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"Oh Legolas, young one... what have you gotten yourself into?" That was all Gandalf could make himself say as he and Elrond set to work saving the younger elf's life. What was before him was a terrible thing for anyone to see, Legolas in shambles and torn, let alone someone who had literally known the boy since he was born.
Elrond couldn't waste energy on speaking, though at the sight of the beloved silvan he did tear. Legolas's injuries were at times so bad the elven lord did wonder how strong a hold the wood elf had to Arda that he hadn't already fled it. While both Elrond and Gandalf were skilled healers, it fell to Elrond to heal Legolas's internal wounds to the best of his ability, Gandalf already having exerted himself too much to rival Elrond's prowess.
That was not something Gandalf was too concerned about, or had time to be concerned about. When the wizard had unwrapped the prince's bandages as much as he was able, he froze stiff at the abuse written on the back, torso, and arms. The back worst of all, he had to hide his wince and appear normal in front of the elven lord, who did not need to be distracted by guilt. Aragorn had done a good job with the time and resources he had, but the slashes and cuts on Legolas's back were inflamed, some torn through and bleeding.
Busy saving the prince's life, the attack on the possessed Thranduil was postponed- no matter what the cost.
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Aragorn loathingly started on his tale, pausing to collect himself at times, and Elrohir though on the edge of his seat at every turn was not impatient. The exhausted Elladan had fallen asleep quickly as Aragorn went on, partially to escape his weariness and half the tale being told. The nagging feeling of responsibility never left him. If he had pushed the troops faster, would one of his best friends now not be floundering in his hold on life? Even his dreams would not let him be, images of a blond haired elf haunted his every imagined thought.
Once Aragorn had finished, Elrohir was to the umpteenth degree more serious and solemn. "Tis a sad tale, no matter how well you weave it. And now Legolas lies here bleeding and hurt, and asking about a father who can not hear a word he says."
Even while exhausted, Aragorn always had to have the big picture, he had to hear it. Especially in this instance, when his hatred for the Elven king had grown ten fold, he had to know Legolas actually did have a father that cared. That this was just an 'instance'. "Wait, what did you just say?"
Elrohir raised an eyebrow before snapping to realization. "Oh, Estel! I'm so sorry, you don't know what's going on do you?" He smiled somewhat despite it all when Estel shook his head, fighting off the sleep both knew he needed. "Do you want me to tell it to you and Elladan when you awaken?"
Aragorn shook his head a little more defiantly, sitting up straighter and opening his eyes wider to give the appearance of wakefulness. "No, please, I want to know." I have to know, he muttered in his mind.
"Well then," Elrohir said, "I better fill you in." He repoured some of the water from dinner. "This is just what I've been told up to the point I woke up. When you all left, Adar sent a message to Mithrandir, sensing something was wrong. Mithrandir showed up, and both of them addressed the problem- it seems Thranduil's mind is overthrown, and it has been for a long time." The shock and confusion was written plainly all over Aragorn, and Elrohir allowed him a chance to comprehend, but not to speak. "Since then, all of us- Adar, Mithrandir and I, have been working to learn techniques to force the person to leave go control of King Thranduil. And then, here you are." The discussion seemed so... simple, easy- not like the few worrying months they had spent.
Now the man was truly speechless. What could he possibly say? What could explain his emotions over this? Nothing could- the horror of someone controlling an elf, the worry for Legolas- it was just too much. Now they were raging war against something they couldn't see, with Mithrandir to lead them? It all seemed like a story, a page in a haplessly thrown book laying on the floor of the Rivendell library before Celboril swooped in and upon it. "And what... what will happen now?" Aragorn whispered in a lost sense.
"Now? We wait for Legolas to recover. Our planned attack on Thranduil was eminent, but your arrival changed that plan to us, you will be a great boon to us- even if just by power of the heart and soul. Now Estel, get some sleep. Your battle is over, and tonight you are safe." Elrohir aided Aragorn to stand and go to the biggest bed, and the ranger nearly collapsed into the bed, not even complaining when his older brother pulled the blankets up to cover his chest and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"Good night, Estel."
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Aragorn was inadvertently awakened by his father, who had wandered into the room a bit before dawn when Gandalf had promised to watch Legolas. The man began to sit up and saw Rivendell's Lord half falling off the bed, for fear of colliding into one of his sons. Silently slipping out of bed, Aragorn was sure not to wake his exhausted father while he gently pushed the elf farther onto the bed, into the place he had previously occupied.
Now awake and without a place to sleep, Aragorn's first thoughts turned to Legolas. He quietly left this room for the adjacent one, where Gandalf sat in a chair pulled to the table where Legolas had hurriedly been dumped hours ago. Now there were blankets under him and pillows enough either under him or in a pile at the ready beside him (just in case) to pamper an entire castle. The wizard who watched the young archer looked deeply concerned and guilt ridden, and did not even turn as Aragorn approached him.
"Gandalf... will Legolas be alright?" Aragorn's voice was soft and wrought with worry, afraid of the wizard's response.
Gandalf gave a small half-grin at the ranger's query. The human and the elf were such good friends; it was almost amusing to see each other worry about each other all the time. "Yes dear boy, Legolas will be fine. With some rest and many restraints to keep him in bed, he'll be fine. Though you have to wonder if we should allow him up. For with you in the vicinity, he will surely fall out a high window and sustain quite the injury. Not that I'm saying you're a bad luck charm, but..."
Aragorn attempted to feign consternation at the wizard' words, but soon found himself chuckling, despite himself and these last weeks. "Yes, I suppose I am a bad luck charm for him. Well- at least he has fun, right?" Most of their adventures were quite fun indeed, the only problem with them was they usually ended up like this, one of them hurt, and one terribly worried. It happened more than Aragorn would like to admit. He closed his mind against those memories and took Legolas's hand in his. The elf was covered in bandages, especially around his chest and back. The worst demon, the hidden internal bleeding, seemed to be countered as well- or he knew Gandalf wouldn't be in such a relaxed state or Lord Elrond asleep.
"Well this has been fun so far, let's just see if we can make it through- eh?" Gandalf gave his vote of optimism, and as always it was welcomed.
REVIEWS: -hands all Dr. Peppers, Vodka, and some other highly anticipated drinks ~_^-
LegolasLover2004: It is not horrible! And this story is terrible! Myabe it was opposite day when you wrote the review 0.o;;;
Deadly Chakram: Why if it isn't one of my most loyalist authory reviewers ^_^ LOL. TY! ^_^ UPDATE! heh
SadieSil: Don't worry about rushign me, everyone does- really I like the encouragement and little nudges you people give me. If it weren't for some of you, none of this would get done! But... thanks for the compliment- though I think you're... a little confused ^_^ Go read some C&S, lol
LalaithoftheBruinen: Well last chapter was a crappy chapter, and this week was a crappy chapter- and the next is probably nto lookign better -_- Oh well. At least I dont have to worry about the bar being too high ^_^;;;
inu lover: Dude, yah- I love it when LotR wins stuff. Just today I got my Nintendo Power (I'm a dork like that... Go Skies of Arcadia! lol) and saw the video games won some of the awards, and was like whoooo! lol
squishyJH: LOL, you're talking to someone who knows- lol. Lets just say I have... multiple... Legolas posters, standups, ceilings... -cough- nm.
DasBlume: I am a girl ^_^;;; Just a girl who likes to destroy people who she hates ^_^ -innocent smile- Earl... ugh. Hatred. Hatred and Anger. Nearly killed him again. Stupid #$*%^**%... *^**$@@^$@!!...
Kourin Lucrece: LOL, sorry for making you think! Really, stop me- it's bad XD. TY.
YAY ^_^
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"Oh Legolas, young one... what have you gotten yourself into?" That was all Gandalf could make himself say as he and Elrond set to work saving the younger elf's life. What was before him was a terrible thing for anyone to see, Legolas in shambles and torn, let alone someone who had literally known the boy since he was born.
Elrond couldn't waste energy on speaking, though at the sight of the beloved silvan he did tear. Legolas's injuries were at times so bad the elven lord did wonder how strong a hold the wood elf had to Arda that he hadn't already fled it. While both Elrond and Gandalf were skilled healers, it fell to Elrond to heal Legolas's internal wounds to the best of his ability, Gandalf already having exerted himself too much to rival Elrond's prowess.
That was not something Gandalf was too concerned about, or had time to be concerned about. When the wizard had unwrapped the prince's bandages as much as he was able, he froze stiff at the abuse written on the back, torso, and arms. The back worst of all, he had to hide his wince and appear normal in front of the elven lord, who did not need to be distracted by guilt. Aragorn had done a good job with the time and resources he had, but the slashes and cuts on Legolas's back were inflamed, some torn through and bleeding.
Busy saving the prince's life, the attack on the possessed Thranduil was postponed- no matter what the cost.
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Aragorn loathingly started on his tale, pausing to collect himself at times, and Elrohir though on the edge of his seat at every turn was not impatient. The exhausted Elladan had fallen asleep quickly as Aragorn went on, partially to escape his weariness and half the tale being told. The nagging feeling of responsibility never left him. If he had pushed the troops faster, would one of his best friends now not be floundering in his hold on life? Even his dreams would not let him be, images of a blond haired elf haunted his every imagined thought.
Once Aragorn had finished, Elrohir was to the umpteenth degree more serious and solemn. "Tis a sad tale, no matter how well you weave it. And now Legolas lies here bleeding and hurt, and asking about a father who can not hear a word he says."
Even while exhausted, Aragorn always had to have the big picture, he had to hear it. Especially in this instance, when his hatred for the Elven king had grown ten fold, he had to know Legolas actually did have a father that cared. That this was just an 'instance'. "Wait, what did you just say?"
Elrohir raised an eyebrow before snapping to realization. "Oh, Estel! I'm so sorry, you don't know what's going on do you?" He smiled somewhat despite it all when Estel shook his head, fighting off the sleep both knew he needed. "Do you want me to tell it to you and Elladan when you awaken?"
Aragorn shook his head a little more defiantly, sitting up straighter and opening his eyes wider to give the appearance of wakefulness. "No, please, I want to know." I have to know, he muttered in his mind.
"Well then," Elrohir said, "I better fill you in." He repoured some of the water from dinner. "This is just what I've been told up to the point I woke up. When you all left, Adar sent a message to Mithrandir, sensing something was wrong. Mithrandir showed up, and both of them addressed the problem- it seems Thranduil's mind is overthrown, and it has been for a long time." The shock and confusion was written plainly all over Aragorn, and Elrohir allowed him a chance to comprehend, but not to speak. "Since then, all of us- Adar, Mithrandir and I, have been working to learn techniques to force the person to leave go control of King Thranduil. And then, here you are." The discussion seemed so... simple, easy- not like the few worrying months they had spent.
Now the man was truly speechless. What could he possibly say? What could explain his emotions over this? Nothing could- the horror of someone controlling an elf, the worry for Legolas- it was just too much. Now they were raging war against something they couldn't see, with Mithrandir to lead them? It all seemed like a story, a page in a haplessly thrown book laying on the floor of the Rivendell library before Celboril swooped in and upon it. "And what... what will happen now?" Aragorn whispered in a lost sense.
"Now? We wait for Legolas to recover. Our planned attack on Thranduil was eminent, but your arrival changed that plan to us, you will be a great boon to us- even if just by power of the heart and soul. Now Estel, get some sleep. Your battle is over, and tonight you are safe." Elrohir aided Aragorn to stand and go to the biggest bed, and the ranger nearly collapsed into the bed, not even complaining when his older brother pulled the blankets up to cover his chest and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"Good night, Estel."
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Aragorn was inadvertently awakened by his father, who had wandered into the room a bit before dawn when Gandalf had promised to watch Legolas. The man began to sit up and saw Rivendell's Lord half falling off the bed, for fear of colliding into one of his sons. Silently slipping out of bed, Aragorn was sure not to wake his exhausted father while he gently pushed the elf farther onto the bed, into the place he had previously occupied.
Now awake and without a place to sleep, Aragorn's first thoughts turned to Legolas. He quietly left this room for the adjacent one, where Gandalf sat in a chair pulled to the table where Legolas had hurriedly been dumped hours ago. Now there were blankets under him and pillows enough either under him or in a pile at the ready beside him (just in case) to pamper an entire castle. The wizard who watched the young archer looked deeply concerned and guilt ridden, and did not even turn as Aragorn approached him.
"Gandalf... will Legolas be alright?" Aragorn's voice was soft and wrought with worry, afraid of the wizard's response.
Gandalf gave a small half-grin at the ranger's query. The human and the elf were such good friends; it was almost amusing to see each other worry about each other all the time. "Yes dear boy, Legolas will be fine. With some rest and many restraints to keep him in bed, he'll be fine. Though you have to wonder if we should allow him up. For with you in the vicinity, he will surely fall out a high window and sustain quite the injury. Not that I'm saying you're a bad luck charm, but..."
Aragorn attempted to feign consternation at the wizard' words, but soon found himself chuckling, despite himself and these last weeks. "Yes, I suppose I am a bad luck charm for him. Well- at least he has fun, right?" Most of their adventures were quite fun indeed, the only problem with them was they usually ended up like this, one of them hurt, and one terribly worried. It happened more than Aragorn would like to admit. He closed his mind against those memories and took Legolas's hand in his. The elf was covered in bandages, especially around his chest and back. The worst demon, the hidden internal bleeding, seemed to be countered as well- or he knew Gandalf wouldn't be in such a relaxed state or Lord Elrond asleep.
"Well this has been fun so far, let's just see if we can make it through- eh?" Gandalf gave his vote of optimism, and as always it was welcomed.
REVIEWS: -hands all Dr. Peppers, Vodka, and some other highly anticipated drinks ~_^-
LegolasLover2004: It is not horrible! And this story is terrible! Myabe it was opposite day when you wrote the review 0.o;;;
Deadly Chakram: Why if it isn't one of my most loyalist authory reviewers ^_^ LOL. TY! ^_^ UPDATE! heh
SadieSil: Don't worry about rushign me, everyone does- really I like the encouragement and little nudges you people give me. If it weren't for some of you, none of this would get done! But... thanks for the compliment- though I think you're... a little confused ^_^ Go read some C&S, lol
LalaithoftheBruinen: Well last chapter was a crappy chapter, and this week was a crappy chapter- and the next is probably nto lookign better -_- Oh well. At least I dont have to worry about the bar being too high ^_^;;;
inu lover: Dude, yah- I love it when LotR wins stuff. Just today I got my Nintendo Power (I'm a dork like that... Go Skies of Arcadia! lol) and saw the video games won some of the awards, and was like whoooo! lol
squishyJH: LOL, you're talking to someone who knows- lol. Lets just say I have... multiple... Legolas posters, standups, ceilings... -cough- nm.
DasBlume: I am a girl ^_^;;; Just a girl who likes to destroy people who she hates ^_^ -innocent smile- Earl... ugh. Hatred. Hatred and Anger. Nearly killed him again. Stupid #$*%^**%... *^**$@@^$@!!...
Kourin Lucrece: LOL, sorry for making you think! Really, stop me- it's bad XD. TY.
YAY ^_^