The White City of Gondor had never looked as beautiful to him as now; it
was like a light in the darkness. He knew help was there, waiting for them
to come home, all he had to do was get there and it would be all well.
His grey eyes looked down, worry evident in the so normal gentle silver like orbs. This bundle he carried with him, this being clutched in his arms, it was precious to him, even more so then the Ring that had carried the fate of them all. For no ring could give him love and friendship like the Elf gave. They had known each other too long to loose him in this final battle. Aragorn's eyes narrowed, wanting nothing more then to kill the creature that had injured Legolas so, even though it was long gone.
The Prince of Mirkwood was lying so still in his arms, the fair face pulled in a mask of pain. His deep blue eyes were hidden as the eyes were closed; thick dark lashes standing out against the paleness of the skin. It was unsettling to see the once so vibrant Elf like this. Even though Aragorn had shared many adventures with his friend, and they had been into dire situations before, every time Legolas was injured his heart leaped in fear. He remembered very clear the first time he had met his friend, he had been only a little boy and besides Glorfindel, he had never seen a blond Elf.
It was many years back, he had been no more then ten years old, surely not any older. He had been playing outside, throwing little rocks in the water, trying to see how far they could reach. His father had assured him it would be good practice for his sword arm, though now Aragorn was not sure whether it was that or to have a moment of peace. The sound of hooves had drawn his attention, when a white horse entered the gate. It was one of beauty and strength, with the white manes dancing. But it had been the rider that had caught his attention. A young Elf, clad in green and brown, a bow strapped on his back along with a quiver full of fine carved arrows. His long hair was that of shining spun gold, drawn back from his face with small warrior braids. And what a face it was, fair beyond any he had ever seen, a flawless pale skin and deep blue large eyes, like the sea itself. It had to be one of the Valar. The Elf had seen him stare, laughter like music escaping the fair one while a graceful smile lit his face.
"Mae Govannen, Penneth."
That greeting of Legolas to him had been the start of a long friendship. It was only later he had realized the Elf was one of Mirkwood, a Wood Elf, not one of the Valar. Though he was special, he was Prince and his friend.
With a slight smile Aragorn returned to the now, the fond memory of this first meeting lingering in his mind while they entered the Gate of Gondor.
"Hold on Legolas, we are almost there."
He hardly doubted the Elf could hear him, but it was more for his own state of mind. Dimly he was aware of Gamling's shouts to make way, as men, women and children hastily cleared their path, their eyes big as they watched their new King fly by in haste. Some of them cried upon seeing the Elf injured, for many of them rarely had seen the fair beings, safe for the one in Aragorn's arms. If such an immortal being could be injured, then how were the warriors fairing? The Ranger paid no heed to them, his eyes fixed before him with only one goal in mind, to reach his father. He cursed softly, no longer proud that the city of Gondor was this large, for now it only delayed his speed. In relief he saw his father already waiting for him, the lady Éowyn at his side, both a worried frown and both looking relieved when they saw him unharmed. It was an almost comical situation, though he had nothing to laugh about just yet.
"Ada!"
He almost shouted to his father as he brought his horse to a halt, jumping of its broad back, ignoring Gamling who had been ready to take Legolas from him. It was best not to move him too much, he could have bleedings inside. Form the corner of his eyes he saw Éomer and Éowyn briefly embrace before they too turned to him worriedly.
Luckily Elrond took control over the situation, Aragorn was not sure if he could have done it, he was exhausted, grief and worry flooding through him.
"Estel, bring Legolas inside, we have beds waiting for the wounded. Master Dwarf, find me some heated water and Lord Éomer, would you be so kind to see to Faramir?"
Aragorn followed his father inside, as he took in with satisfaction all the beds prepared as well as the women waiting to tend to the wounded. He did not want Legolas to be tended to here though, as the only Elf he would be the centre of attention and it would do little to help heal him. So he laid him down on a bed in the far corner, where it was secluded, away from sight. The Elf moaned softly as soon as his back hit the soft bed, making both father and son frown. They both knew this was serious.
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Look at that, again so many reviews, I love you girls! It's great to have regular people reviewing!
Silvertoekee – Yes, writing long chapters is a pain, especially since I write in Word and I swear it's always two pages long! FF net makes it look shorter. All have a part in this, though I'm not yet sure if I'll write in everybody's point of view, I'm not good in the Hobbits. And you're welcome ;)
MelanyeBaggings – Finally I was able to give you a chapter with more Leggy, can't have that poor Elf be ignored all the time now can I? Btw, glad to see you're still with us....;)
Elanor8 – Lol, I'm glad short chapters aren't all that bad, though I wish I was able to write longer. Oh well, at least I tried. You're doing very well with the English, and I did get what you were trying to say ( If it's easier for you, please write in your own language, as I said, I'm perfectly capable of reading German, I'm not that good in writing in it though.
Star Stallion – Oh my, thank you for all those wonderful compliments, you're making me blush!
His grey eyes looked down, worry evident in the so normal gentle silver like orbs. This bundle he carried with him, this being clutched in his arms, it was precious to him, even more so then the Ring that had carried the fate of them all. For no ring could give him love and friendship like the Elf gave. They had known each other too long to loose him in this final battle. Aragorn's eyes narrowed, wanting nothing more then to kill the creature that had injured Legolas so, even though it was long gone.
The Prince of Mirkwood was lying so still in his arms, the fair face pulled in a mask of pain. His deep blue eyes were hidden as the eyes were closed; thick dark lashes standing out against the paleness of the skin. It was unsettling to see the once so vibrant Elf like this. Even though Aragorn had shared many adventures with his friend, and they had been into dire situations before, every time Legolas was injured his heart leaped in fear. He remembered very clear the first time he had met his friend, he had been only a little boy and besides Glorfindel, he had never seen a blond Elf.
It was many years back, he had been no more then ten years old, surely not any older. He had been playing outside, throwing little rocks in the water, trying to see how far they could reach. His father had assured him it would be good practice for his sword arm, though now Aragorn was not sure whether it was that or to have a moment of peace. The sound of hooves had drawn his attention, when a white horse entered the gate. It was one of beauty and strength, with the white manes dancing. But it had been the rider that had caught his attention. A young Elf, clad in green and brown, a bow strapped on his back along with a quiver full of fine carved arrows. His long hair was that of shining spun gold, drawn back from his face with small warrior braids. And what a face it was, fair beyond any he had ever seen, a flawless pale skin and deep blue large eyes, like the sea itself. It had to be one of the Valar. The Elf had seen him stare, laughter like music escaping the fair one while a graceful smile lit his face.
"Mae Govannen, Penneth."
That greeting of Legolas to him had been the start of a long friendship. It was only later he had realized the Elf was one of Mirkwood, a Wood Elf, not one of the Valar. Though he was special, he was Prince and his friend.
With a slight smile Aragorn returned to the now, the fond memory of this first meeting lingering in his mind while they entered the Gate of Gondor.
"Hold on Legolas, we are almost there."
He hardly doubted the Elf could hear him, but it was more for his own state of mind. Dimly he was aware of Gamling's shouts to make way, as men, women and children hastily cleared their path, their eyes big as they watched their new King fly by in haste. Some of them cried upon seeing the Elf injured, for many of them rarely had seen the fair beings, safe for the one in Aragorn's arms. If such an immortal being could be injured, then how were the warriors fairing? The Ranger paid no heed to them, his eyes fixed before him with only one goal in mind, to reach his father. He cursed softly, no longer proud that the city of Gondor was this large, for now it only delayed his speed. In relief he saw his father already waiting for him, the lady Éowyn at his side, both a worried frown and both looking relieved when they saw him unharmed. It was an almost comical situation, though he had nothing to laugh about just yet.
"Ada!"
He almost shouted to his father as he brought his horse to a halt, jumping of its broad back, ignoring Gamling who had been ready to take Legolas from him. It was best not to move him too much, he could have bleedings inside. Form the corner of his eyes he saw Éomer and Éowyn briefly embrace before they too turned to him worriedly.
Luckily Elrond took control over the situation, Aragorn was not sure if he could have done it, he was exhausted, grief and worry flooding through him.
"Estel, bring Legolas inside, we have beds waiting for the wounded. Master Dwarf, find me some heated water and Lord Éomer, would you be so kind to see to Faramir?"
Aragorn followed his father inside, as he took in with satisfaction all the beds prepared as well as the women waiting to tend to the wounded. He did not want Legolas to be tended to here though, as the only Elf he would be the centre of attention and it would do little to help heal him. So he laid him down on a bed in the far corner, where it was secluded, away from sight. The Elf moaned softly as soon as his back hit the soft bed, making both father and son frown. They both knew this was serious.
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Look at that, again so many reviews, I love you girls! It's great to have regular people reviewing!
Silvertoekee – Yes, writing long chapters is a pain, especially since I write in Word and I swear it's always two pages long! FF net makes it look shorter. All have a part in this, though I'm not yet sure if I'll write in everybody's point of view, I'm not good in the Hobbits. And you're welcome ;)
MelanyeBaggings – Finally I was able to give you a chapter with more Leggy, can't have that poor Elf be ignored all the time now can I? Btw, glad to see you're still with us....;)
Elanor8 – Lol, I'm glad short chapters aren't all that bad, though I wish I was able to write longer. Oh well, at least I tried. You're doing very well with the English, and I did get what you were trying to say ( If it's easier for you, please write in your own language, as I said, I'm perfectly capable of reading German, I'm not that good in writing in it though.
Star Stallion – Oh my, thank you for all those wonderful compliments, you're making me blush!