Midnight musings
(Aragorn's thoughts)
(A/N: Yup bballstar42! I did use 'agony' too many times, I kinda meant too...although I'm not sure why..lol...well thanks everyone for the nice reviews!!!!!!!!)
Legolas sleeps peacefully after a traumatic day. I don't know if I could have handled seeing him like that any longer, but I knew I had to keep my promise; I wouldn't leave him to face this alone. It has to be about midnight now. I see the dim candlelight shine from underneath and through the sides and top of Ada's door. He has been in there ever since Legolas' convulsion had gone. A bit further down the hall I see two more lights shining through the doors. Elladan and Elrohir were awake. I hear nothing, but silence, as the rest of the people sleep. Arwen had gone to Lothlorien about a year ago to visit some friends and get away for awhile.
I don't feel sleepy at all. I guess my body has become accustomed to staying awake like this. Legolas remains still. Deadly still and I worry for him. The trees had said they worry for him and not worried for him, but I think little of that since Legolas is now in my Father's hands. I wonder if Ada could have found something (a medicine) that would help Legolas' illness, but wouldn't cause him further pain. I shall ask him when morning comes.
The situation at hand doesn't seem AS bad as one that happened about a year ago.
//FLASHBACK// ((NO POV))
Aragorn stood about 20-feet behind Legolas as the Prince argued with his Father. The Mirkwood King said a terrible amount of cruel things about the race of Men, but Aragorn remained silent with a face of stone to hide emotion. He wouldn't say anything for his friend was really far into the argument. The King had denied Legolas to go with Aragorn on another "adventure", but Legolas was steadily winning the fight.
"Very true, MY LORD, although I have to disagree. I would also like to state, with your permission, that I can defend myself in battle." Legolas said, using the words MY LORD to show his Father that he was angry. Thranduil was speechless as Legolas turned on his heel, gestured for Aragorn to follow, and walked out the door.
//END FLASHBACK// ((back to POV))
I look out the window. I can see the moon from here. It's so big tonight, but it seems to be full of sadness. Everything, being or nature, has been sad ever since Legolas got sick. I quietly ask my friend if he remembers defying his father. I, of course, get no response. The Prince stays asleep, dreaming, peacefully with no pain. I am glad he does not have to be in pain right now. As if on the wrong cue, Legolas opens his eyes. He whispers something that I do not hear.
"I'm sorry, Mellon nin, I can't hear you." I say and lean forward. He whispers it again. I only catch the last word, Wrong. "Again, my friend. You whisper too softly." I say gently. He repeats himself and I catch the agonizing verse. "Something's terribly wrong."
(Aragorn's thoughts)
(A/N: Yup bballstar42! I did use 'agony' too many times, I kinda meant too...although I'm not sure why..lol...well thanks everyone for the nice reviews!!!!!!!!)
Legolas sleeps peacefully after a traumatic day. I don't know if I could have handled seeing him like that any longer, but I knew I had to keep my promise; I wouldn't leave him to face this alone. It has to be about midnight now. I see the dim candlelight shine from underneath and through the sides and top of Ada's door. He has been in there ever since Legolas' convulsion had gone. A bit further down the hall I see two more lights shining through the doors. Elladan and Elrohir were awake. I hear nothing, but silence, as the rest of the people sleep. Arwen had gone to Lothlorien about a year ago to visit some friends and get away for awhile.
I don't feel sleepy at all. I guess my body has become accustomed to staying awake like this. Legolas remains still. Deadly still and I worry for him. The trees had said they worry for him and not worried for him, but I think little of that since Legolas is now in my Father's hands. I wonder if Ada could have found something (a medicine) that would help Legolas' illness, but wouldn't cause him further pain. I shall ask him when morning comes.
The situation at hand doesn't seem AS bad as one that happened about a year ago.
//FLASHBACK// ((NO POV))
Aragorn stood about 20-feet behind Legolas as the Prince argued with his Father. The Mirkwood King said a terrible amount of cruel things about the race of Men, but Aragorn remained silent with a face of stone to hide emotion. He wouldn't say anything for his friend was really far into the argument. The King had denied Legolas to go with Aragorn on another "adventure", but Legolas was steadily winning the fight.
"Very true, MY LORD, although I have to disagree. I would also like to state, with your permission, that I can defend myself in battle." Legolas said, using the words MY LORD to show his Father that he was angry. Thranduil was speechless as Legolas turned on his heel, gestured for Aragorn to follow, and walked out the door.
//END FLASHBACK// ((back to POV))
I look out the window. I can see the moon from here. It's so big tonight, but it seems to be full of sadness. Everything, being or nature, has been sad ever since Legolas got sick. I quietly ask my friend if he remembers defying his father. I, of course, get no response. The Prince stays asleep, dreaming, peacefully with no pain. I am glad he does not have to be in pain right now. As if on the wrong cue, Legolas opens his eyes. He whispers something that I do not hear.
"I'm sorry, Mellon nin, I can't hear you." I say and lean forward. He whispers it again. I only catch the last word, Wrong. "Again, my friend. You whisper too softly." I say gently. He repeats himself and I catch the agonizing verse. "Something's terribly wrong."