way back to warn Aragorn. The Watcher would do anything to keep the Man safe from harm.
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Darkness took him. Legolas drifted out of conscious thoughts and time. Through the haziness, he could hear voices calling him back; but the darkness was too comforting. It was so easy to give in. Only pain and heartbreak awaited him if he headed towards the light that broke the tranquility of the never-ending night. The illumination dimmed; it was now only a small candle, flickering, a flame fighting to stay alive in the engulfing darkness.
Peace, something he had not known for so long, finally his. Then he heard it, a lilting voice, goading him to return to his suffering. Aragorn.... a name, so strange yet so familiar, stirring something in him that could not be denied. Bittersweet love tugged at him relentlessly, demanding him to willingly relinquish the comfort of oblivion and darkness, to plunge again into the harsh world of conscious thought.
No, he would not surrender his new haven without a fight; he would not return to his torment. The voice was gone, but there was no reprieve. "Aragorn"... a loving whisper, echoing in the darkness; " Gweston le, meleth nîn ù-thinnatha." [I swear to thee, my love would never fade]..... a pledge of eternal love; a rich, gravelly voice begging him to come back...."Please don't leave me". Suddenly, a chill crept into his refuge, a warning of approaching danger. Not to him, but to this stranger who disturbed his well-earned rest..... Aragorn was in danger.
Conscious thoughts struck the Prince full force. Cursed that tricky Haldir for doing this to him, for forcing him to fight for his life when all he wanted was to give up and die. When he awoke from his coma, Legolas swore he would give his friend a good beating. But not before he warned the Man of Morn-ndùath's intentions. Maybe Éomer would kill him if he tried to take his revenge on Haldir. The King of Rohan was in love with the Elf after all. The Watcher knew he did not have much time; the light guiding him back to the land of the living was almost extinguished. He needed to concentrate on gathering his strength to move towards the dim illumination. He would worry about his future later.
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