You still have a tomorrow
Thranduil was there, looking like he hadn't slept in many years, and he held a sword. "Legolas, mellon nin, I'll be back." Aragorn whispered to his friend. Legolas didn't respond with words, but he weakly gripped Aragorn's hand. Aragorn gave his friend's hand a grip that said, "I'll be back in a minute, mellon nin.", and stood straight. "You should leave." Aragorn said. Thranduil didn't move. "He's sleeping." Aragorn said. Thranduil took a step inside. "I didn't come to see you, you filthy Human." Thranduil snarled to Aragorn.
Legolas shifted restlessly and in obvious pain. Aragorn turned his head slightly. "Ai, mellon nin. Rest and I'll be there in a minute." Aragorn whispered. "You speak as if you know him well, Human." Thranduil said sharply. "Well, I am his best friend. I should know him somewhat." Aragorn replied, sarcasm laced throughout his voice. He kept his eyes on the older blonde Elf. The King only stood there. "I wish to see my son." Thranduil said after a moment. "He doesn't seem too thrilled to have you here. He might not want to see you...I mean, after all, you DID stab him..." Aragorn said.
"Thranduil." Legolas' voiced weakly. The King looked at his son and made to go closer. "Stay where...you are..." Legolas tried. "Son, you know naught of what you speak! I am your father...I need to see you." The older Elf said. "You don't like my Human friend, even though he's fine by me...and...you don't...seem to love me very much...he's right, King of Mirkwood, I don't want to see you...not after you stabbed me...and disbelieved in me..." Legolas said in a more strong voice. Thranduil was taken aback.
He looked to Aragorn and pointed a finger at the Human, menacingly. "YOU! You tell my son these lies! You try to keep him from me!" Thranduil cried. Aragorn shook his head. Thranduil raised the sword, which had been kept to his side. Aragorn's blade was in his hands a heartbeat later. Legolas was half-awake and half-asleep while he watched. He wasn't fully aware of the danger they were putting themselves in, but he knew they were fighting and he knew he didn't want to see his Father now. He heard the Elvish insults go from one to the other. He didn't like what was happening.
Then, he heard the clash of the blades. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He was too tired. He wanted this to stop! NOW! He searched for some reason to stop the fight. Then, he had an idea. He touched the bandages around his stomach and then he pressed and clawed to make them bleed again. Legolas bit his lip to keep from crying out. Once he felt his blood flow again he rested against the pillows. "Aragorn...my wound...has reopened." He said. The blades stopped in midair and Aragorn came rushing to his friend's side.
Aragorn pressed on the wound, trying to stop the flow of blood. Legolas bit his lip and held back a cry of pain. Soon, he felt his world fade and then dissolve into complete darkness.
Aragorn kept trying to stop the flow of blood. "Legolas?" He asked, seeing that his friend's eyes were now closed and his breathing was steadier than before. No response. "You killed him?" Thranduil's mangled cry came from behind. "No, you son of an Orc! I wouldn't kill my best friend. He sleeps." Aragorn said sharply.
The blood flow stopped and Aragorn wiped the sweat off of Legolas' forehead with a soft cloth. The Prince slept, his eyes closed.
Thranduil stormed out of the room, barely making any noise, and slammed the door. Aragorn winced, knowing that this might wake Legolas, and the Prince needed sleep.
"Everything is okay, mellon nin. You still have a tomorrow and so do I, thanks to you." Aragorn said.
Thranduil was there, looking like he hadn't slept in many years, and he held a sword. "Legolas, mellon nin, I'll be back." Aragorn whispered to his friend. Legolas didn't respond with words, but he weakly gripped Aragorn's hand. Aragorn gave his friend's hand a grip that said, "I'll be back in a minute, mellon nin.", and stood straight. "You should leave." Aragorn said. Thranduil didn't move. "He's sleeping." Aragorn said. Thranduil took a step inside. "I didn't come to see you, you filthy Human." Thranduil snarled to Aragorn.
Legolas shifted restlessly and in obvious pain. Aragorn turned his head slightly. "Ai, mellon nin. Rest and I'll be there in a minute." Aragorn whispered. "You speak as if you know him well, Human." Thranduil said sharply. "Well, I am his best friend. I should know him somewhat." Aragorn replied, sarcasm laced throughout his voice. He kept his eyes on the older blonde Elf. The King only stood there. "I wish to see my son." Thranduil said after a moment. "He doesn't seem too thrilled to have you here. He might not want to see you...I mean, after all, you DID stab him..." Aragorn said.
"Thranduil." Legolas' voiced weakly. The King looked at his son and made to go closer. "Stay where...you are..." Legolas tried. "Son, you know naught of what you speak! I am your father...I need to see you." The older Elf said. "You don't like my Human friend, even though he's fine by me...and...you don't...seem to love me very much...he's right, King of Mirkwood, I don't want to see you...not after you stabbed me...and disbelieved in me..." Legolas said in a more strong voice. Thranduil was taken aback.
He looked to Aragorn and pointed a finger at the Human, menacingly. "YOU! You tell my son these lies! You try to keep him from me!" Thranduil cried. Aragorn shook his head. Thranduil raised the sword, which had been kept to his side. Aragorn's blade was in his hands a heartbeat later. Legolas was half-awake and half-asleep while he watched. He wasn't fully aware of the danger they were putting themselves in, but he knew they were fighting and he knew he didn't want to see his Father now. He heard the Elvish insults go from one to the other. He didn't like what was happening.
Then, he heard the clash of the blades. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He was too tired. He wanted this to stop! NOW! He searched for some reason to stop the fight. Then, he had an idea. He touched the bandages around his stomach and then he pressed and clawed to make them bleed again. Legolas bit his lip to keep from crying out. Once he felt his blood flow again he rested against the pillows. "Aragorn...my wound...has reopened." He said. The blades stopped in midair and Aragorn came rushing to his friend's side.
Aragorn pressed on the wound, trying to stop the flow of blood. Legolas bit his lip and held back a cry of pain. Soon, he felt his world fade and then dissolve into complete darkness.
Aragorn kept trying to stop the flow of blood. "Legolas?" He asked, seeing that his friend's eyes were now closed and his breathing was steadier than before. No response. "You killed him?" Thranduil's mangled cry came from behind. "No, you son of an Orc! I wouldn't kill my best friend. He sleeps." Aragorn said sharply.
The blood flow stopped and Aragorn wiped the sweat off of Legolas' forehead with a soft cloth. The Prince slept, his eyes closed.
Thranduil stormed out of the room, barely making any noise, and slammed the door. Aragorn winced, knowing that this might wake Legolas, and the Prince needed sleep.
"Everything is okay, mellon nin. You still have a tomorrow and so do I, thanks to you." Aragorn said.