Hidden Wounds
Disclaimer- I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of its characters, that privlige goes to the brilliant J.R.R. Tolkien and the lucky people of New Line Cinema. I am just borrowing them for a bit
Summary-.This is something i thought up while watching LOTR TT movie. Legolas is injured during the battle of Helms Deep but nobody knows and he is not telling. Will his friends find out before it's too late??
The battle of helms deep was raging. Now that the wall had been breached lives of both elves and men both young and old were being lost left and right. King Theoden had called their small army back into the keep for a final stand, a final attempt to repel Saruman's forces and give the people of Rohan another chance at life. After his call, Legolas had returned to the wall to aid his fellow archers, while Aragorn and Gimli went into the keep to add their strength to waning gate defences.
Suddenly the Uruk-Hai battering ram burst through the weakening doors, and several men were struck down, never again to rise as spears and crossbows pushed their way into the wide hole it had made. Theoden was pushed back as a spear went forcefully into his shoulder. He angrily sliced at the offending Uruk before yanking the spear out and retreating backwards, covering the wound with his hand to staunch the blood flow.
"Hold them back!" He shouted out.
"How long do you need?" Came Aragorn's reply.
"As long as you can give me."
Aragorn nodded and pulled Gimli with him towards a side door. When they got out they saw dozens of Uruks swarming the bridge and ramming against the already battered gate. Gimli looked across at them and then back at Aragorn.
"Oh come on, we can take them!" He whispered, anxious to sink his ax into more enemies.
"It's a long way." Aragorn warned.
The dwarf leaned back against the hard stone wall behind him, having his own internal battle between his pride and his want to battle until he reached a decision. Yes, it was the only way and he would not be left out of this fight.
"Toss me." He mumbled.
"What?" The ranger wasn't sure he had heard his friend correctly.
"I can't jump the distance so you have to toss me!"
Aragorn nodded and smiling slightly, reached down to lift him.
"Err...Ehhh...dd...don't tell the elf?"
"Not a word" Aragorn promised, and with that, he hoisted his friend up and across the large gap before jumping across himself, where they immediately engaged themselves in a fierce battle of 2 against many as they protected Helms Deep's last defense. They were fighting well and many Uruks were falling at their blades, but suddenly a face appeared in one of the holes in the door behind them.
"Aragorn, Gimli, get out of there!" came the king's voice before he turned back and covered the hole again.
Aragorn was confused at this order but he knew he had to follow it. Looking around for a way out he felt his heart fall to his stomach. It would be chancy to go back the way they came due to the awkward shape of the rock that made it easy to go across but treacherous to jump back too. It would be impossible to fight their way back down the bridge. No matter how skilled they were in battle...they were vastly outnumbered. Aragorn whirled around to look at the door behind them; perhaps they could climb through the hole? But no, it was too heavily barricaded. They were trapped.
"Aragorn!" came a cry from above them.
They looked up; it was Legolas. He quickly tossed down a thick rope to them and once both of them had a firm grip on it, he began heaving them up, dangerously talking his attention off the battle. Aragorn and Gimli watched with relief as their friend pulled them up surprisingly fast for one lone elf, but suddenly the rope ceased its ascending climb and for a second, the ranger thought he saw pain flash across Legolas face, but a second later it was gone and the rope continued its upward journey. Aragorn watched his friend closely until they were finally lifted up and over the wall. The three friends exchanged looks of gratitude before they once again engaged themselves in battle with the Uruk-Hai now flooding the wall. As his friends were separated from him in the confusion of the battle, Legolas let out a relived sigh, it didn't look like anyone had seen it. While he was pulling up Aragorn and Gimli he had let his attention slip from the battle and focused solely on getting his friends to a safely over the wall. And, he had paid for his lapse in attention. 3 black darts, small in size had struck the back of his neck. Angry at himself for letting this happen he reached up and pulled them out in one swift tug. He was about to throw them away but then...who knew what foul concoction was now racing through his blood stream. Legolas dropped the darts in his almost empty quiver before he slung his bow over his shoulder and whipped out his twin blades. He ran towards a cluster of nearby Uruk Hai and joined in the battle once again.
I know it's short and I'll try to post longer chapters in the future.
I don't know how long it will take to finish the next part because I'm starting high school soon and my dad and his girlfriend are getting married soon so september will be a busy month. I will try and make it as soon as I can. Any ideas would be appriciated as well as tips to inprove my writing, So PLEASE REVIEW!! :P
And just so you guys know, there are two people using this name to post stories. One is me, Gina the authour of Preparations and Hidden Wounds. The other is my friend Michelle who is the author of The Night of the Murder.
