Okay I totally don't know if any of you are even reading this anymore. I'm so sorry it's taken me so long, but I think I plan on finishing it someday . Thanks to all of you returning and new readers, I am older, wiser and wearier, but hopefully only the first two are represented in my work.
Present
Legolas awoke from the dream with a start. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but he had a massive headache, probably from his concussion and reliving his capture in his dreams hadn't helped. His shoulders ached from his hands awkward binding behind him. He wiggled them uncomfortably and was surprised when his wrists came free. He opened a tired grey eye to search for Aragorn, who was leaning against the hull of the ship with his eyes closed, but clearly not asleep.
"I'm free," he said amazedly and Aragorn opened his eye to meet his friend's and he tried to smile.
"How do you feel my friend?"
The elf touched the gash gingerly. Aragorn had tied his hair in a long plait high on his head to keep it out of the wound.
"They hit me with a frying pan," he said, a hint of annoyed amusement in his smooth voice, "How absolutely humiliating."
His long fingers felt the stitches binding the wound together, "How did you do this?" he asked Aragorn, "The Ranger Portable Sewing Basket?"
The man's pale eyes widened for a moment and then he began to laugh.
"What?" said Legolas, a small smile fighting its way through.
Aragorn stopped laughing, "I apologize. I thought you where joking. The image of the Dunadain tramping through the woods with sewing baskets…" Aragorn began laughing again.
Legolas smiled in disbelief, "Seriously, where did you get the thread?"
Aragorn sobered again, "The pirates gave it to me. The motives behind it are unclear to say the least."
The ranger's face gave an involuntary flinch and he grabbed his upper arm.
"Estel, what's wrong?" Legolas felt panic rise in his throat.
"I am well, 'tis a scratch, nothing more. Your pan wound is much more impressive," Aragorn said with a grin.
Legolas pouted, "It's not funny Ranger."
Aragorn laughed, "If anyone asked My Prince, I'll say you got it bravely in battle," He promised.
The princes fair face twisted in agony.
"Legolas?"
The elf shook his head slightly, "Nothing, Aragorn. It's the vision again."
"The one of our impending doom?"
Legolas's eyes where hurt.
The ranger sighed, "Legolas you don't have the gift of foresight, are you sure this isn't something else?"
The elf just shut his pale orbs, his brow heavy.
"What is it?"
"They come," the elf said wearily.
Before Aragorn could question this statement, the hold door opened with a loud bang and three figures emerged from the light.
Legolas shuddered in fear and the Ranger placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, "Peace Legolas. It will be fine."
"I am not sure about that dear friend, but I pray you're right."