So.... let's continue with the plot.. and remember to go get some hankys...
@ bradleigh: Yeah well, poor Aragorn doesn't really know what's happened to him... and he's in shock.
*sniff*
[Legolas]
I cannot bear it. Seeing him lying there, his pale skin shining through the dirt of the fighting, all of his strength gone, and still he is struggling. He does not give up. I even doubt he knows what happened to him. That he is going to..-
I am not able to end the thought. To name it. To fully realize what this all means. Although it is too obvious. No one can survive these injuries. So many bones broken, tendons torn, and from the thin trail of blood that leaves the corner of his mouth, I can tell his lungs are hurt. Badly. Just like all of him.
Another tear runs down my cheek. I should not have met his eyes. But I did, and he saw it, knows it, and I did not want him to feel fear in the end. Not my beautiful Aragorn.
When he tries to move, to get up, I shove my hands under his body and press him against my chest. I hold him close to me, stroking him, trying to hide the slight tremors that run through my crying body, to be strong for him, just as strong as he was for me. Always.
I remember the last time I held him. Hugged him. Not so long ago, shortly before we left for the paths of the dead. I can almost feel his hands touching me, his strong, rough hands. Ai, how I love those hands and the way they touch me, move over my body, explore every inch of my skin, on the outside and on the inside. I tremble just imaging the way he can tease me with his fingers, arousing me in his own special way, and sometimes he can bring me to the highest heights just using his fingers.
"Oh, my love.." I whisper, as I pull him closer. Never will we be able to make love again. Never will I scream out in joy and ecstasy again, after hours of passion and lust. And never will I feel him inside me again, taking me, driving me insane, filling me with that pure white-hot wave, that always takes my senses away.
Oh, my strong, passionate king.
I feel the cold hand tighten it's grip around my heart. And the tears running down my face.
"Le..go..las..."
"I'm here, my love." I manage to utter. "I'm here..." I look at him, carefully stroking over his beautiful face. Memorizing every feature of him, the light in his grey eyes, the thin lines around them, usually full of power and full of life. And now.. full of fear and pain.
"I'm here.." I repeat, lowering my head to kiss his brow. His body tightens, as the pain must be growing stronger. I cling to him, wishing I could take away his fear, or at least soothe it, for he must know by now that his time in middle-earth is spent.
Never in my life have I felt this helpless. I do not know what to say to him to make it easier, where to touch him without hurting him even more, so I just kneel there holding him, with my lips on his brow, hoping, that he won't suffer that much, yet not ready to let him go.