A lifetime for you
Aragorn sat, his journal in his lap as he wrote, never moving from his place beside his best friend.
JOURNAL ENTRY;
...I never thought I'd have to miss him so much. I never thought I'd have to see him this sick. I never thought I'd see him so helpless...and I never thought I'd feel this helpless. I miss the way he smiled whenever he saw me. I cannot wait until his sense of humor comes back. I want everything to be normal again. Just like it used to be.
Legolas says something in Elvish and it sounds like "Abandon". He has become more delirious than before. It is getting worse, but at least the shock has lowered. Something has been on my mind. It won't stop bugging me until I actually take time to think it through.
What will happen when Legolas gets better? I mean, his father DID stab him and insult me. Thranduil also insulted Legolas, but my friend only thinks of me. Will Legolas stay here? Will he go home to a place where he isn't safe anymore? I wonder, but whatever choice he makes, I will stand beside him the whole way. I just worry that I will receive another letter from my Elf-friend asking me to send someone to get him because his father has beaten him again. The first time that happened, I got so scared that I went myself to bring my friend to Rivendell.
That was the scariest moment of my life. Now, I see my friend in so much pain and I disagree that things couldn't have gotten worse after the named incident. Legolas will get better. My heart tells me and I tell myself.
The first time Legolas and I met, we hated each other. I thought him to be a spoiled rotten Prince and he thought I was just like any other Man. We judged too quickly. Then, I learned that Legolas only felt that way towards me because he had been hurt at the hands of Men before I was born and he didn't EVER even act like a Prince.
What he learned about me, I am still unsure, but it might have something to do with my family history. Legolas puts a hand to his stomach now and I need to give my attention to him.
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Legolas put a hand to his stomach and turned his head to one side. "What is wrong, mellon nin?" Aragorn asked, taking Legolas' hand in his own. There was no response since the Prince was still asleep. Aragorn frowned. He was still pained in his sleep and that wasn't a good sign. Aragorn gently moved Legolas' hand from his stomach and moved the too-big button-up shirt. Elrond had told Aragorn just to put that on him.
The shirt was silky and a deep black color. It buttoned up the front and it was too big on the Elf. Aragorn gasped as he unbuttoned the shirt. The bandage was now covered with blood and fading as all the blood made it weak.
Aragorn grabbed some towels, bandages, fresh water, and a new over-sized shirt for his friend and sat on the bed next to him. Aragorn sighed as Legolas opened his eyes, fully aware of what was happening. Aragorn reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of a sleeping drug. He poured it into a cup and offered it to his friend, who drank the whole thing.
The weak Elf fell asleep quickly and Aragorn un-bandaged the wound. He gasped. Around the wound, dark bruises (like the ones that were on his chest) had formed. Aragorn gently cleaned the wound and bandaged it again. He would have to tell his father about this.
Legolas' breathing became short as more pain entered. Aragorn grasped his hand and whispered into the Elf's ear, "I'm going to spend my entire lifetime with you. You're my best friend...my brother. You shall live.".
Legolas smiled softly at the words, but remained unconscious.
Aragorn sat, his journal in his lap as he wrote, never moving from his place beside his best friend.
JOURNAL ENTRY;
...I never thought I'd have to miss him so much. I never thought I'd have to see him this sick. I never thought I'd see him so helpless...and I never thought I'd feel this helpless. I miss the way he smiled whenever he saw me. I cannot wait until his sense of humor comes back. I want everything to be normal again. Just like it used to be.
Legolas says something in Elvish and it sounds like "Abandon". He has become more delirious than before. It is getting worse, but at least the shock has lowered. Something has been on my mind. It won't stop bugging me until I actually take time to think it through.
What will happen when Legolas gets better? I mean, his father DID stab him and insult me. Thranduil also insulted Legolas, but my friend only thinks of me. Will Legolas stay here? Will he go home to a place where he isn't safe anymore? I wonder, but whatever choice he makes, I will stand beside him the whole way. I just worry that I will receive another letter from my Elf-friend asking me to send someone to get him because his father has beaten him again. The first time that happened, I got so scared that I went myself to bring my friend to Rivendell.
That was the scariest moment of my life. Now, I see my friend in so much pain and I disagree that things couldn't have gotten worse after the named incident. Legolas will get better. My heart tells me and I tell myself.
The first time Legolas and I met, we hated each other. I thought him to be a spoiled rotten Prince and he thought I was just like any other Man. We judged too quickly. Then, I learned that Legolas only felt that way towards me because he had been hurt at the hands of Men before I was born and he didn't EVER even act like a Prince.
What he learned about me, I am still unsure, but it might have something to do with my family history. Legolas puts a hand to his stomach now and I need to give my attention to him.
END ENTRY
Legolas put a hand to his stomach and turned his head to one side. "What is wrong, mellon nin?" Aragorn asked, taking Legolas' hand in his own. There was no response since the Prince was still asleep. Aragorn frowned. He was still pained in his sleep and that wasn't a good sign. Aragorn gently moved Legolas' hand from his stomach and moved the too-big button-up shirt. Elrond had told Aragorn just to put that on him.
The shirt was silky and a deep black color. It buttoned up the front and it was too big on the Elf. Aragorn gasped as he unbuttoned the shirt. The bandage was now covered with blood and fading as all the blood made it weak.
Aragorn grabbed some towels, bandages, fresh water, and a new over-sized shirt for his friend and sat on the bed next to him. Aragorn sighed as Legolas opened his eyes, fully aware of what was happening. Aragorn reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of a sleeping drug. He poured it into a cup and offered it to his friend, who drank the whole thing.
The weak Elf fell asleep quickly and Aragorn un-bandaged the wound. He gasped. Around the wound, dark bruises (like the ones that were on his chest) had formed. Aragorn gently cleaned the wound and bandaged it again. He would have to tell his father about this.
Legolas' breathing became short as more pain entered. Aragorn grasped his hand and whispered into the Elf's ear, "I'm going to spend my entire lifetime with you. You're my best friend...my brother. You shall live.".
Legolas smiled softly at the words, but remained unconscious.