A very strange evil
(Since Deana was so surprised and unaware that I was going to do that, this chapter is dedicated to her. She is a wonderful reviewer!)
Aragorn looked towards the other scream. Elrond was standing at the door and had screamed out something that sounded like, "NO!". Aragorn quickly turned back to catch his friend as the Elf fell to his knees. When Aragorn gently held his friend, the Elf began to drift into sleep. "No, no, no Legolas. No, mellon nin. You need to stay awake for a minute." Aragorn said softly to his friend. Legolas nodded, pain evident in his eyes.
Elrond came quickly. He quickly noted the situation at hand. He assumed that it had been by Thranduil's blade that Legolas was now bleeding because Thranduil's sword shone red. He assumed that Legolas had thrown himself in front of the weapon that was meant for Aragorn. "Mellon nin?" Legolas breathed. "I am here, Legolas. Shh. Let Elrond care for you." Aragorn said soothingly. "Are you...okay?" Legolas asked. "Am I okay? The question is, 'Are you okay?', and you should keep silent." Aragorn said.
Elrond was only watching the blood pattern. "Aragorn," Elrond started, "get Legolas to his bed, but do not cover him. Prop his head up with one pillow. Get towels and some cold water.". Aragorn slowly stood up with his friend in his arms. Blood covered the front of the Man's tunic. His friend's blood. He set Legolas on the bed and propped his head up with a pillow. The Man rushed to get Elrond the supplies and when he returned he saw Thranduil was gone and Elrond was walking to Legolas.
Aragorn handed his father the supplies and sat on the opposite side. Elrond quickly opened Legolas' nightgown which had gone from white and silver to red, white, and silver. He and Aragorn gasped. The wound slashed across Legolas' stomach. It was horrifyingly deep. "Watch him while I go get herbs." Elrond said and dashed from the room before Aragorn could nod.
"Mellon nin?" Legolas asked breathlessly. "Yes?" Aragorn replied soothingly as he watched Legolas turn his head toward his direction. "It's...it's so...cold." Legolas breathed. Aragorn's heart shattered. "I know. My Ada will heal you fast and then I can cover you with fresh blankets." Aragorn said softly. The white sheets and blankets were becoming red as Legolas' silver-red blood dripped from his wound. The Elf nodded. Legolas had thrown himself in front of the blow that was meant for Aragorn. "Legolas, you didn't have to do that." Aragorn chided gently.
Legolas' eyes showed no more pain. They showed...worry? "But I did and the past cannot be changed. Aragorn, that blow was aimed for your heart. You would have died then and there." Legolas said, trying to keep his voice even. Aragorn had no words for this. He placed his hand on Legolas' forehead as Elrond came in. "Rest, mellon nin." He said.
It was going to be a long night...
(Since Deana was so surprised and unaware that I was going to do that, this chapter is dedicated to her. She is a wonderful reviewer!)
Aragorn looked towards the other scream. Elrond was standing at the door and had screamed out something that sounded like, "NO!". Aragorn quickly turned back to catch his friend as the Elf fell to his knees. When Aragorn gently held his friend, the Elf began to drift into sleep. "No, no, no Legolas. No, mellon nin. You need to stay awake for a minute." Aragorn said softly to his friend. Legolas nodded, pain evident in his eyes.
Elrond came quickly. He quickly noted the situation at hand. He assumed that it had been by Thranduil's blade that Legolas was now bleeding because Thranduil's sword shone red. He assumed that Legolas had thrown himself in front of the weapon that was meant for Aragorn. "Mellon nin?" Legolas breathed. "I am here, Legolas. Shh. Let Elrond care for you." Aragorn said soothingly. "Are you...okay?" Legolas asked. "Am I okay? The question is, 'Are you okay?', and you should keep silent." Aragorn said.
Elrond was only watching the blood pattern. "Aragorn," Elrond started, "get Legolas to his bed, but do not cover him. Prop his head up with one pillow. Get towels and some cold water.". Aragorn slowly stood up with his friend in his arms. Blood covered the front of the Man's tunic. His friend's blood. He set Legolas on the bed and propped his head up with a pillow. The Man rushed to get Elrond the supplies and when he returned he saw Thranduil was gone and Elrond was walking to Legolas.
Aragorn handed his father the supplies and sat on the opposite side. Elrond quickly opened Legolas' nightgown which had gone from white and silver to red, white, and silver. He and Aragorn gasped. The wound slashed across Legolas' stomach. It was horrifyingly deep. "Watch him while I go get herbs." Elrond said and dashed from the room before Aragorn could nod.
"Mellon nin?" Legolas asked breathlessly. "Yes?" Aragorn replied soothingly as he watched Legolas turn his head toward his direction. "It's...it's so...cold." Legolas breathed. Aragorn's heart shattered. "I know. My Ada will heal you fast and then I can cover you with fresh blankets." Aragorn said softly. The white sheets and blankets were becoming red as Legolas' silver-red blood dripped from his wound. The Elf nodded. Legolas had thrown himself in front of the blow that was meant for Aragorn. "Legolas, you didn't have to do that." Aragorn chided gently.
Legolas' eyes showed no more pain. They showed...worry? "But I did and the past cannot be changed. Aragorn, that blow was aimed for your heart. You would have died then and there." Legolas said, trying to keep his voice even. Aragorn had no words for this. He placed his hand on Legolas' forehead as Elrond came in. "Rest, mellon nin." He said.
It was going to be a long night...