He stumbled backwards and fell. He was vaguely aware of almost everyone in
camp calling his name. He saw blurry figures above him, and heard his name in three different languages, before everything went black. He could feel, and he could make out odd words, but he could not move or respond. He felt being gathered into someone's arms, he felt being carried, and he felt three different sized teardrops on his face. He felt them being whipped away. He felt an odd numbing sensation where the arrow hit him, and a small amount of pain when it was removed. He felt cold on his stomach and knew his shirt had been removed. He heard pleas for him to awake, in three different languages, by a few different voices. He felt his hand being held, and squeezed.
Legolas smiled at him, and went numb when he saw an arrow whizzing at him, he jumped to try and shield him, but was too late and stood there in horror as it hit him right below the heart. He saw the look of shock on Arian's face, as he fell to the ground. Legolas dropped down beside him. He didn't hear the others calling Arian, or Harry, he only saw the boy he pledged to look after like a son, falling o the ground.
"ARIAN, NOOOOO!" He yelled, and put his head in his hands, and did not move when he was carried away. After his Arrow and Shirt had been removed, he sat next to the boy. Gandalf and Sirius had healed him as best as could be, Sirius barely containing himself to do so. Legolas barley heard them say that it was up to Harry now, and that only time would tell if he lived, died, or woke up from his coma. After a while, when everyone left him, he cried. Some of his tears had fallen on him, and so he whipped them away. He stood up and left him to the next person, and ran into the forest. He picked a tree and climbed to the top, looking out at the heavens, wondering how he had gotten so attached to him in the first place.
Aragorn ran to Harry as the arrow hit him in his stomach, yelling his name. He couldn't believe it. Who had shot him? He rushed to his side, and heard the other camp members call Arian's name. He saw his best friend fall beside the boy, after he jumped to stop the arrow. He felt Sorrow, Pity, and sadness well up in his heart, two of them for Arian, one of them for himself and everyone else that had grown attached to the boy. He gathered the boy in his arms and took him to a flat rock, where he had the others make a bed for him. He waited until the shirt and arrow had been removed, and he had been healed, and looked up hopefully at Gandalf.
"Only time will tell, for now. It is up to Arian whether he lives or dies, or ever wakes up from the coma." He heard them say. He waited until his shift when Legolas left, when he sat down beside the boy and began to speak in Elvin to him, pleading his wake. He sat next to him for a while, and when his turn was over, he went into the woods. He tracked the orc down that shot him, and after about three hours, killed him.
Borimor had just finished whipping his sword, when he turned to see Harry (he was the only one of the fellowship that called him that) stumbling backwards, an arrow protruding from his right upper stomach.
"HARRY!" He yelled, and ran to the boy. He dropped down next to him, across from Legolas. Aragorn picked him up and ran to the flat rock, where he and the hobbits made a bed. He ordered Sam to apply pressure, as he pulled the arrow from his abdomen and peeled of his shirt, cleaning away the blood. He watched Gandalf and Sirius use magic to heal him, and left to think until Legolas and Aragorn left him to watch the boy he would proudly claim as his son in a hear-beat. He pleaded with him to wake up, and cried, whipping his own tears from the boy's pale face. When it was his turn to leave, he stalked away to the cliff, where he vowed to throw himself off if the boy didn't wake.
Sirius heard Legolas yelling Arian, NOOOO! And knew that Arian was what they had dubbed Harry. He turned swiftly around and ran to his Godson, just as Aragorn lifted him up. He felt helpless as they pulled out the arrow and took off his baggy shirt. He and Gandalf healed Harry as best as they could, and as soon as he was alone with the boy, he pleaded with him to wake up. One of his own ears splashed on the boy's cheek, and he whipped it away softly, taking the son of his best friend, the closest he had ever had of a son's hand in his own and prayed to every deity known to man that he would wake up. He felt a presence, and turned to see the hobbit named Sam walk up and sit next to Harry, across from him, and he flashed a smile at him, before turning and leaving them alone.
Sam saw Arian being shot, with an Arrow, and was momentarily frozen. He had, not but a while ago, said he would claim responsibility for him, even thought he was only fifteen and just as tall as them. He couldn't believe it… out of all the hobbits, they had gotten along the best, like close friends or an uncle or something. He rushed to where they laid him, and was ordered to put his hands around the wound and press down hard as it was removed. He left and stood at the side, watching people come and go, some crying, and some pleading, others just sitting there in saddened silence. He saw Sirius, the boy's godfather, and after a while, he sat down near him and Harry. He smiled at him and waited a moment, before leaving them alone. He sat there in silence, waiting for the other three hobbits to come forward, and when they did, he left also, going to sit near the fire. It was, after all, quite dark out here.
Frodo, Merry, and Pippin looked on at shock at the festivities, staying to themselves until most had come and gone, talking about Arian. After only
Sam was left, they walked up, and he excused him self, where they sat and discussed him privately. After while, the whole camp went to 'sleep' where they looked up at the cloudy night sky. Aragorn and Legolas had snuck up at the middle of the night when all had drifted to sleep, where they sat next to the boy, discussing and wondering why they had become so attached so quickly but where glad they did. Everyone in camp knew that Legolas was torn up the worst. None of them knew how or why, but it was true.
Harry heard two voices, which he recognized as Aragorn and Legolas, discussing him. As time went by, while still in a coma, things became clearer and he could decipher voices and understand what they were saying. He wanted to wake up so bad, but didn't know hoe. He tried moving, but that was completely useless, and he even tried willing his voice to work, and all he would get was silence. All he managed to do so far as make his thumb twitch slightly, but no one noticed. He figured that if he made it twitch long enough, maybe his hold hand would start working. He was now fully proud of his capability to wiggle his hand slightly. He could make his eyelids recede some, so he could make out blurry images, enough so that he could see ho was talking, but they couldn't tell. He spent the day searching for an opportunity to let them know he was alive and awake, and finally, by the end of the next day, it came.
Borimor sat down next to the boy on the of the second day, while everyone was out hunting for food, or gathering wood and water, and took Harry's hand in his own. He was about to say something, when he felt a slight pressure on his hand. Thinking he imagined it, he waited for another one, which came.