All That Really Mattered
Part Two
"Nooooooooooo!" screamed Eomer. "Eowyn!!!!" He held the somewhat dead body of his sister tight to his body. Fellow soldiers looked on, shaking their heads because it was a shame that their Lady had been so selfless. And, as a price, selflessness could make a corpse out of you. No one considered her foolish. Not a soul.
Aragorn stared at this sight. It was… was… in a way inhumane to see such souls in so much pain. He wanted to reach out and help. Help in anyway he could. He was just about to go to them when-
"Aragorn!!!!!" came the cry from behind. He turned sharply and there was Gimli, breathing hard. Something was awry… he could feel it.
"What Gimli! Where is Legolas? What has happened!?!" the Ranger hissed. Very, very wrong…
"Legolas… wounded… arrow! Come! He cannot wait!" Gimli said breathlessly. He turned and began running in the direction that he had come from. Aragorn sprinted after.
Where Aragorn slept…
Aragorn's eyes snapped open and he lay awake. There was that dream again. He could hear the clash of metal and cries of anguish as plain as day. He sat up, leaning on one of his arms. He other he studied carefully, in a way admiring all of the barely noticeable scars that where about his knuckles. The fresh cuts and scrapes were just oozing slightly now, but they were still sore. Aragorn chuckled; he never could remember getting these. But other than his hands, he had suffered no hurt.
Others had suffered, yes. Some greatly. Eowyn… almost all of the life drained out of her… Faramir… two arrow wounds that had not been treated properly, let alone being doused in oil. The two had survived fortunately. A miracle in many eyes.
Back on the balcony…
Pippin lowered his head. "Are you sure it should be enough for me?" he asked.
"Only if you wish it, my little friend. Do not yield to the shadow yet. Have strength within your heart... no matter where it lies asleep, for it is waiting to spring and set flame. Be always on your watch Guard of the Citadel." Legolas said, cracking a rare smile. "Always,"
Now it was Pippin's turn to smile.
More of Aragorn's Dream…
They ran for a short time, spotting Legolas not long after they had set out. He was, thankfully, still leaned up against the wall. His eyes were not open, closed with unconsciousness. The stain was farther spread than it had been before Gimli left. But, thankfully again, it had stopped… along with his breathing. Dead? Dead! Dead.
"Legolas!"
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