Author Note: Sorry this took so long! I'm trying to balance a lot of
stories.
Reviewer Responses:
Got-lotr: 1. Fear the penguins! 2. *thinks...* 4. I promise nothing. 5. I still promise nothing. 6. ? I'm trying to update as much as possible! About the capturing all the elves... *gasp* I see a ploy bunny!
Viresse0: We promise nothing. We can hurt Legolas as much as we want. *evil laughing*
Tsuki no Lomelinde: Thanks!
Wisk8r: *cringes* We just try to please the reviewers!
Mrs. Ekeena Greenleaf: Thank you very much!
Yavie Aelinel: Here's the continuation. Please read if you're not too busy scaring people.
Yugijouoh: We're glad you like. There might be more Legolas torture. *Hint, hint*
Elven-Star-of-Gold: No more waiting!
Jellylady-strim: I love your expression!
Immortal-grace: Here.
Gollum-Girl: I'm glad that you like it. I love yours too!
Luthien Galathil: The answers to your questions should be in this chapter. Please look at my work. Thanks!
PHEW! I think the responses are longer than the chapter... Just kidding! Uh oh. Maybe you didn't get the joke...*runs away, throwing chapter over her shoulder and it lands near reviewers, who fight for it* Here it is!
* = thoughts
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
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Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 6
*In the Dungeon*
Aragorn grimly set to work. He undid the shackles, which were the only things keeping the elf upright. When released, he crumpled to the ground. He moved the elf onto a blanket in a dry corner of the room. The elf was like a doll, limp and unmoving.
The elf's back and legs were covered in angry red welts. His left wrist was broken, and there was a large bruise on the side of his head. He was fighting against the blackness that threatened to consume him. He fought for consciousness.
Aragorn removed what tatters were left of his clothing and wrapped the elf's battered body in a blanket. Despite the cold temperatures of the dungeon, the elf had a raging fever. "There must be something else," Aragorn murmured.
On the arm of the elf, there was evidence of a puncture, leading Aragorn to believe that the elf had been injected with something. He needed to find out what it was in order to heal him. The puncture hole was larger than normal showing that it had been done harshly and in haste. He then remembered something the guards had said. "We need to restock the room with herbs from the garden to make..." He had been cut off by another guard, who backhanded him.
The elf had started to shake and convulse violently. Aragorn spoke to him again in Elvish. "Auta i lome." (The night is passing)
The elf went limp, moaning for his "ada". Aragorn placed a cool wet cloth on his forehead in hopes of bringing the fever down. He splinted the wrist and wrapped it with athelas and pipsissewa. He made a paste with the pipsissewa and lavender. He massaged it into the elf's wounds inflicted by the whip.
As he started to prepare an herbal medicine, a hand shot out and caught him in the wrist. "What do you want with me?" came the hoarse, trembling voice.
"Shhhh..." Aragorn soothed. "I'm here to help you. The guards did this to you. I seek only to assist you."
The uncertainty lingered in the elf's eyes despite Aragorn's attempts to calm him.
"I'm in charge of you now. I will have to treat you roughly in front of others because that is the way of my people. In secret, I shall do all in my power to help you." Aragorn told him.
"What's your name?" Legolas asked quietly.
"Aragorn and yours?" he said in turn.
"Legolas. I don't know whom to trust but the Valar tells me you are honest. I welcome your assistance, Aragorn. "He said, hope kindling in his eyes.
Legolas released Aragorn's wrist for he was becoming tired. Legolas relaxed and submitted to the healing hands of Aragorn. Aragorn had often helped with wounded men that had returned. He worked with the older healers and already knew more than most of them. He went through old manuscripts. He was called upon often for his knowledge of herb-lore mainly, sometimes medicine. Arathorn agreed that it would be an excellent skill to have when out in the wild, but had never bothered to learn beyond the basics.
Aragorn sang softly as he worked.
May it be an evening star
Shines down on you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Mornie utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië
A promise lives within you now
A promise lives within you now
Aragorn finished the medicine and gave it to Legolas to take. "What's in this?" Legolas asked suspiciously.
Aragorn didn't blame him for asking. He would be asking if he was in the same situation. "It's pipsissewa, an all heal herb with lavender to sweeten the brew." Aragorn said.
Aragorn didn't mention that he had slipped valerian, a sleep-inducing herb, into the mixture. Legolas sniffed it, and then drained the cup.
Legolas looked at him. "Why?" he asked. "Why would you choose to help me when your kind hates mine?"
Aragorn looked distant. "I don't understand why my kind hates yours. I vowed to myself when I saw you that I would save you and prove to my father that elves aren't evil." He said, distracted.
"Thank you." Legolas said be fore his eyes slid shut, no longer able to fight the herbs.
"You're welcome." Aragorn whispered. He gathered his supplies and left some spare blankets and some fruit. He made a mental note to find the elf some clothing.
He thought a moment. *What if my father comes down here and finds the elf unchained? * He propped the elf up against the wall, wrapping his thin body tightly in the blanket. He shackled him as gently as he could. Each shackle that locked closed seem to bite at his heart. It hurt him to see such a beautiful creature treated thus.
He turned to leave, guilt eating him up. He had some things to take care of before he could return. He would find some things and come up with "a better way to restrain the elf."
"Stay safe, Legolas." He whispered before leaving the filth and silver of the dungeon behind.
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AN: Galadriel evenstar here. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it took so long. Please review, so we can update sooner.
Reviewer Responses:
Got-lotr: 1. Fear the penguins! 2. *thinks...* 4. I promise nothing. 5. I still promise nothing. 6. ? I'm trying to update as much as possible! About the capturing all the elves... *gasp* I see a ploy bunny!
Viresse0: We promise nothing. We can hurt Legolas as much as we want. *evil laughing*
Tsuki no Lomelinde: Thanks!
Wisk8r: *cringes* We just try to please the reviewers!
Mrs. Ekeena Greenleaf: Thank you very much!
Yavie Aelinel: Here's the continuation. Please read if you're not too busy scaring people.
Yugijouoh: We're glad you like. There might be more Legolas torture. *Hint, hint*
Elven-Star-of-Gold: No more waiting!
Jellylady-strim: I love your expression!
Immortal-grace: Here.
Gollum-Girl: I'm glad that you like it. I love yours too!
Luthien Galathil: The answers to your questions should be in this chapter. Please look at my work. Thanks!
PHEW! I think the responses are longer than the chapter... Just kidding! Uh oh. Maybe you didn't get the joke...*runs away, throwing chapter over her shoulder and it lands near reviewers, who fight for it* Here it is!
* = thoughts
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 6
*In the Dungeon*
Aragorn grimly set to work. He undid the shackles, which were the only things keeping the elf upright. When released, he crumpled to the ground. He moved the elf onto a blanket in a dry corner of the room. The elf was like a doll, limp and unmoving.
The elf's back and legs were covered in angry red welts. His left wrist was broken, and there was a large bruise on the side of his head. He was fighting against the blackness that threatened to consume him. He fought for consciousness.
Aragorn removed what tatters were left of his clothing and wrapped the elf's battered body in a blanket. Despite the cold temperatures of the dungeon, the elf had a raging fever. "There must be something else," Aragorn murmured.
On the arm of the elf, there was evidence of a puncture, leading Aragorn to believe that the elf had been injected with something. He needed to find out what it was in order to heal him. The puncture hole was larger than normal showing that it had been done harshly and in haste. He then remembered something the guards had said. "We need to restock the room with herbs from the garden to make..." He had been cut off by another guard, who backhanded him.
The elf had started to shake and convulse violently. Aragorn spoke to him again in Elvish. "Auta i lome." (The night is passing)
The elf went limp, moaning for his "ada". Aragorn placed a cool wet cloth on his forehead in hopes of bringing the fever down. He splinted the wrist and wrapped it with athelas and pipsissewa. He made a paste with the pipsissewa and lavender. He massaged it into the elf's wounds inflicted by the whip.
As he started to prepare an herbal medicine, a hand shot out and caught him in the wrist. "What do you want with me?" came the hoarse, trembling voice.
"Shhhh..." Aragorn soothed. "I'm here to help you. The guards did this to you. I seek only to assist you."
The uncertainty lingered in the elf's eyes despite Aragorn's attempts to calm him.
"I'm in charge of you now. I will have to treat you roughly in front of others because that is the way of my people. In secret, I shall do all in my power to help you." Aragorn told him.
"What's your name?" Legolas asked quietly.
"Aragorn and yours?" he said in turn.
"Legolas. I don't know whom to trust but the Valar tells me you are honest. I welcome your assistance, Aragorn. "He said, hope kindling in his eyes.
Legolas released Aragorn's wrist for he was becoming tired. Legolas relaxed and submitted to the healing hands of Aragorn. Aragorn had often helped with wounded men that had returned. He worked with the older healers and already knew more than most of them. He went through old manuscripts. He was called upon often for his knowledge of herb-lore mainly, sometimes medicine. Arathorn agreed that it would be an excellent skill to have when out in the wild, but had never bothered to learn beyond the basics.
Aragorn sang softly as he worked.
May it be an evening star
Shines down on you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home
Mornie utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië
A promise lives within you now
May it be the shadows call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
Mornie utúlië
Believe and you will find your way
Mornie alantië
A promise lives within you now
A promise lives within you now
Aragorn finished the medicine and gave it to Legolas to take. "What's in this?" Legolas asked suspiciously.
Aragorn didn't blame him for asking. He would be asking if he was in the same situation. "It's pipsissewa, an all heal herb with lavender to sweeten the brew." Aragorn said.
Aragorn didn't mention that he had slipped valerian, a sleep-inducing herb, into the mixture. Legolas sniffed it, and then drained the cup.
Legolas looked at him. "Why?" he asked. "Why would you choose to help me when your kind hates mine?"
Aragorn looked distant. "I don't understand why my kind hates yours. I vowed to myself when I saw you that I would save you and prove to my father that elves aren't evil." He said, distracted.
"Thank you." Legolas said be fore his eyes slid shut, no longer able to fight the herbs.
"You're welcome." Aragorn whispered. He gathered his supplies and left some spare blankets and some fruit. He made a mental note to find the elf some clothing.
He thought a moment. *What if my father comes down here and finds the elf unchained? * He propped the elf up against the wall, wrapping his thin body tightly in the blanket. He shackled him as gently as he could. Each shackle that locked closed seem to bite at his heart. It hurt him to see such a beautiful creature treated thus.
He turned to leave, guilt eating him up. He had some things to take care of before he could return. He would find some things and come up with "a better way to restrain the elf."
"Stay safe, Legolas." He whispered before leaving the filth and silver of the dungeon behind.
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AN: Galadriel evenstar here. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it took so long. Please review, so we can update sooner.