-I do not own LOTR or any of it's characters. But Aron, Elomier, and Thelin are mine.-
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Light blue eyes widened slightly and an arrow was set to a bow, string taught. The eyes narrowed and watched silently for the right time to release his arrow.
Frodo had shot out of the tree like an arrow, and had landed on Elomier, latching his arms around his neck tightly. Elomier whirled and grabbed a hold of Frodo's hands with one of his, trying to throw him off. But Frodo only tightened his hold, effectively cutting off the man's air. Elomier choked, and Frodo lossened his hold in surprise, before realizing what he had done and grinning evily and tightening his hold, cutting off Elomier's air again. Elomier choked again and swung around, dropping his sword to the ground and grasping Frodo's hands and trying to get him off.
Unknown to both Estel had seized his chance and picked up his sword and held it ready, waiting for his chance to strike. Elomier's face was now turning purple, and he was desperately clawing aat Frodo's hands, but Frodo wouldn't let go. Elomier swung around again, and Estel saw his chance. He swung his sword around, aiming it at Elomier's chest. But at that moment Elomier swung again, and Frodo's back was now facing his swiftly falling sword. Estel couldn't stop his sword or swing it around, it was too late. All he could do was watch in slow motion as his sword sliced at Frodo's back, leaving a large gash near the shoulders, his clothes instantly reddening. Frodo never let his grip loosen, but he let the most blood-curdling cry Estel had ever heard, and his grip tightened ever more. Elomier fell to his knees, his eyes drooping.
Suddenly an arrow whistled through the air, landing straight in Elomier's chest. The man's eyes widened for a second, and he fell to the ground, lifeless. Aron started to trot over to his companion's prone figure, but another arrow went whistling through the air and straight into the man's chest, and he toppled over, face down and lifeless like his comrade.
Everything was still for a moment, before everyone rushed to where Frodo lay curled up in a ball, breath coming ragged shallow and fast. The back of his jacket was almost completely covered in dark red blood.
Estel and Thelin dropped to their knees beside Frodo, followed by Saradoc and Merry. Legolas was already kneeling down next to Frodo, leaning over him with his hand gently on his shoulder.
"Frodo," Estel spoke softly, trying to get his attention. Frodo turned his head slightly upon hearing Estel's voice, but otherwise made no other sign that he had heard. "Frodo, stay with me alright, try to stay awake." Frodo nodded slightly, his eyelids drooping. Estel looked desperately at Legolas, who sat at Frodo's head. Legolas nodded and started talking to Frodo, trying to keep him awake. Estel tried to sort his jumbled thoughts, tried to calm down. But how could he? He had just cut Frodo with his own sword! Calm down! He told himself, mentally slapping himself. Compose yourself. Now. What do we need to do?
Simple. I need to—
Wait. Aragorn glanced at the dead forms of Aron and Elomier and looked down at Frodo. I can't do anything here. I can't have Frodo laying around in a place of death. I have to get him out of here before I do anything else. Aragorn hesitated for a second before making up his mind. He went to pick Frodo up, but stopped. I can't carry him. I'll jostle him to much. Aragorn looked at the elf, who was still talking to Frodo.
"Legolas," He said quietly, and the elf looked up. "I need you to carry Frodo out of here. I can't, I would jostle him to much."
Merry was at Legolas' side. "What about Ada?" Estel looked over at the nervously dancing and neighing pony,and shook his head. "No, a pony would be even worse than me." He ripped off a long strip of cloth from his cloak, and wrapped it around Frodo's back and chest. Legolas picked him up gingerly, careful to avoid the wound. But despite his efforts, Frodo gave a cry of agony, his bright eyes falling in and out of focus.
Legolas brushed the already sweat soaked curls from Frodo's forehead, and followed Estel out of the clearing, letting the rest follow.
Hold on Frodo. Hold on.
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TBC…
Meep! I hope Frodo will be ok!