To Heal A Friend.
Summary: When Legolas gets terribly wounded in a fight, the young elf falls ill from orc poison. Can Aragorn heal him before time runs out or will he die himself?
Genre: Drama, lots of it.
Rating: T for Teen.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or its characters. Not even if I owned all the gold in Fort Knox.
Author's note: Aragorn is 16 in this story, Legolas about 24-25. So this is way before the Fellowship of the Ring.
Chapter One: Injured Elf.
"Legolas, look out." Aragorn cried out as an orc prepared to stab the elf in the back. Just in time the young elf turned around and stabbed the orc in the gut, and with a squeal of pain the orc fell to the ground.
The two companions had been traveling on a hunting trip and so far no trouble had found them, until a band of orcs had suddenly decided to attack them. Aragorn fought with an orc that fought with the ferocity of two men. This orc was well trained in swordplay, but so was Aragorn, and as soon as he got an advantage he cut off the orc's head.
Legolas was fighting two orcs at the same time. He was quickly growing tired from the fighting and on the verge of collapsing, but he knew that it would be folly to let down his guard with two orcs attacking him.
Sensing the elf was growing weak, the orcs led out a full blown attack on the young prince. Legolas, enraged and eyes flashing fought back. But soon his eyes flashed in pain as one of the orc's blade slashed into his left arm.
Trying to hold back a scream of pain, the elf continued to fight, killing one of his attackers. He stumbled a little as pain shot through his arm. This proved to be his downfall as his second attacker took his chance and stabbed him in the side.
Unable to hold a cry of pain, the elf fell to his knees. Aragorn heard his cries and ran to his friend's aide. Wasting no time he quickly killed the orc and knelt at his friend's side. The elf was gasping in quick breaths, his face pale with beads of sweat. Blood was flowing freely from both his wounds, staining the ground red.
"Oh Valar Mellon Nin, you are wounded." Legolas slowly and painfully nodded. He closed his eyes as the world violently spun around him. Laying the elf gently on the ground, the ranger checked his friend's wounds. The slash wound on the elf's left arm was deep, exposing bone, it would need stitches. But then Aragorn sighed in despair when he saw the wound in the elf's right side. It was turning a sickly color of blue and to Aragorn that mean only one thing, the wound was poisoned.
"Legolas," he said, trying to hide his worry, "the wound on your arms needs stitching. I will try to do it as quick and painless as possible." Legolas looked at his friend worriedly.
"Aragorn, there is something else you're not telling me. What is it?" Aragorn sighed, in a way he wanted to tell his friend what was wrong, and yet if he didn't it would be lying to him and he couldn't do that.
"The stab wound in your side is poisoned mellon nin." Legolas's eyes grew wide in fear. He knew what poison could do to an elf especially if they were seriously wounded as he was. The thought that he might die, sickened him. Aragorn put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"There might be some hope left, Mellon nin. I will try to drain some of the poison out of the wound. Hopefully it will work." He went over to where their horses were and to his dismay he found out that only his horse was there. Legolas's horse must have run away during the fight. Cursing their bad luck, Aragorn opened his pack on his horse and got out the herbs and medicines he would need to heal his friend.
By the time he was back beside Legolas's side, the young elf's eyes were closed and he was moaning in pain. Aragorn put a cool hand on his friend's forehead and found it burning with fever. Deciding he would deal with the wound in his side first, he whispered to the young elf, hoping that he would hear him. The elf's eyes fluttered open.
"Legolas, I'm going to open the wound in your side some more to try to drain the poison out. Do you understand me?" Legolas slowly nodded and closed his eyes, preparing himself for the pain that was to come. As quickly as possible, Aragorn took his knife and opened the wound in his friend's side. Legolas screamed in agony as his face grew pale. Blood flowed freely from the wound and some greenish liquid that Aragorn knew to be the poison. He gently used a cloth to clean away the blood from the elf's side until eventually the bleeding stopped.
As he was wrapping bandages around the elf's waist he began to panic when he felt his friend become limp in his arms. Panicking he checked his friend's pulse. It was weak but still there; the elf had passed out from the pain.
Carefully laying him back down, he took a needle and some thread and began stitching the wound on Legolas's left arm. The elf flinched a little while he was stitching and every now and then Aragorn had to give words of comfort to him. After what seemed like an eternity the wound was finally stitched up and the ranger cleaned off the remaning blood from around the wound.
Legolas shivered slightly as chills ran through his body. Aragorn lovingly took off his cloak and covered up his ailing and wounded friend with it. With much regret even though he knew he needed to, he left his friend's side long enough to gather some firewood. He gathered enough to last for the night and quickly went back to where Legolas was lying.
The sky was slowly turning into dusk when the young ranger finally got a campfire burning. Using the herbs he got from his pack he began to make a fever-reducing tea to reduce the fever raging in Legolas's body.
The elf was beginning to stir, aroused by the sweet smell of altheas. He winced as pain shot through his body. Aragorn went over to his side, putting a comforting hand on the elf's shoulder.
"Be still Mellon Nin, I am here." Carefully holding up Legolas's head, he slowly administered the fever-reducing tea, his friend took it with no problems at all. Then he took a cool cloth, and wiped the sweat of his friend's brow.
Wearily he laid his friend back down, the young elf's eyes closed in fever-ridden sleep. Every now and then the young prince would whimper, as pain washed through his body. Whispering words of comfort, Aragorn weary eyes began to droop, and before he knew what was happening, the tired and concerned healer was fast asleep.
Ohhh, so is Legolas out of the woods? Poor sick and wounded elf, he's probably thinking why these things always happen to me, Lol! Can you give me some reviews please? Gives readers cute puppy dog eyes, but no flames.
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