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Aragorn and Gimli rushed trough the forest. They had just splashed through a small stream when suddenly Aragorn said "oh no!" in alarm. They both stopped. "What's wrong?" asked Gimli. "I forgot to wash off my sword!"

Aragorn ran back to the stream and washed his sword and sheath from the orc blood on it. "Okay," said Aragorn going back to Gimli. They both started off again to find Legolas and Éomer.

Ok well don't know if you can clean out a sheath, but I made it so Aragorn could. (Not to good with the workings of swords)

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Chapter 4

Awaken

By: Alivyan

The roaring in his ears did not diminish as he has hoped, but instead grew into a primal scream. He tried to move his body in discomfort, but his head and limbs felt like lead, weighed down by some hidden force. He struggled weakly for a while, but he couldn't move, and his frustration built. The darkness was all around him, thick as a blanket, and he struggled to breathe through the heaviness. Claustrophobia made his heart race, and sobs choked in his throat as he panicked. Stopping his struggles, he breathed deeply and tried to slow his racing heart. Tears of frustration rose with the shame of his weakness, but he pushed that away. He needed to concentrate.

Pushing all thoughts from his mind, he lay still and waited for his thoughts to settle. As this happened, he began to notice things, the first being the burning pain in his chest. It attacked him in hot tendrils that burned up and down his side and legs. Tears once again filled his eyes, and for the second time his mind was nearly overcome with panic. But he tried to push the pain aside, struggling to focus on something else as the bile burned his throat. Turning his head to the side, he retched miserably. The heaves shook his body, and the pain flared in him even worse then before. He gasped for breath, the tears snaking down his face. Oh Valar, please just let it stop!

Gradually, the heaves disappeared, and he once again lay still. His chest still pained him greatly, but he did his best to ignore it. Instead, he tried to remember where he was or what he was doing. He could feel the warm ground beneath his body, and knew that he was lying on his stomach, with a nasty wound in his chest. How he had come to be in such a state, he could not recall. He tried to connect the pieces of his broken memory, but they slipped from the grasp of his mind.

Breathing deeply, he tried once again to move his body. This time he was successful in moving his arms out from under him. With a mental laugh, he realized that that was the reason he had been unable to move them before. He had been laying on them. Gingerly stretching them from his body, he winced at the pin and needle feeling that accompanied the rushing of blood. Sighing, he felt the warm sun on his face and hands, but did not hear any birds. He thought this quite odd.

He could not hear birds, but with a start he realized that he could hear something else. It wasn't loud, but could easily be heard. It comes from the dirt! Pressing his ear hard against the ground, he could clearly hear some noise echoing through the earth. He listened to it in awe for a while. Whatever is making that noise must be some ways away, and yet I can still hear it through the ground! I believe I am beginning to understand what Aragorn so likes in being a Ranger. Frowning, he wondered what the noise could be. He thought it was probably footfalls, but it was quite loud, so the person must be pretty heavy. Also, there seemed to be many of them. Heavy beings traveling in large groups…

Orcs! Suddenly, the memories came flooding back. He remembered that he had been hunting, that many orcs had ambushed them; he had been stabbed through the chest…Legolas!

His eyes flew open. The light from the sun blinded him, and as he weakly struggled onto his hands and knees, he looked down into his shadow to allow his eyes to adjust. The pain in his side came tenfold, but the growing panic in his mind wiped out all his needs to rest and nurture his wound. Struggling onto his feet, he thrust his hands out in front of him as he swayed dangerously, and sagged against a tree, gripping it hard so that he did not fall. He pressed a hand to his angry side, and the blood flowed through his fingers. Gasping weakly, he knew he would not be able to begin his search for his companion until the wound had been tended to. Angrily, he admitted defeat, and sank to the ground, leaning against the tree.

Ripping pieces of his sleeve off, he gazed out through the trees, his worried eyes searching for any sign of his companion or the orcs that he knew had taken him. Seeing nothing from his position, he sighed and bit his lip. He would not give up hope.

I will find you Legolas. That I promise.

Yeah, I know. No Legolas. And pretty short too. But do not fear, Legolas will be in the next one, and hopefully it will not take as long to come out! Hopefully. Erm…yes.