Thanks for the reviews! We are completely stunned about how many of you chose to read this! And we're glad you like it so far. It IS a scene in the movie asking for slash, and yes, seeing Legolas panicking there could not be ignored by us *gg*
So enjoy part two of "Fading"
Oh, and all of you hoping for a happy ending....consider the genre..... *evilsmile* (hanky-alert)
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[Legolas]
No. No! "NO!" I hear myself scream, and I feel the pain deep within my heart. Pain, because I cannot bear what I see, and pain because I am not able to help him. My arrow wasn't deep enough, although very well aimed, the troll is too big and it takes more than just this arrow to kill him. To keep him away from my beloved.
I can see how the troll steps with his foot on his chest. That huge foot. Oh, please, let the Valar keep him from hurting Aragorn! He is needed here. Middle-earth needs him. I need him!
But all of a sudden, I know that my plea was in vain. I can hear it. Throughout the noise of the fight, the screams and shouts of the warriors, the clinging of swords and knives, I can hear another sound, more terrible and cruel than anything I've ever heard...
It is the sound of bones cracking. His bones. Aragorn's bones.
NO!
I want to scream, but no sound is leaving my throat. I want to run, but there seems to be no way to reach him. I want to cry, but all I seem to be able to do is stand there and listen to the sound of the bones in my head, repeating over and over. Cracking, splintering.
Aragorn!
Did he come this far, fought this hard, only to meet his match in a cave troll? And why wasn't I there next to him? I could have killed the troll if only I had been closer to him. Closer.
With a gruelling sound, I stab my knife right through the neck of the orc in front of me, pulling it back out to kill another one, while my eyes drift off to search for Aragorn. He cannot be far.
When I find him, my heart stops. Time stands still, as I see him lying on the ground, breathing heavily, barely moving. It cannot be! I don't want to believe what I see, don't want to trust my elven eyes, but in my heart I know I am too late.
I cannot help but stare at him. At his body, broken and smashed from the weight of the cave troll. He will never be able to walk again, if he survives at all. The mere thought of it seems to tear me apart. IF he survives... He has to. He must! Because if he does not, it will be the end for both of us.
"Legolas..."
He looks at me, I know it, but I cannot meet his eyes. I cannot face him now, so I kneel down next to him and take his hand.
The sound of the fighting fades, but whether my ears deceive me or the fight is ending, I cannot tell. All I see, hear and feel is him. My beloved Aragorn. My love, my match, my heart. My life.