Fate and Destiny
By Gozilla
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Hi there! Another update! Once again, I would like to give especial thank to Sirnonenath for being my beta reader! Thanks so much for helping!
Also, thanks to all of you who kindly leave a review! I apologise for any discrepancies between the facts in the Book and this AU story. -
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. -
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
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crap – thoughts
"crap" – conversation
(crap) – author's note
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Chapter 6 – Struggle
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Legolas felt as if he were wakened by a bolt of lightning. Pain, great pain, was the only thing he could feel. Every part of his body exploded with pain. He screamed involuntarily, the agony unbearable. His eyes snapped opened but he could see nothing but a blur.
He felt pressure on his shoulders and feet, restraining him. He let out a choked breath as fear filled his mind at the memory of the evil-faced orc who had thrown him from the tree.
Ignoring the excruciating pain it caused, he struggled violently against his captors, fighting for his life. Once he was clear of the restraints, he knew he must run and get away from them, as far as he possibly could. He managed to gain his feet, only to fall to the ground as his injured leg failed to support him.
Quickly, Legolas stood with his good leg, stumbling away as fast as his battered body could go. He saw nothing but the blurred outlines of the trees. Faintly, he heard distant shouts but could not make out the words; his mind was too clouded.
Suddenly, he felt strong arms wrapping tightly around him, one across his waist and the other over his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. Legolas struggled with all his might and fought against the bound. But the blood loss was taking its toll, making him too weak to free himself.
Out of desperation, he used all his remaining strength and bit the arm wrapped across his shoulders. He felt warm liquid flowing from the wound. The rich coppery taste filled his mouth. If his mind had been functioning properly, Legolas would have known the blood did not belong to an Orc. Their thick black blood was vile to the taste. Still, the smell of the sticky liquid assaulted his dimming senses, and he knew his life depended on whether he could loosen the arms around him.
He kept his hold on the arm, hoping his attacker would release him due to the pain of the wound.
But the arms did not loosen.
"Legolas. Legolas!"
Legolas thought he was imagining things as he faintly heard someone call his name. "Shhh... Everything will be fine, my friend. Legolas, calm down. Everything will be fine."
The voice went through Legolas' clouded mind. Slowly, he recognized the owner of the voice.
"Estel..." Legolas whispered, releasing his hold.
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"Legolas!" Aragorn called his best friend's name. He saw the clouded and diluted eyes of the elf and knew that Legolas did not recognize them. "Legolas, please, calm down," he soothed, trying to calm the panicked elf.
But the elf did not seem to hear his call.
Once he was free from Elladan and Elrohir's restraint, Legolas leaped to his feet and fell to the ground as his injured leg failed to support him.
Aragorn watched in worry as he saw the bleeding on Legolas' injured leg and stomach worsen due to the violent movement. But his main concern was the lack of recognition in Legolas' clouded eyes.
"Legolas, please don't move. You are wounded," Elladan said, trying to reach the injured elf.
Suddenly, Legolas stood and started stumbling away from the three, leaving a bloodied trail along the way.
"Legolas, please, stop it," Aragorn shouted, his heart twisting in pain as he saw his best friend struggle blindly for his life.
Knowing the elf would bleed to death if the wounds were not treated immediately, Aragorn made his move to still his injured friend. He ran after Legolas and wrapped his arm around the elf's waist and shoulders, locking the elf's arms, being careful not to disturb the arrow wounds.
Legolas thrashed violently against Aragorn's hold. But, as Aragorn had expected, the elf was significantly weakened due to the blood loss and was quickly losing the fight.
"Legolas, please, stop it," Aragorn urged, hoping his friend would recognize his voice, "Legolas, please."
Suddenly, sharp pain shot through Aragorn's arm. He looked and found that Legolas, in his desperate attempt to free himself from Aragorn, had bitten down hard on his forearm. Legolas' mouth was soon covered with Aragorn's blood as it flowed freely from the wound.
A tear fell from Aragorn's eye. The tear was not caused by the pain of his wound, for the king of man could endure pain a hundred folds this. It was his best friend's desperate attempt to fight against his 'attacker' that tore Aragorn's heart.
Aragorn stayed as still as possible, not wanting to frighten the injured elf any more. "Legolas, Legolas," Aragorn whispered in a soothing voice, "Shhh... Everything will be fine, mellon nín. Legolas, calm down. Everything will be fine."
Slowly, Aragorn felt the elf's body relax. Moments later, Legolas whispered weakly, "Estel?"
"Yes, my friend. It is I, Estel," Aragorn whispered, the burden on his heart lightening as his best friend finally recognized him. He could still sense the tension in the elf's body. "Relax, Legolas. You are wounded. We need to tend your injuries," Aragorn said softly as he gently put the injured elf to the ground.
"What happened?" Legolas asked, his mind still in a state of confusion. His eyes struggled to focus, "Where are the orcs?"
"They are dead, all of them," Aragorn answered. He rolled his cloak and put it under Legolas' head as a pillow.
"Are you hurt? Where are Elladan and Elrohir?" Legolas tried to sit up, wanting to check the man for any injuries. But, he could manage only to rise an inch before falling back. He winced as the pain increased due to the fall.
"Stay still, Legolas." Aragorn put an assuring hand on the elf's uninjured shoulder, "I am all right. So are Elladan and Elrohir."
"We are fine, Legolas." Elladan and Elrohir approached the pair, "You are the one who is most grievously wounded."
Legolas sighed in relief as he assured himself that the three were basically unharmed. He felt safe with his friends around him and closed his eyes in exhaustion.
"No, Legolas, you have to stay awake," Aragorn said.
Legolas slowly opened his eyes, his eyes questioning.
"I am sorry, my friend." Aragorn hated to be so cruel to his friend, knowing how exhausted the injured elf must feel, "There are still two arrows in your body and we must get them out. But we don't have any pain- killing or sleeping herbs with us. I need you to stay with me while we get them out. Otherwise, it will give you another shock as you sleep."
Legolas nodded silently in understanding, too tired to protest.
Aragorn looked at his elven brothers, who understood him immediately. Elladan went for Aragorn's healing bag. He took out a few rolls of bandages and a bag of athelas. He knelt beside Aragorn, ready to assist him.
Elrohir, on the other hand, came back with a piece of clean cloth. He rolled it tightly and knelt beside Legolas, "Bite on it, Legolas."
Without a word, Legolas bit the cloth obediently.
Such compliance worried Aragorn; his stubborn friend would normally protest against such an arrangement. The lack of complaint meant only that the elf was very weak.
Knowing they must act fast, Aragorn prepared himself. "We are taking the arrows out. Legolas, you ready?"
The elf prince nodded, his bite on the cloth tightening. Elladan and Elrohir held the elf's shoulders and feet.
Aragorn drew a deep breath and swiftly removed the arrows embedded in Legolas' shoulder and leg, not daring to pause and prolong his friend's suffering.
Legolas felt as if his whole body were on fire. His face twisted and his body tensed under the excruciating pain. A muffled cry barely escaped his mouth before blackness finally overtook him.
The three were surprised as the elf's body suddenly fell limp. Immediately, Aragorn put a hand on Legolas' neck. He sighed in relief as he found a pulse, though it was erratic and weak.
Aragorn quickly checked the wounds for any sign of poison. To his dismay, he found the skin around the wounds crusted with a ring of black, indicating the arrowheads were indeed poisoned.
Elladan and Elrohir also saw the wounds and frowned in deep concern.
"We must get him to ada as soon as possible," Elladan said as they quietly tended to the three wounds, applying athelas to slow the bleeding and reduce the effect of the unknown poison.
"But we have to wait till dawn," Elrohir said, "It is too risky to go through the forest in the dark."
Aragorn looked at the stars and estimated that it would be about four hours before dawn. He wanted to bring Legolas to Lord Elrond as quickly as possible. But he also knew it would not be wise to travel through the forest at this late hour.
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End of chapter 6
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please feel free to review and comment!
Thanks a lot!
By Gozilla
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Hi there! Another update! Once again, I would like to give especial thank to Sirnonenath for being my beta reader! Thanks so much for helping!
Also, thanks to all of you who kindly leave a review! I apologise for any discrepancies between the facts in the Book and this AU story. -
-------------------------------------------------
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. -
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
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crap – thoughts
"crap" – conversation
(crap) – author's note
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Chapter 6 – Struggle
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Legolas felt as if he were wakened by a bolt of lightning. Pain, great pain, was the only thing he could feel. Every part of his body exploded with pain. He screamed involuntarily, the agony unbearable. His eyes snapped opened but he could see nothing but a blur.
He felt pressure on his shoulders and feet, restraining him. He let out a choked breath as fear filled his mind at the memory of the evil-faced orc who had thrown him from the tree.
Ignoring the excruciating pain it caused, he struggled violently against his captors, fighting for his life. Once he was clear of the restraints, he knew he must run and get away from them, as far as he possibly could. He managed to gain his feet, only to fall to the ground as his injured leg failed to support him.
Quickly, Legolas stood with his good leg, stumbling away as fast as his battered body could go. He saw nothing but the blurred outlines of the trees. Faintly, he heard distant shouts but could not make out the words; his mind was too clouded.
Suddenly, he felt strong arms wrapping tightly around him, one across his waist and the other over his shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. Legolas struggled with all his might and fought against the bound. But the blood loss was taking its toll, making him too weak to free himself.
Out of desperation, he used all his remaining strength and bit the arm wrapped across his shoulders. He felt warm liquid flowing from the wound. The rich coppery taste filled his mouth. If his mind had been functioning properly, Legolas would have known the blood did not belong to an Orc. Their thick black blood was vile to the taste. Still, the smell of the sticky liquid assaulted his dimming senses, and he knew his life depended on whether he could loosen the arms around him.
He kept his hold on the arm, hoping his attacker would release him due to the pain of the wound.
But the arms did not loosen.
"Legolas. Legolas!"
Legolas thought he was imagining things as he faintly heard someone call his name. "Shhh... Everything will be fine, my friend. Legolas, calm down. Everything will be fine."
The voice went through Legolas' clouded mind. Slowly, he recognized the owner of the voice.
"Estel..." Legolas whispered, releasing his hold.
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"Legolas!" Aragorn called his best friend's name. He saw the clouded and diluted eyes of the elf and knew that Legolas did not recognize them. "Legolas, please, calm down," he soothed, trying to calm the panicked elf.
But the elf did not seem to hear his call.
Once he was free from Elladan and Elrohir's restraint, Legolas leaped to his feet and fell to the ground as his injured leg failed to support him.
Aragorn watched in worry as he saw the bleeding on Legolas' injured leg and stomach worsen due to the violent movement. But his main concern was the lack of recognition in Legolas' clouded eyes.
"Legolas, please don't move. You are wounded," Elladan said, trying to reach the injured elf.
Suddenly, Legolas stood and started stumbling away from the three, leaving a bloodied trail along the way.
"Legolas, please, stop it," Aragorn shouted, his heart twisting in pain as he saw his best friend struggle blindly for his life.
Knowing the elf would bleed to death if the wounds were not treated immediately, Aragorn made his move to still his injured friend. He ran after Legolas and wrapped his arm around the elf's waist and shoulders, locking the elf's arms, being careful not to disturb the arrow wounds.
Legolas thrashed violently against Aragorn's hold. But, as Aragorn had expected, the elf was significantly weakened due to the blood loss and was quickly losing the fight.
"Legolas, please, stop it," Aragorn urged, hoping his friend would recognize his voice, "Legolas, please."
Suddenly, sharp pain shot through Aragorn's arm. He looked and found that Legolas, in his desperate attempt to free himself from Aragorn, had bitten down hard on his forearm. Legolas' mouth was soon covered with Aragorn's blood as it flowed freely from the wound.
A tear fell from Aragorn's eye. The tear was not caused by the pain of his wound, for the king of man could endure pain a hundred folds this. It was his best friend's desperate attempt to fight against his 'attacker' that tore Aragorn's heart.
Aragorn stayed as still as possible, not wanting to frighten the injured elf any more. "Legolas, Legolas," Aragorn whispered in a soothing voice, "Shhh... Everything will be fine, mellon nín. Legolas, calm down. Everything will be fine."
Slowly, Aragorn felt the elf's body relax. Moments later, Legolas whispered weakly, "Estel?"
"Yes, my friend. It is I, Estel," Aragorn whispered, the burden on his heart lightening as his best friend finally recognized him. He could still sense the tension in the elf's body. "Relax, Legolas. You are wounded. We need to tend your injuries," Aragorn said softly as he gently put the injured elf to the ground.
"What happened?" Legolas asked, his mind still in a state of confusion. His eyes struggled to focus, "Where are the orcs?"
"They are dead, all of them," Aragorn answered. He rolled his cloak and put it under Legolas' head as a pillow.
"Are you hurt? Where are Elladan and Elrohir?" Legolas tried to sit up, wanting to check the man for any injuries. But, he could manage only to rise an inch before falling back. He winced as the pain increased due to the fall.
"Stay still, Legolas." Aragorn put an assuring hand on the elf's uninjured shoulder, "I am all right. So are Elladan and Elrohir."
"We are fine, Legolas." Elladan and Elrohir approached the pair, "You are the one who is most grievously wounded."
Legolas sighed in relief as he assured himself that the three were basically unharmed. He felt safe with his friends around him and closed his eyes in exhaustion.
"No, Legolas, you have to stay awake," Aragorn said.
Legolas slowly opened his eyes, his eyes questioning.
"I am sorry, my friend." Aragorn hated to be so cruel to his friend, knowing how exhausted the injured elf must feel, "There are still two arrows in your body and we must get them out. But we don't have any pain- killing or sleeping herbs with us. I need you to stay with me while we get them out. Otherwise, it will give you another shock as you sleep."
Legolas nodded silently in understanding, too tired to protest.
Aragorn looked at his elven brothers, who understood him immediately. Elladan went for Aragorn's healing bag. He took out a few rolls of bandages and a bag of athelas. He knelt beside Aragorn, ready to assist him.
Elrohir, on the other hand, came back with a piece of clean cloth. He rolled it tightly and knelt beside Legolas, "Bite on it, Legolas."
Without a word, Legolas bit the cloth obediently.
Such compliance worried Aragorn; his stubborn friend would normally protest against such an arrangement. The lack of complaint meant only that the elf was very weak.
Knowing they must act fast, Aragorn prepared himself. "We are taking the arrows out. Legolas, you ready?"
The elf prince nodded, his bite on the cloth tightening. Elladan and Elrohir held the elf's shoulders and feet.
Aragorn drew a deep breath and swiftly removed the arrows embedded in Legolas' shoulder and leg, not daring to pause and prolong his friend's suffering.
Legolas felt as if his whole body were on fire. His face twisted and his body tensed under the excruciating pain. A muffled cry barely escaped his mouth before blackness finally overtook him.
The three were surprised as the elf's body suddenly fell limp. Immediately, Aragorn put a hand on Legolas' neck. He sighed in relief as he found a pulse, though it was erratic and weak.
Aragorn quickly checked the wounds for any sign of poison. To his dismay, he found the skin around the wounds crusted with a ring of black, indicating the arrowheads were indeed poisoned.
Elladan and Elrohir also saw the wounds and frowned in deep concern.
"We must get him to ada as soon as possible," Elladan said as they quietly tended to the three wounds, applying athelas to slow the bleeding and reduce the effect of the unknown poison.
"But we have to wait till dawn," Elrohir said, "It is too risky to go through the forest in the dark."
Aragorn looked at the stars and estimated that it would be about four hours before dawn. He wanted to bring Legolas to Lord Elrond as quickly as possible. But he also knew it would not be wise to travel through the forest at this late hour.
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End of chapter 6
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Please feel free to review and comment!
Thanks a lot!