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Chapter Eight
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Shaken
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You're a ticking clock in a timeless land
Holding on too long without any hands
And the stars are falling down around you now
In the rain there are wonders left to touch
So you're reaching out
So the flowers grow and bloom in the desert sand
And the crystal tears they fall and flower in a barren land
'Till you feel the sunlight shining on your skin
And all that once was lost in you is alive again
Michelle Tumes
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"No! Kyrik!!!" Legolas vaguely heard the desperate cry from farther up the street.
Legolas' eyes went wide and he froze as the man fell to his knees. It all happened so horribly fast... Something suddenly slammed into him and knocked him backwards into the wall. The air rushed painfully from his lungs as he slammed into the wood, but he was too horror-stricken to protest as his arms were pinned to his sides.
He stared in shock at the man on the ground- nay, not a man- a boy. Valar, he had just stabbed a young boy! Another man was kneeling beside the youth, frantically trying to staunch the bleeding stomach wound.
Legolas was snapped back into the present as an angry voice growled in his ear. "If you've killed him- I will make you wish you had never been born."
Legolas felt sick. He didn't bother to point out that he already wished he hadn't been born. He could hear his heart pounding loudly in his ears. What if he had killed the boy?
"Eru, have mercy, let him live!" He breathed automatically in elvish. The man behind him twisted his arm painfully.
"Shut up, or I'll shut you up!" The man hissed venomously. "Do you know what you've done!?"
Legolas shook his head sorrowfully. "I did not mean-" The man growled and pushed a knee into Legolas' stomach, then forced him to his knees.
"Vance!" They both looked up as the man kneeling beside the wounded boy spoke sharply. "Leave him be! This was not his intention."
Vance gaped, but loosened his hold on the elf. Legolas stared at the older man, hardly daring to believe his ears. He had thought for sure they would want to kill him. And he deserved it. He remained kneeling, his breath hitching painfully as he stared at the boy's pale face and closed eyes.
"Does he live?" Legolas whispered finally.
"Aye," the older man nodded as he shifted the boy into his arms and stood. "We need to get him somewhere dry though-"
"Here!" Vance had approached a doorway and shoved on it. It was locked. Stepping back, he forcefully rammed his shoulder into the wood and it gave with a protesting creak and a snap. The room was empty, the building un- inhabited. The older man motioned with his head for Legolas to enter the room, and then followed. Vance shut the door as the older man gently laid the boy on the floor.
"Just try something ranger- give me one more reason to knock your head off." The man growled warningly.
Legolas' shock had worn off and he quietly lit a candle, abandoned in it's holder by the door. Vance watched him closely, as if expecting him to try and pull something else and try to kill them as well. It was now that Legolas realized he had left his blades where he had dropped them in the streets. He was not as comfortable with a sword as he was with his blades, but just as skilled. It would have to work if something happened.
The room was dead silent. The elf silently offered the older man his spare cloak from his pack for the boy, and the man silently accepted it. Legolas found himself desperately wishing he had herbs or some other manner of healing supplies in his pack, but he carried none. He had traveled light for far too long to carry anything that he did not deem a necessity.
Man and elf watched in silent anticipation as the older man worked over the youth. Legolas drew in a sharp breath as he saw the amount of blood soaking through the boy's tunic and the cloak under his still body. The only thing that kept them from panicking was the steady rise and fall of the thin chest, the shallow breaths that passed between the partially open lips.
Legolas could tell just by looking at him that the boy was not doing well. The older man's face was the picture of intense concentration as he tried to staunch the bleeding, and after a moment Legolas spoke softly.
"Please- perhaps I can help him- I have some skill in healing." This statement held more meaning than either human knew as they looked towards him, for Legolas knew that given the choice he could pour his own life strength into another, although he himself might not survive it. But if that was what it took, then that was what he would do.
Osman searched Legolas' eyes with his own as if weighing the truth and sincerity of his words. He finally smiled slightly, and moved aside with a curt nod. Vance did not look very happy with the idea, but said nothing as Legolas moved to kneel beside the boy.
Legolas' stomach was doing flip-flops as he gently wiped the blood away from the wound. He placed one slender hand on the boy's forehead. He could feel the lad's spirit fading, but he knew he could not let it go.
Legolas placed both hands on the boy's chest and closed his eyes in concentration. Reality seemed to swirl around him as he let his own spirit slip into a world between life and death. He could feel the presence of another, and he silently called to the boy's spirit.
He could feel the dangerous pull of darkness, more potent and lethal the longer one stayed in its presence. Legolas knew the boy must feel it as well, and realized there was much the lad still had to live for if he had resisted it this long. For this was what decided fate in this other world- you had to choose if you felt there was more peace for your spirit in death, or in life. This lad's spirit had a strong love of life and was not yet ready to leave it. He was fighting death, but he was weakening. Legolas realized with a rush of cold fear that he had nearly given in.
Legolas silently let his own strength seep into the boy's body through his hands, even knowing that if he gave too much he would not have the strength to go back himself. Right now, going back without the life he had nearly taken was not an option. He was going to make sure the boy lived whether he himself did or not.
The other spirit felt him there now. And was responding. Unquestioningly, Legolas freely poured out his spirit. The boy was fighting again. He was struggling back towards the light, his movements sluggish and slowed, like someone in water. Legolas knew he himself was dangerously close to the point of no return now, but the boy needed more. Legolas gave it. He felt the darkness wrapping around his soul even as he watched the boy's break free. He was safe. And now Legolas had taken his place.
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Osman watched, eyes narrowed as the elf closed his eyes, head bowed. For several moments, the room was dead silent. Kyrik's eyes moved rapidly under closed lids, and the elf's breathing became heavy and labored, his face drawn and intense.
Both Vance and Osman knew something was happening, for they could feel the energy vibrating in the room. Osman watched in alarm as the ranger's face grew deadly pale, his hands shaking slightly, as sweat beaded on his forehead. At the same time, Kyrik's face regained its color, and his breathing slowed and deepened as if in sleep.
The elf tensed, and his breaths quickened. Osman was seriously considering breaking him out of his trance, but suddenly the other jerked forward with a gasp and blinked rapidly. Osman put a steadying hand on his shoulder and the elf looked up at him with wide eyes. Confusion flickered in his steel- blue orbs and he blinked, as if trying to remember where he was, and then sighed as relief flood his face.
"He lives-" The elf spoke quietly, swallowing and looking back to the boy. Kyrik's face was once again its normal color and the lines of pain had fled his features.
"What were you doing?!" Vance spouted, eyes wide. Osman looked back to him, remembering for the first time he also had been watching the entire thing. He looked as alarmed as Osman had felt, but neither answered him.
Legolas sighed deeply and moved back so the older man could see to finishing cleaning the wound, feeling too drained to even speak, let alone do it himself. Osman understood and reached for the bandages Vance had brought forth.
After what seemed an eternity, Osman was tying off the bandages and wiping his hands on the cloak with a relieved sigh.
Vance and Legolas had both assumed kneeling positions on the floor by the wall, since the room boasted only a small table and a small rickety chair no-one felt like using. He almost smiled as he saw the strained face of the elf. He knew now, beyond a doubt, that it had not been his intention to stab Kyrik.
The aged grey eyes of the older hunter were deceptive, for they took in much and missed literally nothing. He somehow knew that the elf had very nearly exchanged his life for the boy's, and he felt a new deep, respect for this quiet ranger had at first thought the same as Vance when he had seen what had happened, but his mind logically reasoned that it would have happened to anybody, and that the stranger would have been well able to overpower Vance if he had had half-a-mind to. In fact, the ranger looked almost as worried as if it had been his own brother lying before them.
He answered the silent question in both pairs of eyes. "He will be fine. It was not very deep, and he should awake momentarily."
Man and elf sighed audibly, and then glanced at each other at the sound.
Vance looked almost... regretful, Legolas noticed with some surprise. He had not expected any form of kindness from the human after what he had done to the boy, presumably a friend or brother. The other man immediately looked away however, as if he was not ready to put aside his anger so easily over something so serious.
Legolas felt normal again and knew he had to speak. "Forgive me, I truly did not realize the boy was there, I had thought he was-"
Osman held up a hand to silence him. "I know- I do not blame you for this. I am sorry things turned out this way, but no permanent harm was done. The wound will pain him, but heal quickly. He lives."
Legolas swallowed. "If there is anything at all I can do to make things right-"
Osman shook his head slightly. "Nay, my friend, this was not your doing. In truth, 'twas us who had followed you to help you. You were also followed from the inn by several of the men you fought. This is as good a place as any to meet them."
Osman's voice was strained with worry and relief, but held neither malice nor anger, and Legolas looked at him in surprise.
"To help me?" The elf echoed quietly. "After what I have done- you still...?"
Osman smiled faintly and clapped Legolas' shoulder with a sigh. "We hold you no ill-will. Any man could have made the same mistake, and now, thanks to you the lad will live. Indeed, I must beg your pardon for the rude way Vance acted a moment ago- He was blinded in his temper."
Vance snorted and growled, but still did not speak. Osman cleared his throat warningly and they both looked to him. "Since we've settled down for a friendly chat, perhaps we should introduce ourselves: The boy is Kyrik, and I-" He leaned forward and extended his hand to Legolas. "I am Osman."
Legolas shook his hand gingerly.
"And you, my friend?" Osman queried. Legolas had almost forgotten he was also supposed to give a name, and he hesitated briefly as he racked his brain for the name he had chosen.
"Come ranger- we are not guards or soldiers, your secrets are safe with us! Why, be you some criminal or outcast that you fear to speak your own name?" Osman joked.
Legolas forced a genuine smile as the light comment struck hard. "Nay- forgive me, I was merely thinking. My name is Teveldin."
"A right elvish name for a ranger is that-" Osman grunted. "But I suppose that's what comes of bein' around Rivendell and such."
Legolas was getting nervous. As friendly as these men were, he did not appreciate the way they mentioned elves, and he was not quite sure yet whether he could trust them. He was spared changing the subject, however, when a sharp crack sounded against the door.
Legolas, Vance and Osman all leapt to their feet, spinning towards the door as it shattered inwards. Hands flew automatically to their sides for their swords as five huge men appeared in the doorway, some brandishing clubs and other knives and swords.
Between Vance and Osman, Legolas held his sword forward defensively.
The man in front was tall and broad-shouldered, dark of hair and face, wielding a heavy club and an angry sneer. "Stand off-" He snarled, "Our business is with the bloody ranger, and him alone. It don't concern you."
"I think your business does concerns us-" Osman stepped forward. "What do you want with him?" His voice was cold and firm and left no room for questioning.
"We want these dirty rangers to stay out of our business and quit making trouble- go back to where they came from."
Legolas stiffened, and involuntarily made a surprised sound in the back of his throat, stepping forward to put a hand on Osman's shoulder.
"If they want to settle something with me, then let them." He growled stiffly as he leveled a cold stare on the man that had spoken.
Osman tilted his head in acknowledgment and stepped back, but Vance only looked at Legolas in surprise. Legolas walked past him, sword in hand, but lowered, and stood tall in front of the man. The human was tall and stocky, but the elf appeared powerful and intimidating before him as the steel-blue eyes flashed and he tilted his chin upwards.
The human faltered and took a step backwards, his confidence wavering as uncertainty flashed briefly through his eyes. Legolas arched an eyebrow and the man quickly snarled as he regained his composure. His companions stepped backwards into the street, and he followed them as Legolas stepped forward.
Vance stood a little behind Osman in the doorway, constantly shifting his iron grip on the blade in his hand. The rain was pouring down with a vengeance, but Legolas ignored it completely as the two figures backed out into the street, the other thugs hanging back in the shadows, obviously amused at what they saw as a pointless fight.
"No weapons-" Legolas said quietly. The man stared at him keenly for a moment as if sizing him up, and then with a mocking laugh, threw down the club. In one swift movement Legolas slid off his bow and quiver and, without taking his steely gaze off the man before him, tossed them a little ways away.
He also removed the sword and added it to the pile of weapons, and then flexed his fingers and arms in preparation. The human slowly stepped to the side, and Legolas followed suit, moving lightly on the balls of his feet as they circled each other. The rain and pitch blackness around them made it harder to see and hear, but Legolas had no doubt who would walk away from this fight.
He circled, always keeping his piercing eyes locked on the man's own dark orbs. Had he known how uncomfortable this really made the human, who did a fair job of not showing it, he would not have looked directly at him, for he wanted no unfair advantage over his opponent.
Predictably, the man struck first. With a growl that told Legolas precisely when and how the man was going to move, the human lunged.
In less than an instant, Legolas had sprung away. The human was far from dull however, and after observing Legolas' basic fighting techniques in the pub, had anticipated this. As such, his rush was controlled but powerful, rather than headlong, and he was able to spin quickly back towards the elf.
Legolas took the offensive now, giving the man no time to recover as he rained controlled and precise blows upon him. The man falteringly blocked them, trying to strike in between, but although he might have been stronger, the elf more than outweighed him in speed, skill and agility, and within seconds the elf had the human laid out flat on his back.
But the man's companions were not about to let this excuse for violence slip out of their hands, or let a "ranger" get the best of them, and now the real fight began.
Without turning Legolas brought his arm up and his fist above his head, feeling the satisfying crunch as his fist connected with flesh. He spun, his hand twisting into a knife-like blade and striking the second man square in the back of the neck. The man cried out and toppled forward, and within a moment, Legolas' knee came up to catch him in the midsection. Another precise blow aimed for his face sent the human reeling, blood pouring from his nose and a split lip.
Legolas turned without even waiting for the first man to fall to block several powerful punches from another.
Legolas moved with precision and control, striking to deter and incapacitate, not to kill, but his human opponents had no such intent. As he fought off double attacks from two men, he heard Vance or Osman- he couldn't tell which through the chaos- call out a warning. He ducked on instinct, and a heavy spiked club cracked close over his head, missing its intended target and catching another human square in the nose.
The unfortunate man dropped with a howl, and Legolas spun to the club wielder. A powerful kick to the stomach sent the man doubling over, and in one deft movement Legolas had gripped the club, twisted it out of the surprised man's hand, and rammed the butt end into his face.
As the man fell, unconscious, Legolas dropped the club and spun, dropping to one knee and to the side to avoid the next man's blow. As the man was caught off balance by the momentum of his swing, Legolas crouched low to the ground and stuck out in a powerful sweeping kick that knocked the man to the ground.
Legolas spun to his feet and whirled, ready for the next attack, but to his surprise, there was no-one left. Four of the men lay on the ground in the mud and rain, out cold, and the fifth groaned slightly as he tried to get to his feet. Legolas didn't try to stop him, breathing hard and stepping back as the man stumbled away into the shadowy darkness.
Legolas breathed in deeply as he tried to slow the rushing adrenaline pumping through his veins like fire. The touch on his shoulder caused him to jump.
"Are you alright?" Osman asked quietly. Legolas nodded slightly, relieved that that was all. He glanced beyond Osman to the doorway, where Vance stood, his eyes wide, sword hanging limp and useless at his side. If he had been impressed with the elf's fighting skills back at the tavern, he was gaping in outright amazement now.
Legolas nodded again as he assured himself of the same fact. "And you?" He questioned Osman.
Osman held up his hands. "We did not take part in the fight. It was all you my friend, and truthfully I do not believe these men will be bothering you, or any ranger for that matter, again any time soon."
Both Osman and Legolas turned as Vance found his voice again and swore colorfully. "Where in Middle-Earth did you learn to fight like that!?" He spewed incredulously.
Osman grinned and shook his head as he and Legolas started back towards the door. Vance moved aside so Legolas could enter, and he answered the man as Osman followed and shut the door behind him.
"I learned in many different places-" he said softly, letting his mind drift back slightly but keeping his words closely guarded. "Where I once lived, shadows and darkness fell upon the lands, and I could do little about it but fight it with all I had. I have trained myself to fight since I could lift a blade, to shoot since I could string a bow, and to ride since I could walk. There was no room for those idle or useless, regardless of rank, status, birth or age. Enemies do not differentiate, and neither could I afford to."
Legolas' eyes took on a slightly hazy, far-off look as he spoke that Osman's keen eye did not miss, but he said nothing. As he finished, the elf suddenly seemed to realize he had said too much as he snapped back into reality.
"Bu I do not believe I learned your name-" He said in attempt to change the subject as he turned to Vance.
Vance laughed and spoke. "Indeed- you are right. It must have slipped my mind." He stood, and with a dramatic bow, he said with a flourish, "Vancaunimar-" He grinned and dropped the formal tone. "But people find it more convenient to shorten it to Vance when shouting at me."
This garnered a bellowing laugh from Osman and a smile from Legolas, that was far more than it seemed. His eyes shone with joy and relief, for Vance no longer spoke towards him with the wary coldness of before, but with a new respect and brotherly camaraderie that made Legolas' heart leap with the realization that whatever test had been presented, he had passed and had been accepted.
He looked to Kyrik now, who lay on the floor with his hands folded across his chest, as if in a deep sleep. He looked back to Osman, who caught the questioning glance and moved to kneel beside the boy.
He placed one hand on his forehead, and then sighed. "It is only a matter of time before he awakes-" He was cut off as the boy sighed slightly as if on queue.
Osman leaned over him and touched his shoulder, and Kyrik stirred and breathed in deeply. A moment later the deep grey-brown eyes fluttered open, and he blinked in disorientation and confusion. "Osman?"
Vance was at the boy's side instantly like an old mother hen, expressing his joy and relief that the boy was still living. Legolas hung back, nervous and guilty all over again. Kyrik smiled up at Vance weakly.
"Vance, I really am fine...." His voice trailed off and his face melted into a frown. "The ranger! Where is he? What happened to him?"
"Teveldin? Right here-" Osman turned to Legolas with a nod. Legolas was surprised for the hundredth time that day when the boy's face broke into a grin, rather than anger, hate, fear, or another of the many negative emotions the elf had expected to see displayed there.
"Are you alright?" Kyrik asked.
Legolas' mouth fell open, much to Vance's amusement. "Am I alright?" He echoed incredulously. "I was not the one stabbed!"
Kyrik chuckled. "Its nothing-" He began. Vance snorted, but Kyrik ignored this and turned with wide, searching eyes to Legolas.
"I've never seen anyone fight like that..." He said quietly.
Legolas only smiled, since he could think of no answer to that. Vance spoke up now. "Well Kyrik, it seems you finally have your first 'battle wound.'"
Kyrik laughed slightly, and Legolas swallowed.
"Forgive me, Kyrik, I did not mean to hurt you." He said softly.
Kyrik looked towards him in surprise. "Of course you didn't! I don't hold you responsible. You thought I was one of them- Osman is always trying to tell me not to rush into things, I suppose I learned the hard way. And in any case, I am still alive." The boy said assuringly, and then he frowned slightly as if in remembrance. "I had the strangest dream- or vision, or something."
Legolas tensed slightly and shifted, both from Kyrik's words and an uneasy feeling gnawing at his mind. "Those men will not be out long-" He finally spoke. "It might be best to leave this place."
Osman nodded, Vance didn't say a word, and Kyrik looked confused.
"What did I miss, Vance?" He asked quietly.
Vance shrugged and tilted his head towards Legolas in indication. "Not much. Your ranger friend here had another little hand-to-hand brawl. Times five. That's all."
Kyrik's eyebrows shot up. "Five?" He echoed questioningly.
Legolas shrugged the question off and paced a few steps. Osman helped Kyrik stand up, and Vance gathered up the weapons. Kyrik was able to walk, albeit somewhat stiffly, and within moments Legolas and Vance had the room back exactly as they had found it.
"Where will you go, Teveldin?" Vance asked as he held the door open as Osman exit, supporting Kyrik where he needed it. Legolas didn't answer. He had not really thought about this, but he was saved from answering by Kyrik.
"Why don't you come with us?" The boy asked, looking towards Osman. "We were in town in the first place for another man to join our hunting party- and I don't think you'll find much welcome in the town now."
Osman didn't say anything against this, and looked to Legolas for an answer. Legolas thought fast. He didn't want to appear suspicious or ungrateful, but he knew he had no time to waste.
"I-" he stammered slightly, but then Vance spoke again.
"Oh, come on ranger. We could use your skills, and we may even run into some of your friends on the way north."
Legolas stopped. "On the way north?" He asked.
Osman nodded. "We're headed up towards Mirkwood, and the rangers- all but you, are traveling up there around now, I'd assume."
Legolas hesitated for only one moment more. "Very well. I will go with you." Kyrik grinned broadly, and Osman nodded.
"Good." Said the older man, "I was hoping you'd say that. Will you come to the camp outside of town with us for the night? I daresay it will be safer there, and we head out first thing in the morning."
Legolas smiled, genuinely this time. "If that is well..."
"Of course ranger-" Vance grinned. "It?s more then well, as long as you don't make a habit of using live targets."
Legolas kept a serious expression. "Not often."
Vance chuckled and moved to helps support Kyrik once more.
"And Vance-" Legolas hesitated, and they all stopped to look up at him.
"You all have my thanks."
Osman only grunted, but his lips turned upwards in a small smile. Vance and Kyrik grinned, and Vance spoke again as they headed out into the darkness.
"Don't mention it. You can always pay me back later."
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othrilis: Thank you, I'm glad you like it! No, this story is more about Arathorn than Aragorn, mainly to set the base for Aragorn and Legolas' friendship, but all the stories I have lined up, (six, I think) star Aragorn, Legolas, and the twins- my absolute fave LotR characters! But the twins, come to think of it, actually do come into this one!
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Chapter Eight
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Shaken
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You're a ticking clock in a timeless land
Holding on too long without any hands
And the stars are falling down around you now
In the rain there are wonders left to touch
So you're reaching out
So the flowers grow and bloom in the desert sand
And the crystal tears they fall and flower in a barren land
'Till you feel the sunlight shining on your skin
And all that once was lost in you is alive again
Michelle Tumes
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"No! Kyrik!!!" Legolas vaguely heard the desperate cry from farther up the street.
Legolas' eyes went wide and he froze as the man fell to his knees. It all happened so horribly fast... Something suddenly slammed into him and knocked him backwards into the wall. The air rushed painfully from his lungs as he slammed into the wood, but he was too horror-stricken to protest as his arms were pinned to his sides.
He stared in shock at the man on the ground- nay, not a man- a boy. Valar, he had just stabbed a young boy! Another man was kneeling beside the youth, frantically trying to staunch the bleeding stomach wound.
Legolas was snapped back into the present as an angry voice growled in his ear. "If you've killed him- I will make you wish you had never been born."
Legolas felt sick. He didn't bother to point out that he already wished he hadn't been born. He could hear his heart pounding loudly in his ears. What if he had killed the boy?
"Eru, have mercy, let him live!" He breathed automatically in elvish. The man behind him twisted his arm painfully.
"Shut up, or I'll shut you up!" The man hissed venomously. "Do you know what you've done!?"
Legolas shook his head sorrowfully. "I did not mean-" The man growled and pushed a knee into Legolas' stomach, then forced him to his knees.
"Vance!" They both looked up as the man kneeling beside the wounded boy spoke sharply. "Leave him be! This was not his intention."
Vance gaped, but loosened his hold on the elf. Legolas stared at the older man, hardly daring to believe his ears. He had thought for sure they would want to kill him. And he deserved it. He remained kneeling, his breath hitching painfully as he stared at the boy's pale face and closed eyes.
"Does he live?" Legolas whispered finally.
"Aye," the older man nodded as he shifted the boy into his arms and stood. "We need to get him somewhere dry though-"
"Here!" Vance had approached a doorway and shoved on it. It was locked. Stepping back, he forcefully rammed his shoulder into the wood and it gave with a protesting creak and a snap. The room was empty, the building un- inhabited. The older man motioned with his head for Legolas to enter the room, and then followed. Vance shut the door as the older man gently laid the boy on the floor.
"Just try something ranger- give me one more reason to knock your head off." The man growled warningly.
Legolas' shock had worn off and he quietly lit a candle, abandoned in it's holder by the door. Vance watched him closely, as if expecting him to try and pull something else and try to kill them as well. It was now that Legolas realized he had left his blades where he had dropped them in the streets. He was not as comfortable with a sword as he was with his blades, but just as skilled. It would have to work if something happened.
The room was dead silent. The elf silently offered the older man his spare cloak from his pack for the boy, and the man silently accepted it. Legolas found himself desperately wishing he had herbs or some other manner of healing supplies in his pack, but he carried none. He had traveled light for far too long to carry anything that he did not deem a necessity.
Man and elf watched in silent anticipation as the older man worked over the youth. Legolas drew in a sharp breath as he saw the amount of blood soaking through the boy's tunic and the cloak under his still body. The only thing that kept them from panicking was the steady rise and fall of the thin chest, the shallow breaths that passed between the partially open lips.
Legolas could tell just by looking at him that the boy was not doing well. The older man's face was the picture of intense concentration as he tried to staunch the bleeding, and after a moment Legolas spoke softly.
"Please- perhaps I can help him- I have some skill in healing." This statement held more meaning than either human knew as they looked towards him, for Legolas knew that given the choice he could pour his own life strength into another, although he himself might not survive it. But if that was what it took, then that was what he would do.
Osman searched Legolas' eyes with his own as if weighing the truth and sincerity of his words. He finally smiled slightly, and moved aside with a curt nod. Vance did not look very happy with the idea, but said nothing as Legolas moved to kneel beside the boy.
Legolas' stomach was doing flip-flops as he gently wiped the blood away from the wound. He placed one slender hand on the boy's forehead. He could feel the lad's spirit fading, but he knew he could not let it go.
Legolas placed both hands on the boy's chest and closed his eyes in concentration. Reality seemed to swirl around him as he let his own spirit slip into a world between life and death. He could feel the presence of another, and he silently called to the boy's spirit.
He could feel the dangerous pull of darkness, more potent and lethal the longer one stayed in its presence. Legolas knew the boy must feel it as well, and realized there was much the lad still had to live for if he had resisted it this long. For this was what decided fate in this other world- you had to choose if you felt there was more peace for your spirit in death, or in life. This lad's spirit had a strong love of life and was not yet ready to leave it. He was fighting death, but he was weakening. Legolas realized with a rush of cold fear that he had nearly given in.
Legolas silently let his own strength seep into the boy's body through his hands, even knowing that if he gave too much he would not have the strength to go back himself. Right now, going back without the life he had nearly taken was not an option. He was going to make sure the boy lived whether he himself did or not.
The other spirit felt him there now. And was responding. Unquestioningly, Legolas freely poured out his spirit. The boy was fighting again. He was struggling back towards the light, his movements sluggish and slowed, like someone in water. Legolas knew he himself was dangerously close to the point of no return now, but the boy needed more. Legolas gave it. He felt the darkness wrapping around his soul even as he watched the boy's break free. He was safe. And now Legolas had taken his place.
- -
Osman watched, eyes narrowed as the elf closed his eyes, head bowed. For several moments, the room was dead silent. Kyrik's eyes moved rapidly under closed lids, and the elf's breathing became heavy and labored, his face drawn and intense.
Both Vance and Osman knew something was happening, for they could feel the energy vibrating in the room. Osman watched in alarm as the ranger's face grew deadly pale, his hands shaking slightly, as sweat beaded on his forehead. At the same time, Kyrik's face regained its color, and his breathing slowed and deepened as if in sleep.
The elf tensed, and his breaths quickened. Osman was seriously considering breaking him out of his trance, but suddenly the other jerked forward with a gasp and blinked rapidly. Osman put a steadying hand on his shoulder and the elf looked up at him with wide eyes. Confusion flickered in his steel- blue orbs and he blinked, as if trying to remember where he was, and then sighed as relief flood his face.
"He lives-" The elf spoke quietly, swallowing and looking back to the boy. Kyrik's face was once again its normal color and the lines of pain had fled his features.
"What were you doing?!" Vance spouted, eyes wide. Osman looked back to him, remembering for the first time he also had been watching the entire thing. He looked as alarmed as Osman had felt, but neither answered him.
Legolas sighed deeply and moved back so the older man could see to finishing cleaning the wound, feeling too drained to even speak, let alone do it himself. Osman understood and reached for the bandages Vance had brought forth.
After what seemed an eternity, Osman was tying off the bandages and wiping his hands on the cloak with a relieved sigh.
Vance and Legolas had both assumed kneeling positions on the floor by the wall, since the room boasted only a small table and a small rickety chair no-one felt like using. He almost smiled as he saw the strained face of the elf. He knew now, beyond a doubt, that it had not been his intention to stab Kyrik.
The aged grey eyes of the older hunter were deceptive, for they took in much and missed literally nothing. He somehow knew that the elf had very nearly exchanged his life for the boy's, and he felt a new deep, respect for this quiet ranger had at first thought the same as Vance when he had seen what had happened, but his mind logically reasoned that it would have happened to anybody, and that the stranger would have been well able to overpower Vance if he had had half-a-mind to. In fact, the ranger looked almost as worried as if it had been his own brother lying before them.
He answered the silent question in both pairs of eyes. "He will be fine. It was not very deep, and he should awake momentarily."
Man and elf sighed audibly, and then glanced at each other at the sound.
Vance looked almost... regretful, Legolas noticed with some surprise. He had not expected any form of kindness from the human after what he had done to the boy, presumably a friend or brother. The other man immediately looked away however, as if he was not ready to put aside his anger so easily over something so serious.
Legolas felt normal again and knew he had to speak. "Forgive me, I truly did not realize the boy was there, I had thought he was-"
Osman held up a hand to silence him. "I know- I do not blame you for this. I am sorry things turned out this way, but no permanent harm was done. The wound will pain him, but heal quickly. He lives."
Legolas swallowed. "If there is anything at all I can do to make things right-"
Osman shook his head slightly. "Nay, my friend, this was not your doing. In truth, 'twas us who had followed you to help you. You were also followed from the inn by several of the men you fought. This is as good a place as any to meet them."
Osman's voice was strained with worry and relief, but held neither malice nor anger, and Legolas looked at him in surprise.
"To help me?" The elf echoed quietly. "After what I have done- you still...?"
Osman smiled faintly and clapped Legolas' shoulder with a sigh. "We hold you no ill-will. Any man could have made the same mistake, and now, thanks to you the lad will live. Indeed, I must beg your pardon for the rude way Vance acted a moment ago- He was blinded in his temper."
Vance snorted and growled, but still did not speak. Osman cleared his throat warningly and they both looked to him. "Since we've settled down for a friendly chat, perhaps we should introduce ourselves: The boy is Kyrik, and I-" He leaned forward and extended his hand to Legolas. "I am Osman."
Legolas shook his hand gingerly.
"And you, my friend?" Osman queried. Legolas had almost forgotten he was also supposed to give a name, and he hesitated briefly as he racked his brain for the name he had chosen.
"Come ranger- we are not guards or soldiers, your secrets are safe with us! Why, be you some criminal or outcast that you fear to speak your own name?" Osman joked.
Legolas forced a genuine smile as the light comment struck hard. "Nay- forgive me, I was merely thinking. My name is Teveldin."
"A right elvish name for a ranger is that-" Osman grunted. "But I suppose that's what comes of bein' around Rivendell and such."
Legolas was getting nervous. As friendly as these men were, he did not appreciate the way they mentioned elves, and he was not quite sure yet whether he could trust them. He was spared changing the subject, however, when a sharp crack sounded against the door.
Legolas, Vance and Osman all leapt to their feet, spinning towards the door as it shattered inwards. Hands flew automatically to their sides for their swords as five huge men appeared in the doorway, some brandishing clubs and other knives and swords.
Between Vance and Osman, Legolas held his sword forward defensively.
The man in front was tall and broad-shouldered, dark of hair and face, wielding a heavy club and an angry sneer. "Stand off-" He snarled, "Our business is with the bloody ranger, and him alone. It don't concern you."
"I think your business does concerns us-" Osman stepped forward. "What do you want with him?" His voice was cold and firm and left no room for questioning.
"We want these dirty rangers to stay out of our business and quit making trouble- go back to where they came from."
Legolas stiffened, and involuntarily made a surprised sound in the back of his throat, stepping forward to put a hand on Osman's shoulder.
"If they want to settle something with me, then let them." He growled stiffly as he leveled a cold stare on the man that had spoken.
Osman tilted his head in acknowledgment and stepped back, but Vance only looked at Legolas in surprise. Legolas walked past him, sword in hand, but lowered, and stood tall in front of the man. The human was tall and stocky, but the elf appeared powerful and intimidating before him as the steel-blue eyes flashed and he tilted his chin upwards.
The human faltered and took a step backwards, his confidence wavering as uncertainty flashed briefly through his eyes. Legolas arched an eyebrow and the man quickly snarled as he regained his composure. His companions stepped backwards into the street, and he followed them as Legolas stepped forward.
Vance stood a little behind Osman in the doorway, constantly shifting his iron grip on the blade in his hand. The rain was pouring down with a vengeance, but Legolas ignored it completely as the two figures backed out into the street, the other thugs hanging back in the shadows, obviously amused at what they saw as a pointless fight.
"No weapons-" Legolas said quietly. The man stared at him keenly for a moment as if sizing him up, and then with a mocking laugh, threw down the club. In one swift movement Legolas slid off his bow and quiver and, without taking his steely gaze off the man before him, tossed them a little ways away.
He also removed the sword and added it to the pile of weapons, and then flexed his fingers and arms in preparation. The human slowly stepped to the side, and Legolas followed suit, moving lightly on the balls of his feet as they circled each other. The rain and pitch blackness around them made it harder to see and hear, but Legolas had no doubt who would walk away from this fight.
He circled, always keeping his piercing eyes locked on the man's own dark orbs. Had he known how uncomfortable this really made the human, who did a fair job of not showing it, he would not have looked directly at him, for he wanted no unfair advantage over his opponent.
Predictably, the man struck first. With a growl that told Legolas precisely when and how the man was going to move, the human lunged.
In less than an instant, Legolas had sprung away. The human was far from dull however, and after observing Legolas' basic fighting techniques in the pub, had anticipated this. As such, his rush was controlled but powerful, rather than headlong, and he was able to spin quickly back towards the elf.
Legolas took the offensive now, giving the man no time to recover as he rained controlled and precise blows upon him. The man falteringly blocked them, trying to strike in between, but although he might have been stronger, the elf more than outweighed him in speed, skill and agility, and within seconds the elf had the human laid out flat on his back.
But the man's companions were not about to let this excuse for violence slip out of their hands, or let a "ranger" get the best of them, and now the real fight began.
Without turning Legolas brought his arm up and his fist above his head, feeling the satisfying crunch as his fist connected with flesh. He spun, his hand twisting into a knife-like blade and striking the second man square in the back of the neck. The man cried out and toppled forward, and within a moment, Legolas' knee came up to catch him in the midsection. Another precise blow aimed for his face sent the human reeling, blood pouring from his nose and a split lip.
Legolas turned without even waiting for the first man to fall to block several powerful punches from another.
Legolas moved with precision and control, striking to deter and incapacitate, not to kill, but his human opponents had no such intent. As he fought off double attacks from two men, he heard Vance or Osman- he couldn't tell which through the chaos- call out a warning. He ducked on instinct, and a heavy spiked club cracked close over his head, missing its intended target and catching another human square in the nose.
The unfortunate man dropped with a howl, and Legolas spun to the club wielder. A powerful kick to the stomach sent the man doubling over, and in one deft movement Legolas had gripped the club, twisted it out of the surprised man's hand, and rammed the butt end into his face.
As the man fell, unconscious, Legolas dropped the club and spun, dropping to one knee and to the side to avoid the next man's blow. As the man was caught off balance by the momentum of his swing, Legolas crouched low to the ground and stuck out in a powerful sweeping kick that knocked the man to the ground.
Legolas spun to his feet and whirled, ready for the next attack, but to his surprise, there was no-one left. Four of the men lay on the ground in the mud and rain, out cold, and the fifth groaned slightly as he tried to get to his feet. Legolas didn't try to stop him, breathing hard and stepping back as the man stumbled away into the shadowy darkness.
Legolas breathed in deeply as he tried to slow the rushing adrenaline pumping through his veins like fire. The touch on his shoulder caused him to jump.
"Are you alright?" Osman asked quietly. Legolas nodded slightly, relieved that that was all. He glanced beyond Osman to the doorway, where Vance stood, his eyes wide, sword hanging limp and useless at his side. If he had been impressed with the elf's fighting skills back at the tavern, he was gaping in outright amazement now.
Legolas nodded again as he assured himself of the same fact. "And you?" He questioned Osman.
Osman held up his hands. "We did not take part in the fight. It was all you my friend, and truthfully I do not believe these men will be bothering you, or any ranger for that matter, again any time soon."
Both Osman and Legolas turned as Vance found his voice again and swore colorfully. "Where in Middle-Earth did you learn to fight like that!?" He spewed incredulously.
Osman grinned and shook his head as he and Legolas started back towards the door. Vance moved aside so Legolas could enter, and he answered the man as Osman followed and shut the door behind him.
"I learned in many different places-" he said softly, letting his mind drift back slightly but keeping his words closely guarded. "Where I once lived, shadows and darkness fell upon the lands, and I could do little about it but fight it with all I had. I have trained myself to fight since I could lift a blade, to shoot since I could string a bow, and to ride since I could walk. There was no room for those idle or useless, regardless of rank, status, birth or age. Enemies do not differentiate, and neither could I afford to."
Legolas' eyes took on a slightly hazy, far-off look as he spoke that Osman's keen eye did not miss, but he said nothing. As he finished, the elf suddenly seemed to realize he had said too much as he snapped back into reality.
"Bu I do not believe I learned your name-" He said in attempt to change the subject as he turned to Vance.
Vance laughed and spoke. "Indeed- you are right. It must have slipped my mind." He stood, and with a dramatic bow, he said with a flourish, "Vancaunimar-" He grinned and dropped the formal tone. "But people find it more convenient to shorten it to Vance when shouting at me."
This garnered a bellowing laugh from Osman and a smile from Legolas, that was far more than it seemed. His eyes shone with joy and relief, for Vance no longer spoke towards him with the wary coldness of before, but with a new respect and brotherly camaraderie that made Legolas' heart leap with the realization that whatever test had been presented, he had passed and had been accepted.
He looked to Kyrik now, who lay on the floor with his hands folded across his chest, as if in a deep sleep. He looked back to Osman, who caught the questioning glance and moved to kneel beside the boy.
He placed one hand on his forehead, and then sighed. "It is only a matter of time before he awakes-" He was cut off as the boy sighed slightly as if on queue.
Osman leaned over him and touched his shoulder, and Kyrik stirred and breathed in deeply. A moment later the deep grey-brown eyes fluttered open, and he blinked in disorientation and confusion. "Osman?"
Vance was at the boy's side instantly like an old mother hen, expressing his joy and relief that the boy was still living. Legolas hung back, nervous and guilty all over again. Kyrik smiled up at Vance weakly.
"Vance, I really am fine...." His voice trailed off and his face melted into a frown. "The ranger! Where is he? What happened to him?"
"Teveldin? Right here-" Osman turned to Legolas with a nod. Legolas was surprised for the hundredth time that day when the boy's face broke into a grin, rather than anger, hate, fear, or another of the many negative emotions the elf had expected to see displayed there.
"Are you alright?" Kyrik asked.
Legolas' mouth fell open, much to Vance's amusement. "Am I alright?" He echoed incredulously. "I was not the one stabbed!"
Kyrik chuckled. "Its nothing-" He began. Vance snorted, but Kyrik ignored this and turned with wide, searching eyes to Legolas.
"I've never seen anyone fight like that..." He said quietly.
Legolas only smiled, since he could think of no answer to that. Vance spoke up now. "Well Kyrik, it seems you finally have your first 'battle wound.'"
Kyrik laughed slightly, and Legolas swallowed.
"Forgive me, Kyrik, I did not mean to hurt you." He said softly.
Kyrik looked towards him in surprise. "Of course you didn't! I don't hold you responsible. You thought I was one of them- Osman is always trying to tell me not to rush into things, I suppose I learned the hard way. And in any case, I am still alive." The boy said assuringly, and then he frowned slightly as if in remembrance. "I had the strangest dream- or vision, or something."
Legolas tensed slightly and shifted, both from Kyrik's words and an uneasy feeling gnawing at his mind. "Those men will not be out long-" He finally spoke. "It might be best to leave this place."
Osman nodded, Vance didn't say a word, and Kyrik looked confused.
"What did I miss, Vance?" He asked quietly.
Vance shrugged and tilted his head towards Legolas in indication. "Not much. Your ranger friend here had another little hand-to-hand brawl. Times five. That's all."
Kyrik's eyebrows shot up. "Five?" He echoed questioningly.
Legolas shrugged the question off and paced a few steps. Osman helped Kyrik stand up, and Vance gathered up the weapons. Kyrik was able to walk, albeit somewhat stiffly, and within moments Legolas and Vance had the room back exactly as they had found it.
"Where will you go, Teveldin?" Vance asked as he held the door open as Osman exit, supporting Kyrik where he needed it. Legolas didn't answer. He had not really thought about this, but he was saved from answering by Kyrik.
"Why don't you come with us?" The boy asked, looking towards Osman. "We were in town in the first place for another man to join our hunting party- and I don't think you'll find much welcome in the town now."
Osman didn't say anything against this, and looked to Legolas for an answer. Legolas thought fast. He didn't want to appear suspicious or ungrateful, but he knew he had no time to waste.
"I-" he stammered slightly, but then Vance spoke again.
"Oh, come on ranger. We could use your skills, and we may even run into some of your friends on the way north."
Legolas stopped. "On the way north?" He asked.
Osman nodded. "We're headed up towards Mirkwood, and the rangers- all but you, are traveling up there around now, I'd assume."
Legolas hesitated for only one moment more. "Very well. I will go with you." Kyrik grinned broadly, and Osman nodded.
"Good." Said the older man, "I was hoping you'd say that. Will you come to the camp outside of town with us for the night? I daresay it will be safer there, and we head out first thing in the morning."
Legolas smiled, genuinely this time. "If that is well..."
"Of course ranger-" Vance grinned. "It?s more then well, as long as you don't make a habit of using live targets."
Legolas kept a serious expression. "Not often."
Vance chuckled and moved to helps support Kyrik once more.
"And Vance-" Legolas hesitated, and they all stopped to look up at him.
"You all have my thanks."
Osman only grunted, but his lips turned upwards in a small smile. Vance and Kyrik grinned, and Vance spoke again as they headed out into the darkness.
"Don't mention it. You can always pay me back later."
Reviewer Responses!
There everybody, that's what I'm looking for! Keep up with those reviews! Sorry about any typos or whatever in this story, I'm not on my own comp and my word-checker thing-a-bob decided to eat my story and spit out a blank disc! Technology these days....
othrilis: Thank you, I'm glad you like it! No, this story is more about Arathorn than Aragorn, mainly to set the base for Aragorn and Legolas' friendship, but all the stories I have lined up, (six, I think) star Aragorn, Legolas, and the twins- my absolute fave LotR characters! But the twins, come to think of it, actually do come into this one!
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