A/N
Hey, I'm back! Sorry for the delay, but I've been feeling lazy after I got back and didn't want to update. That, and I really HATE this chapter. I hate it, I hate it and I utterly LOATHE it! Oh well.
In response to all my lovely reviewers that were confused about the Nazgul talking, I have just one thing to say. It was all my brother's fault! As to Legolas not being perfect, and the less than Middle Earthish dialog, it's supposed to make it more believable and if that's not your style I apologize.
And now, on to the next chapter!
Chapter four:
Relapse
The next morning when Aragorn went to check on his friend, he was horrified at what he saw. Legolas was writhing on the bed, his sheets stained red with blood. Rushing up to his friend, Aragorn tried frantically to see what was wrong. He received his answer when he saw a thick trail of blood pouring from Legolas's nose and mouth.
"Aragorn," Legolas murmured weakly, seeing his friend. "Help me," he whimpered as he choked out more blood.
Aragorn panicked, not knowing what was happening to his friend or how to help him. "Hang on mellonamin! I'll go find a healer!" As he turned to run out of the room, he was stopped by Legolas, who had desperately latched on to his arm.
"No!" he shouted hanging on to Aragorn as if he were hanging on to his very life. "Don't leave me!" The desperate fear in Legolas's voice was enough to freeze Aragorn, who had never before seen fear in Legolas, in his tracks.
"I'm right here, Legolas," Aragorn reassured his friend as he sat down on the bed. Legolas actually smiled slightly when he received his friend's assurance before coughing up another mouthful of blood. Tears started flowing down Aragorn's face as e clutched his friend's hand fearing that this may be the end for his best friend.
Fortunately, it was at this moment that Elrond had decided to check on his patient. Aragorn turned to his father in surprise before immediately jumping up and pulling him to the bed.
"Please help him, Ada!" Aragorn begged, motioning towards Legolas's writhing form. Elrond immediately set to work, knowing he had a limited amount of time to try and prevent the prince from making the journey to the Halls of Mandos. Aragorn just stood there as his father treated Legolas, to shocked and worried to move.
"Go alert the healing staff, Estel," Elrond called as he ran about, gathering various herbs and potions. Aragorn hesitated, afraid to leave Legolas, lest he never see him alive again. "Now, Aragorn!" Elrond shouted when his son remained unmoving. The use of his true name spurred Aragorn into action and he left the room in a dead sprint, shouting for the healers as he went.
When he made it to the healing wing, most of the healers were already in the hall wondering what all the commotion was about. "What's going on, Estel?" asked one as Aragorn charged into their midst.
"It's Legolas. He's having some kind of a relapse!" Aragorn said, not pausing for breath. The news spurred the healers into action and they immediately ran to the guest chambers.
~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn looked at the closed door again as if he could make it open with his will. He sighed as the door remained closed and resumed his agitated pacing. "Still no word?" Arwen asked as she approached her distraught lover. Aragorn shook his head.
"They've been in there for hours!" Arwen heard the distress in his voice and recognized it as the same that filled her own heart.
"It's all right, melamin," she said placing hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Sighing, Aragorn submitted to the touch of his lover.
"I don't understand. He was getting better. I mean, we talked for hours yesterday, and he was sleeping peacefully when I left him." Aragorn ran a hand through his hair, willing himself to calm down.
"I know, my love," said Arwen, embracing him. "I know how hard this is, but we mustn't lose hope. Legolas is a strong elf, and as we have seen many times before, he is not one to easily submit to death," Arwen told Aragorn truthfully.
"But you don't understand, Arwen!" Aragorn insisted, his voice gaining a higher pitch as he held back a sob. "I have known Legolas my entire life and I have never seen him scared. He was terrified, Arwen! He wouldn't even let me go get a healer!" Aragorn was openly crying now, the events of that morning playing over and over in his mind.
"Well there's nothing we can do now except pray that the Valar spare him," Arwen said, looking at the closed door.
And pray they did until both fell into a light and troubled sleep.
Well, there you go! Probably the worst chapter in the whole thing and if you're reading this I congratulate you for enduring that piece of crap.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW OR THERE'LL BE NO MORE OF THIS STORY FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey, I'm back! Sorry for the delay, but I've been feeling lazy after I got back and didn't want to update. That, and I really HATE this chapter. I hate it, I hate it and I utterly LOATHE it! Oh well.
In response to all my lovely reviewers that were confused about the Nazgul talking, I have just one thing to say. It was all my brother's fault! As to Legolas not being perfect, and the less than Middle Earthish dialog, it's supposed to make it more believable and if that's not your style I apologize.
And now, on to the next chapter!
Chapter four:
Relapse
The next morning when Aragorn went to check on his friend, he was horrified at what he saw. Legolas was writhing on the bed, his sheets stained red with blood. Rushing up to his friend, Aragorn tried frantically to see what was wrong. He received his answer when he saw a thick trail of blood pouring from Legolas's nose and mouth.
"Aragorn," Legolas murmured weakly, seeing his friend. "Help me," he whimpered as he choked out more blood.
Aragorn panicked, not knowing what was happening to his friend or how to help him. "Hang on mellonamin! I'll go find a healer!" As he turned to run out of the room, he was stopped by Legolas, who had desperately latched on to his arm.
"No!" he shouted hanging on to Aragorn as if he were hanging on to his very life. "Don't leave me!" The desperate fear in Legolas's voice was enough to freeze Aragorn, who had never before seen fear in Legolas, in his tracks.
"I'm right here, Legolas," Aragorn reassured his friend as he sat down on the bed. Legolas actually smiled slightly when he received his friend's assurance before coughing up another mouthful of blood. Tears started flowing down Aragorn's face as e clutched his friend's hand fearing that this may be the end for his best friend.
Fortunately, it was at this moment that Elrond had decided to check on his patient. Aragorn turned to his father in surprise before immediately jumping up and pulling him to the bed.
"Please help him, Ada!" Aragorn begged, motioning towards Legolas's writhing form. Elrond immediately set to work, knowing he had a limited amount of time to try and prevent the prince from making the journey to the Halls of Mandos. Aragorn just stood there as his father treated Legolas, to shocked and worried to move.
"Go alert the healing staff, Estel," Elrond called as he ran about, gathering various herbs and potions. Aragorn hesitated, afraid to leave Legolas, lest he never see him alive again. "Now, Aragorn!" Elrond shouted when his son remained unmoving. The use of his true name spurred Aragorn into action and he left the room in a dead sprint, shouting for the healers as he went.
When he made it to the healing wing, most of the healers were already in the hall wondering what all the commotion was about. "What's going on, Estel?" asked one as Aragorn charged into their midst.
"It's Legolas. He's having some kind of a relapse!" Aragorn said, not pausing for breath. The news spurred the healers into action and they immediately ran to the guest chambers.
~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn looked at the closed door again as if he could make it open with his will. He sighed as the door remained closed and resumed his agitated pacing. "Still no word?" Arwen asked as she approached her distraught lover. Aragorn shook his head.
"They've been in there for hours!" Arwen heard the distress in his voice and recognized it as the same that filled her own heart.
"It's all right, melamin," she said placing hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Sighing, Aragorn submitted to the touch of his lover.
"I don't understand. He was getting better. I mean, we talked for hours yesterday, and he was sleeping peacefully when I left him." Aragorn ran a hand through his hair, willing himself to calm down.
"I know, my love," said Arwen, embracing him. "I know how hard this is, but we mustn't lose hope. Legolas is a strong elf, and as we have seen many times before, he is not one to easily submit to death," Arwen told Aragorn truthfully.
"But you don't understand, Arwen!" Aragorn insisted, his voice gaining a higher pitch as he held back a sob. "I have known Legolas my entire life and I have never seen him scared. He was terrified, Arwen! He wouldn't even let me go get a healer!" Aragorn was openly crying now, the events of that morning playing over and over in his mind.
"Well there's nothing we can do now except pray that the Valar spare him," Arwen said, looking at the closed door.
And pray they did until both fell into a light and troubled sleep.
Well, there you go! Probably the worst chapter in the whole thing and if you're reading this I congratulate you for enduring that piece of crap.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW OR THERE'LL BE NO MORE OF THIS STORY FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!