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Reviewer Responses:
Hiei-Rulez: Regarding your review, ummm, well, you see, it's just that...aw damn it.
Got-lotr: They are evil, aren't they?
Gozilla: Sorry bout that. I'm really pressed for time at the moment.
Bleeding: Thanks. We try.
Samwise the Strong: We love it too!
LegolasGreenleaf-721: He's not helpless; he's just not as strong as usual at the moment.
Silvertongue: We agree, poor Legolas, but we write it anyways.
Celebrean: Thanks Aragorn and Legolas!
Lazuli-rain: Thanks for the positive review. I try to update as much as possible for you guys.
Hot elf babe: Guess you'll have to read and find out.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: Ours minds are dark too, but we can't be too mean to poor Legolas. I mean, salt in your wounds does hurt like hell. I sent your message to Arathorn. He should be replying any day now. By the way, are there such things as olive forks?
Gil-dae: YA! A new reviewer! Thanks for reading our story. Here's the next chapter!
Teha: We've decided not to put numbers unless we're desperate!
Riva van Dyk: Hope this is your definition of amazing!
Immortal-grace: We get it and thanks for the wonderful review!
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
Something happened in this chapter that even the authors weren't expecting, so be prepared.
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Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 10
Aragorn carried the plate of food back to his room. He had no appetite. He desperately wanted to get down to the dungeons to check on his charge.
There was a note on his desk. He set the plate down and opened the note. It read: Aragorn, I am going to Osgiliath for the evening and shall return tomorrow. Signed, Arathorn. Aragorn dropped the note onto the floor. Aragorn picked up his order. It was made to perfection.
Aragorn gathered up some bandages and herbs. He would need to change Legolas's bandages and check his wrist. He had "borrowed" some blankets that he was going to give Legolas for better bedding.
He exited his room and made his way down to the dungeons.
*In the Dungeons*
Aragorn paled when he came into sight of Legolas. The elf's battered body was twisted at odd angles while chains decorated his figure. More injuries than before were visible and Legolas himself was currently unconscious.
When he opened the cell door, something on the ground caught his eye. It was a syringe. 'Whatever was in this syringe was what had been slowly taking over the elf's body' thought Aragorn. Aragorn broke off the top of the syringe and sniffed. A bitter odor filled his senses.
He knew that smell! Hyssop and fennel were two herbs that when combined forms a deadly poison that slowly weakens you. The guards must have been trying to slowly kill him. At least Aragorn had caught the poison early and would be able to counteract it.
Aragorn would not be able to tend to those wounds here. He could end up doing more damage. Aragorn unlocked the shackles and the body dropped into his arms. He then did only thing he could think of: take the elf to his own chambers. Aragorn hoisted the body onto his back and set off.
By using a few well-chosen corridors, Aragorn was able to avoid confrontation and made it safely to his chambers. He locked the door behind him and then tenderly laid the body onto his bed. As gently as he could, Aragorn untangled Legolas's body from the chains.
What Aragorn saw cut him deeper than anything he had experienced before. Legolas's chest, which had been wrapped in bandages, was exposed and his wounds were bleeding again. He had new wounds, which for the most part were bruises. Legolas's body was caked in dirt and blood, and his hair hung limp around his tear-stained face.
Aragorn filled a tub with warm water and ever so gently, lowered Legolas into the water. He used a soft cloth to wipe the dirt and dried blood from Legolas's body. He lifted the dripping body from the tub and dried it with a soft towel, dressing it in a pair of loose breeches. He laid the body on a clean sheet and gathered his materials to start his work.
Aragorn sat down next to the body and picked up some ointment to start applying it to the wounds. He stopped. He started to think to himself 'Who could harm such a beautiful creature? What could Father have against them?' As these and many other questions flew through his mind, a single tear dropped off his face. When it hit the air, it started to glow. It filled the chamber with a soft light.
Aragorn felt himself become assaulted with wave after wave of pain. He leaned against the wall for support. When he looked towards his patient, his mind reeled. The wounds were disappearing from his body, and pallor was coming back to his face. Aragorn clutched his chest. It felt as though someone had lit his blood on fire. The pain was excruciating. Aragorn felt like he was falling but couldn't hit the ground. The last thing Aragorn saw before he passed out was Legolas's eyes flutter open to greet the light.
*Back to when Aragorn clutched his chest, focus now on Legolas*
'Almost there, you can do it' A voice in his thoughts seemed to be coaxing Legolas to awaken. He didn't want to wake up in fear of more pain. As he came closer to consciousness, he found that the pain was leaving and he was filled with a warm tingling sensation. 'So close...' His eyes opened slowly, greeting the gentle light. He knew his body was healed for he no longer had to wince in pain or bite his lip to stop from crying out. The question was, how? His eyes roved the ceiling, asking for answers.
Legolas braced his hands against the floor, pushing himself into a sitting position. He looked around the room he was in. It wasn't a rich room, neither was it poor. A small bed stood in the corner of the room and a writing desk in the other. A dresser stood against one wall and as Legolas turned to look at the last side of the room, he gasped in shock. A body lay crumpled on the ground. It was on its side, facing the wall.
Legolas crawled over to it and felt on the neck for a pulse. There was one, very slow and weak, but it was there. He turned the body over and brushed the hair out of its face. All color drained from Legolas's face. It was Aragorn.
'He looks awful' thought Legolas in distress 'What could have happened to him? He looks as bad as I felt.' Legolas stopped. That was it! He checked Aragorn's arms and legs and his suspicions were confirmed. They had switched places. Legolas had no idea how it happened, but was thankful not to be in pain anymore.
His feeling of gratitude quickly faded when he looked at Aragorn again. Legolas wasn't a healer, and Aragorn needed attention immediately. Blood was seeping through Aragorn's clothes, announcing the cuts. Legolas found the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water. Little did he know that Aragorn had repeated the same process with him just an hour ago.
Legolas washed the cuts on Aragorn's body and dried them with a towel. When he laid out Aragorn's body, he went back over to where he woke up. Bandages and herbs were laid out neatly, ready for use. Legolas guessed that Aragorn was going to change his bandages when the switch occurred. He bound up the cuts as best as he could, but his knowledge of herb-lore was of no use. Men used different herbs and Legolas recognized none of he herbs Aragorn possessed.
After a while, Aragorn's face started to turn red and his brow grew hot. Legolas laid a cool cloth on his forehead, trying to battle the fever. Aragorn started to mutter in his delirium. Legolas could not catch what he said, but worked steadily, trying to save the life of the man who had saved his.
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Interesting turn of events? I wonder what shall happen now to poor Aragorn? Until the next update, naamerie! ~ galadriel evenstar
Reviewer Responses:
Hiei-Rulez: Regarding your review, ummm, well, you see, it's just that...aw damn it.
Got-lotr: They are evil, aren't they?
Gozilla: Sorry bout that. I'm really pressed for time at the moment.
Bleeding: Thanks. We try.
Samwise the Strong: We love it too!
LegolasGreenleaf-721: He's not helpless; he's just not as strong as usual at the moment.
Silvertongue: We agree, poor Legolas, but we write it anyways.
Celebrean: Thanks Aragorn and Legolas!
Lazuli-rain: Thanks for the positive review. I try to update as much as possible for you guys.
Hot elf babe: Guess you'll have to read and find out.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: Ours minds are dark too, but we can't be too mean to poor Legolas. I mean, salt in your wounds does hurt like hell. I sent your message to Arathorn. He should be replying any day now. By the way, are there such things as olive forks?
Gil-dae: YA! A new reviewer! Thanks for reading our story. Here's the next chapter!
Teha: We've decided not to put numbers unless we're desperate!
Riva van Dyk: Hope this is your definition of amazing!
Immortal-grace: We get it and thanks for the wonderful review!
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
Something happened in this chapter that even the authors weren't expecting, so be prepared.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 10
Aragorn carried the plate of food back to his room. He had no appetite. He desperately wanted to get down to the dungeons to check on his charge.
There was a note on his desk. He set the plate down and opened the note. It read: Aragorn, I am going to Osgiliath for the evening and shall return tomorrow. Signed, Arathorn. Aragorn dropped the note onto the floor. Aragorn picked up his order. It was made to perfection.
Aragorn gathered up some bandages and herbs. He would need to change Legolas's bandages and check his wrist. He had "borrowed" some blankets that he was going to give Legolas for better bedding.
He exited his room and made his way down to the dungeons.
*In the Dungeons*
Aragorn paled when he came into sight of Legolas. The elf's battered body was twisted at odd angles while chains decorated his figure. More injuries than before were visible and Legolas himself was currently unconscious.
When he opened the cell door, something on the ground caught his eye. It was a syringe. 'Whatever was in this syringe was what had been slowly taking over the elf's body' thought Aragorn. Aragorn broke off the top of the syringe and sniffed. A bitter odor filled his senses.
He knew that smell! Hyssop and fennel were two herbs that when combined forms a deadly poison that slowly weakens you. The guards must have been trying to slowly kill him. At least Aragorn had caught the poison early and would be able to counteract it.
Aragorn would not be able to tend to those wounds here. He could end up doing more damage. Aragorn unlocked the shackles and the body dropped into his arms. He then did only thing he could think of: take the elf to his own chambers. Aragorn hoisted the body onto his back and set off.
By using a few well-chosen corridors, Aragorn was able to avoid confrontation and made it safely to his chambers. He locked the door behind him and then tenderly laid the body onto his bed. As gently as he could, Aragorn untangled Legolas's body from the chains.
What Aragorn saw cut him deeper than anything he had experienced before. Legolas's chest, which had been wrapped in bandages, was exposed and his wounds were bleeding again. He had new wounds, which for the most part were bruises. Legolas's body was caked in dirt and blood, and his hair hung limp around his tear-stained face.
Aragorn filled a tub with warm water and ever so gently, lowered Legolas into the water. He used a soft cloth to wipe the dirt and dried blood from Legolas's body. He lifted the dripping body from the tub and dried it with a soft towel, dressing it in a pair of loose breeches. He laid the body on a clean sheet and gathered his materials to start his work.
Aragorn sat down next to the body and picked up some ointment to start applying it to the wounds. He stopped. He started to think to himself 'Who could harm such a beautiful creature? What could Father have against them?' As these and many other questions flew through his mind, a single tear dropped off his face. When it hit the air, it started to glow. It filled the chamber with a soft light.
Aragorn felt himself become assaulted with wave after wave of pain. He leaned against the wall for support. When he looked towards his patient, his mind reeled. The wounds were disappearing from his body, and pallor was coming back to his face. Aragorn clutched his chest. It felt as though someone had lit his blood on fire. The pain was excruciating. Aragorn felt like he was falling but couldn't hit the ground. The last thing Aragorn saw before he passed out was Legolas's eyes flutter open to greet the light.
*Back to when Aragorn clutched his chest, focus now on Legolas*
'Almost there, you can do it' A voice in his thoughts seemed to be coaxing Legolas to awaken. He didn't want to wake up in fear of more pain. As he came closer to consciousness, he found that the pain was leaving and he was filled with a warm tingling sensation. 'So close...' His eyes opened slowly, greeting the gentle light. He knew his body was healed for he no longer had to wince in pain or bite his lip to stop from crying out. The question was, how? His eyes roved the ceiling, asking for answers.
Legolas braced his hands against the floor, pushing himself into a sitting position. He looked around the room he was in. It wasn't a rich room, neither was it poor. A small bed stood in the corner of the room and a writing desk in the other. A dresser stood against one wall and as Legolas turned to look at the last side of the room, he gasped in shock. A body lay crumpled on the ground. It was on its side, facing the wall.
Legolas crawled over to it and felt on the neck for a pulse. There was one, very slow and weak, but it was there. He turned the body over and brushed the hair out of its face. All color drained from Legolas's face. It was Aragorn.
'He looks awful' thought Legolas in distress 'What could have happened to him? He looks as bad as I felt.' Legolas stopped. That was it! He checked Aragorn's arms and legs and his suspicions were confirmed. They had switched places. Legolas had no idea how it happened, but was thankful not to be in pain anymore.
His feeling of gratitude quickly faded when he looked at Aragorn again. Legolas wasn't a healer, and Aragorn needed attention immediately. Blood was seeping through Aragorn's clothes, announcing the cuts. Legolas found the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water. Little did he know that Aragorn had repeated the same process with him just an hour ago.
Legolas washed the cuts on Aragorn's body and dried them with a towel. When he laid out Aragorn's body, he went back over to where he woke up. Bandages and herbs were laid out neatly, ready for use. Legolas guessed that Aragorn was going to change his bandages when the switch occurred. He bound up the cuts as best as he could, but his knowledge of herb-lore was of no use. Men used different herbs and Legolas recognized none of he herbs Aragorn possessed.
After a while, Aragorn's face started to turn red and his brow grew hot. Legolas laid a cool cloth on his forehead, trying to battle the fever. Aragorn started to mutter in his delirium. Legolas could not catch what he said, but worked steadily, trying to save the life of the man who had saved his.
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Interesting turn of events? I wonder what shall happen now to poor Aragorn? Until the next update, naamerie! ~ galadriel evenstar