I am so sorry it took so long to update. My entire computer was overthrown
by a virus. It's fixed for the time being. At least until we buy a new one...
Reviewer Responses:
Got-lotr: I can hurt Legolas and Aragorn as much as I want. I'm a twisted fanfic writer, that's why!
Riva van Dyk: It was interesting cause we didn't know it was going to happen.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: I'm confused. Are you thinking I'm naughty or praising me? Thanks either way!
Hiei-Rulez: I hope he lives. I'm not sure at this point...
Jadesaber: Thanks for the encouragement!
Mrs. Ekeena Greenleaf: Who says we'll answer them? We could leave it to your imagination...
GollumGirl: Was that your mouth at the end of the chapter?
AllthatJazz1: Neither did we!
Roxanne: They must suffer or it's no fun to write.
Hot elf babe: Guess you'll have to wait and see.
Teha: Maybe, maybe not?!
Yavie Aelinel: Nasty authoresses say that cliffies make you review, yes they make you review.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
Thanks for all the reviews. Now, be prepared for something really, really....ummm something interesting. Yeah, that's it, interesting...hehehe.
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 11
Hours had passed and night fell upon Gondor. Whether it was the cooler temperatures, the bath, or the cool cloth on his brow, Aragorn's fever broke, much to Legolas's relief. When he awoke, he saw Legolas bent over him in concern.
"Are you alright?" Legolas asked in a voice tinged with worry.
Aragorn smiled. "Do you realize what that question sounds like to me?" he replied in a voice that was fuzzy and hoarse.
Legolas blushed. "I didn't realize...You must be feeling what I felt. Your body seems to be healing quickly though. It must be because you were at full health."
Aragorn looked at him. "It wasn't that." He looked at the ceiling for a moment, searching for words. "I should explain something to you. I am the last of a bloodline. I learned my healing skills from the old wise-men who have all passed on. The last one left me with a prophecy: The hands of the true king are the hands of a healer. He said that I am the true king who will unite all Middle-Earth against a great evil. I was not sure what he meant, but have now tapped into that power. How else could I take your injuries onto myself?"
Legolas stared at him in awe. He then composed himself and bowed his head. "I am at your service, in thanks for your help."
Aragorn looked at him intently. "I have a plan that I would like for you to hear. It will require a lot of work on your part, but is almost foolproof."
Legolas nodded for him to continue, but then stopped. "You are weary. I should do what I can for you first. I would have already, but I recognize none of these herbs."
Aragorn directed him in preparing a healing salve. Legolas applied the salve to the wounds and re-bandaged them. Aragorn then directed him in preparing a strengthening herbal tea.
Aragorn sipped it slowly. He started talking again. "Many things must be decided tonight in order to ensure your safety. I ask only that you hear me out before you say anything. There is only one way to keep you safe and it does not please me, but it must be done. You will become my slave. In Gondor, slaves sleep in small quarters by their masters. The door is locked from the outside and only the master holds the key. That way, you will be safe and no one shall be able to hurt you."
Legolas looked at Aragorn and spoke slowly. "I agree to this plan. It does indeed sound safer. I am thankful for this change and for your willingness to aid me. I am extremely glad that I don't have to stay in that dungeon anymore." A shudder ran down his spine at the thought of it.
Aragorn continued, "As a slave, there are many rules you will have to follow. I have already informed my father that I will be training you myself. I must show others that I am brutal with you. You must be prepared for small amounts of pain or humiliation. Slaves are the lowest level of our kingdom and you will be treated as such. A few things you should know: you will have to address me as master, you will have to walk two steps behind me and keep your head bowed."
Legolas said nothing, his face an expressionless mask.
Aragorn sighed and leaned backwards, exhaustion taking hold of him at last. "I am sorry, but this is the only way to keep you safe and eventually get you out of here."
Legolas tried to smile and nod. I t seemed to satisfy Aragorn. His eyes slid shut and he was asleep in moments. Legolas sighed and curled up in a blanket on the floor. The day's events caught up with him and he was too tired for nightmares.
The Next Morning...
When Legolas opened his eyes, sunlight greeted him. Legolas blinked and rubbed his eyes and looked towards the bed, only to find that Aragorn wasn't there. His breath hitched until he felt a hand on his shoulder, reassuring him. He looked behind him to see Aragorn dressed in an embroidered tunic with long sleeves and breeches. The clothing covered everything, leaving no marks in sight.
"Should you be up?" asked Legolas with uncertainty.
"I am well," answered Aragorn. "I just need to take it easy for a while today."
Legolas nodded then his face became serious. "What needs to be done?"
Aragorn limped slightly as he made his way to the dresser. He pulled out a ragged tunic and threadbare breeches. He handed them to Legolas. "Wear these," he instructed.
Legolas changed quickly and laid his clothes in a neat pile. Aragorn stuffed them into his dresser. Together, they swiftly cleaned the room, leaving no evidence of what had been there.
Aragorn limped to the desk and beckoned Legolas over. He held the wrapped order from the smiths in his hands. He spoke softly, "I had this made yesterday. I designed it myself. To the eye, it looks as though it is painful when in fact it doesn't hurt at all. It shall be annoying and until I have convinced my father you are trained you shall have to wear it."
Aragorn unwrapped the paper and Legolas gasped as he saw what Aragorn had spoke of...
I think I'm getting good at this cliffy thing. Reviews make me update faster hint, hint Thanks for the reviews so far! Until next time, naamarie! galadriel evenstar
Oh, and one more thing, I've noticed that you guys (and gals) haven't been reviewing my friend's story! BAD hits you over the head with a Chester plushy You MUST read her story! Please? I'll give you...looks around room an LP CD!!!! And if you don't like that I'll give you a cookie!
----Legolas19
Reviewer Responses:
Got-lotr: I can hurt Legolas and Aragorn as much as I want. I'm a twisted fanfic writer, that's why!
Riva van Dyk: It was interesting cause we didn't know it was going to happen.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: I'm confused. Are you thinking I'm naughty or praising me? Thanks either way!
Hiei-Rulez: I hope he lives. I'm not sure at this point...
Jadesaber: Thanks for the encouragement!
Mrs. Ekeena Greenleaf: Who says we'll answer them? We could leave it to your imagination...
GollumGirl: Was that your mouth at the end of the chapter?
AllthatJazz1: Neither did we!
Roxanne: They must suffer or it's no fun to write.
Hot elf babe: Guess you'll have to wait and see.
Teha: Maybe, maybe not?!
Yavie Aelinel: Nasty authoresses say that cliffies make you review, yes they make you review.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
Thanks for all the reviews. Now, be prepared for something really, really....ummm something interesting. Yeah, that's it, interesting...hehehe.
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 11
Hours had passed and night fell upon Gondor. Whether it was the cooler temperatures, the bath, or the cool cloth on his brow, Aragorn's fever broke, much to Legolas's relief. When he awoke, he saw Legolas bent over him in concern.
"Are you alright?" Legolas asked in a voice tinged with worry.
Aragorn smiled. "Do you realize what that question sounds like to me?" he replied in a voice that was fuzzy and hoarse.
Legolas blushed. "I didn't realize...You must be feeling what I felt. Your body seems to be healing quickly though. It must be because you were at full health."
Aragorn looked at him. "It wasn't that." He looked at the ceiling for a moment, searching for words. "I should explain something to you. I am the last of a bloodline. I learned my healing skills from the old wise-men who have all passed on. The last one left me with a prophecy: The hands of the true king are the hands of a healer. He said that I am the true king who will unite all Middle-Earth against a great evil. I was not sure what he meant, but have now tapped into that power. How else could I take your injuries onto myself?"
Legolas stared at him in awe. He then composed himself and bowed his head. "I am at your service, in thanks for your help."
Aragorn looked at him intently. "I have a plan that I would like for you to hear. It will require a lot of work on your part, but is almost foolproof."
Legolas nodded for him to continue, but then stopped. "You are weary. I should do what I can for you first. I would have already, but I recognize none of these herbs."
Aragorn directed him in preparing a healing salve. Legolas applied the salve to the wounds and re-bandaged them. Aragorn then directed him in preparing a strengthening herbal tea.
Aragorn sipped it slowly. He started talking again. "Many things must be decided tonight in order to ensure your safety. I ask only that you hear me out before you say anything. There is only one way to keep you safe and it does not please me, but it must be done. You will become my slave. In Gondor, slaves sleep in small quarters by their masters. The door is locked from the outside and only the master holds the key. That way, you will be safe and no one shall be able to hurt you."
Legolas looked at Aragorn and spoke slowly. "I agree to this plan. It does indeed sound safer. I am thankful for this change and for your willingness to aid me. I am extremely glad that I don't have to stay in that dungeon anymore." A shudder ran down his spine at the thought of it.
Aragorn continued, "As a slave, there are many rules you will have to follow. I have already informed my father that I will be training you myself. I must show others that I am brutal with you. You must be prepared for small amounts of pain or humiliation. Slaves are the lowest level of our kingdom and you will be treated as such. A few things you should know: you will have to address me as master, you will have to walk two steps behind me and keep your head bowed."
Legolas said nothing, his face an expressionless mask.
Aragorn sighed and leaned backwards, exhaustion taking hold of him at last. "I am sorry, but this is the only way to keep you safe and eventually get you out of here."
Legolas tried to smile and nod. I t seemed to satisfy Aragorn. His eyes slid shut and he was asleep in moments. Legolas sighed and curled up in a blanket on the floor. The day's events caught up with him and he was too tired for nightmares.
The Next Morning...
When Legolas opened his eyes, sunlight greeted him. Legolas blinked and rubbed his eyes and looked towards the bed, only to find that Aragorn wasn't there. His breath hitched until he felt a hand on his shoulder, reassuring him. He looked behind him to see Aragorn dressed in an embroidered tunic with long sleeves and breeches. The clothing covered everything, leaving no marks in sight.
"Should you be up?" asked Legolas with uncertainty.
"I am well," answered Aragorn. "I just need to take it easy for a while today."
Legolas nodded then his face became serious. "What needs to be done?"
Aragorn limped slightly as he made his way to the dresser. He pulled out a ragged tunic and threadbare breeches. He handed them to Legolas. "Wear these," he instructed.
Legolas changed quickly and laid his clothes in a neat pile. Aragorn stuffed them into his dresser. Together, they swiftly cleaned the room, leaving no evidence of what had been there.
Aragorn limped to the desk and beckoned Legolas over. He held the wrapped order from the smiths in his hands. He spoke softly, "I had this made yesterday. I designed it myself. To the eye, it looks as though it is painful when in fact it doesn't hurt at all. It shall be annoying and until I have convinced my father you are trained you shall have to wear it."
Aragorn unwrapped the paper and Legolas gasped as he saw what Aragorn had spoke of...
I think I'm getting good at this cliffy thing. Reviews make me update faster hint, hint Thanks for the reviews so far! Until next time, naamarie! galadriel evenstar
Oh, and one more thing, I've noticed that you guys (and gals) haven't been reviewing my friend's story! BAD hits you over the head with a Chester plushy You MUST read her story! Please? I'll give you...looks around room an LP CD!!!! And if you don't like that I'll give you a cookie!
----Legolas19