Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
Hilary Duff
Chapter 10
Legolas awoke and instantly wished that he had remained asleep. His left side felt as if it was on fire and he gasped aloud. Instantly, Aragorn was by his side with a cool drink that tasted incredibly vile.
"What is that nasty concoction?" he managed to choke out.
"Medicine," his friend replied cheerfully. "And you are to drink every drop."
"I'm considering remaining sick," Legolas informed him flatly.
Aragorn laughed. "Well at least you are your old self again." He sobered. "For a few days there, we were afraid that we were losing you."
Legolas struggled to sit up as the memories of Rinsereg and the fight washed over him. "What happened? Where's Rinsereg? Is Erúvë alright?"
"Erúvë's fine. She took a bit of a beating as well, but that Drow was extraordinarily powerful. It seemed as though she had you under a spell and when Erúvë injured her, you were released." Aragorn grinned at the sour look that crossed Legolas' face. "Hey, I thought that it was hilarious."
Legolas told Aragorn succinctly exactly what to do with his sense of humour – causing the king to burst into laughter.
"What are we to do now?" Legolas asked. "Apparently the evil knows that we are on our way. None of us are safe anymore."
Aragorn pulled a face. "Don't think that I am not aware of that mellon nin," he stated. "I honestly didn't spend much time considering it though – with nursing you back from death's door and all that. I figured that I'd see whether you'd live first before I made any definite plans."
Legolas grinned and propped himself up on his elbows. "As you can see, it is going to take more than a Drow to get rid of me."
Just then, Erúvë walked up to them. Legolas noted that she was holding her right shoulder at an awkward angle and he motioned her closer. "What happened to you?" he asked.
She made a nonchalant gesture. "Nothing as serious as your injury. I was simply stabbed by that witch."
Legolas could not prevent his lips from curling into a grin. One of the reasons why he respected Erúvë so much was her ability to not play up on incidents in order to make people feel sorry for her. She was an extremely independent Elf and he liked that aspect of her personality immensely.
Aragorn motioned towards Erúvë. "How is your shoulder today?"
She smiled at him. "Mainly healed. Just a slight tug at times. You stitched it well. She indicated Legolas, who Aragorn had stripped to the waist in order to better tend the wound. "How does he fare? Is he well enough to travel?"
Aragorn smiled. "Lucky for us, that you two are Elves, so you heal much faster than a human would. I suspect that Rinsereg's sword was made of steel that was slightly toxic and that is why your injuries are taking so long to mend. But never fear – at the rate that you are going – I estimate that by the next two days, we can continue on our journey."
Legolas gingerly stood and tenderly touched the bandage that Aragorn had wrapped around his waist. It itched slightly, but he viewed that as a good sign – at least he was well on his way to healing.
He felt filthy though and he eyed the others speculatively, wondering if they would let him bathe. He posed the question to Aragorn and was admittedly a little surprised when his friend said that it would not be a problem, once Erúvë accompanied him.
Legolas protested. "Why not you?" he asked Aragorn.
"Because," Erúvë replied, "Aragorn has guard duty now – since he doesn't want me going off to scout in the woods with my injuries. So it's either me – or no bath at all." Then she winked at him. "I promise not to look."
Legolas considered his options and realized that he really had no other choice. And it was not as if he and Erúvë were exactly strangers to how each other looked. All things considered, it could be worse.........
He nodded to her and gathered up a clean tunic of dark green and a pair of dark brown leggings. Then, the two Elves made their way to the river.
Erúvë kept to her word and turned her back as soon as they arrived, giving Legolas time to strip and wade into the warm water. He took his time washing his body, unaware that Erúvë had turned back around and was watching him in case he had a relapse.
It was only when he had finished that he looked up to see her studying him.
"What?" he asked. "Have I grown an extra head?"
She laughed and shook her head. "No. It has been a long time since I last saw you unclothed, my prince. I was simply enjoying the view."
Her words triggered something inside of Legolas and he slowly waded out of the water, his eyes pinned on hers. As he reached her side, he took her gently into his arms.
"I dreamed about holding you once more after we parted," he whispered to her.
Erúvë's heart stopped and she raised a trembling hand to his cheek. "Truly?"
"Truly," he claimed as his mouth closed on hers.
The kiss was electrifying and Erúvë swore she heard the ringing of bells. Then, she realized that it was the sliding of a sword out of its scabbard.
"Unhand my sister, you bastard," a voice spoke up from behind them.
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
Hilary Duff
Chapter 10
Legolas awoke and instantly wished that he had remained asleep. His left side felt as if it was on fire and he gasped aloud. Instantly, Aragorn was by his side with a cool drink that tasted incredibly vile.
"What is that nasty concoction?" he managed to choke out.
"Medicine," his friend replied cheerfully. "And you are to drink every drop."
"I'm considering remaining sick," Legolas informed him flatly.
Aragorn laughed. "Well at least you are your old self again." He sobered. "For a few days there, we were afraid that we were losing you."
Legolas struggled to sit up as the memories of Rinsereg and the fight washed over him. "What happened? Where's Rinsereg? Is Erúvë alright?"
"Erúvë's fine. She took a bit of a beating as well, but that Drow was extraordinarily powerful. It seemed as though she had you under a spell and when Erúvë injured her, you were released." Aragorn grinned at the sour look that crossed Legolas' face. "Hey, I thought that it was hilarious."
Legolas told Aragorn succinctly exactly what to do with his sense of humour – causing the king to burst into laughter.
"What are we to do now?" Legolas asked. "Apparently the evil knows that we are on our way. None of us are safe anymore."
Aragorn pulled a face. "Don't think that I am not aware of that mellon nin," he stated. "I honestly didn't spend much time considering it though – with nursing you back from death's door and all that. I figured that I'd see whether you'd live first before I made any definite plans."
Legolas grinned and propped himself up on his elbows. "As you can see, it is going to take more than a Drow to get rid of me."
Just then, Erúvë walked up to them. Legolas noted that she was holding her right shoulder at an awkward angle and he motioned her closer. "What happened to you?" he asked.
She made a nonchalant gesture. "Nothing as serious as your injury. I was simply stabbed by that witch."
Legolas could not prevent his lips from curling into a grin. One of the reasons why he respected Erúvë so much was her ability to not play up on incidents in order to make people feel sorry for her. She was an extremely independent Elf and he liked that aspect of her personality immensely.
Aragorn motioned towards Erúvë. "How is your shoulder today?"
She smiled at him. "Mainly healed. Just a slight tug at times. You stitched it well. She indicated Legolas, who Aragorn had stripped to the waist in order to better tend the wound. "How does he fare? Is he well enough to travel?"
Aragorn smiled. "Lucky for us, that you two are Elves, so you heal much faster than a human would. I suspect that Rinsereg's sword was made of steel that was slightly toxic and that is why your injuries are taking so long to mend. But never fear – at the rate that you are going – I estimate that by the next two days, we can continue on our journey."
Legolas gingerly stood and tenderly touched the bandage that Aragorn had wrapped around his waist. It itched slightly, but he viewed that as a good sign – at least he was well on his way to healing.
He felt filthy though and he eyed the others speculatively, wondering if they would let him bathe. He posed the question to Aragorn and was admittedly a little surprised when his friend said that it would not be a problem, once Erúvë accompanied him.
Legolas protested. "Why not you?" he asked Aragorn.
"Because," Erúvë replied, "Aragorn has guard duty now – since he doesn't want me going off to scout in the woods with my injuries. So it's either me – or no bath at all." Then she winked at him. "I promise not to look."
Legolas considered his options and realized that he really had no other choice. And it was not as if he and Erúvë were exactly strangers to how each other looked. All things considered, it could be worse.........
He nodded to her and gathered up a clean tunic of dark green and a pair of dark brown leggings. Then, the two Elves made their way to the river.
Erúvë kept to her word and turned her back as soon as they arrived, giving Legolas time to strip and wade into the warm water. He took his time washing his body, unaware that Erúvë had turned back around and was watching him in case he had a relapse.
It was only when he had finished that he looked up to see her studying him.
"What?" he asked. "Have I grown an extra head?"
She laughed and shook her head. "No. It has been a long time since I last saw you unclothed, my prince. I was simply enjoying the view."
Her words triggered something inside of Legolas and he slowly waded out of the water, his eyes pinned on hers. As he reached her side, he took her gently into his arms.
"I dreamed about holding you once more after we parted," he whispered to her.
Erúvë's heart stopped and she raised a trembling hand to his cheek. "Truly?"
"Truly," he claimed as his mouth closed on hers.
The kiss was electrifying and Erúvë swore she heard the ringing of bells. Then, she realized that it was the sliding of a sword out of its scabbard.
"Unhand my sister, you bastard," a voice spoke up from behind them.