Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Genre: Drama
Rating: T for Teen just to be safe.
Chapter Three: Shelter from the Storm
Aragorn rode as quickly as possible towards Rivendell, he had a reason to, and that was to get his wounded friend to healing as fast as possible. Legolas had been coughing up blood and now he was pale and his breaths were coming in weak and raspy. At one time Aragorn had thought he had lost his friend, but then realized that he had only passed out from the pain.
The ranger himself was becoming tired, he had been riding non stop all day, vowing that he would not stop until he had made it safely home to Rivendell where his father and twin brothers where waiting.
I can just imagine the looks on their faces when I come through those gates, thought Aragorn, "Brother can you and Legolas ever come home without one of you being sick or injured?" A tired smile came across his face, yes he could not remember a time when they did come home not injured.
Legolas stirred a little in his arms, and Aragorn positioned himself in the saddle to make it more comfortable for the wounded elf. "Be at peace, Mellon nin," he whispered comfortingly to Legolas, who was beginning to whimper in pain again, "we are almost home." And yet it seems so far away, he thought.
His thoughts were broken when a drop of moisture fell on his face, looking up to the sky he saw that it was becoming grey and stormy looking. This is not good, thought Aragorn, I hate to stop but if the weather becomes really bad for Legolas's sake I would have to find shelter. He hoped that the storm was not going to be as serious as it looked, for he didn't want to wait any longer than he had to.
As if the sky read his thoughts, the wind picked up and the heavens sent down a torrent of rain. Riding as quickly as possible, Aragorn searched for shelter hoping to find one quickly.
After awhile he eventually found a cave, but to his dismay it was only big enough for one person. Knowing full well that Legolas needed more shelter than he did at the time, Aragorn dismounted from his horse and gently laid Legolas inside the cave. Legolas moaned as he become aware that he was in different surroundings. Aragorn put a comforting hand on the elf's shoulder and after many words of comfort he finally calmed down.
Worried that he couldn't make a fire because of the rain, Aragorn decided to use a cool cloth to try to bring down the elf's fever. The rain was drenching him but he was not worried about it, all he cared about was trying to heal his friend and to care for his wounds.
Aragorn was shocked when he heard Legolas whispering his name. He leaned closer to better understand him, "Aragorn what are you doing?" gasped the elf, "You should be getting yourself to shelter, don't worry about me." Aragorn looked dismayed at his friend, how could he think of such a thing?
"No Mellon Nin, you are wounded and ill, you need healing. I can not leave you."
"But Aragorn you yourself will become ill if you don't find shelter soon. What good would it be for me if you become ill too?" Aragorn's shoulder sagged in defeat.
"Mellon Nin, there is no other shelter. This is the only shelter I could find."
"Then leave me and go find shelter, I can't let you get sick too."
"No Legolas, I will not leave you." Legolas gave Aragorn an angry look.
"You are being a typical stubborn human, you know that don't you?"
"Oh and you are not being like a typical stubborn elf?"
"At least I'm not in the pouring down rain trying to catch a death of cold." Aragorn sighed; arguing was not going to get them anywhere. Seeing the hurt look on his friend's face the elf quickly apologized.
"I'm sorry Melon Nin; I know that you are only trying to do what's best for me. Please forgive me."
"I forgive you Mellon Nin, but please can you cooperate long enough for me to try to heal you?" Legolas weakly nodded and closed his eyes, letting sleep take over his body.
The young ranger continued to put a cool cloth on his friend's forehead, praying that his fever would go down. The rain continued to pour down and the wind buffeted the healer's body. Trying to ignore the chills that were threatening his body, Aragorn tended to Legolas's wounds.
The wound on Legolas's arm was all right, there was no sign of infection. But the stab wound in his side was still red from infection and hot to the touch. Aragorn gently wiped off the dried blood from the wound and wrapped clean bandages around the wound.
In delirium Legolas began calling out different names, crying out in fear as he was lost in feverish dreams. With tears in eyes, Aragorn continued to administer the cool cloth to the elf's fevered brow, hoping that the elf would calm down and fall into a healing sleep. But to the healers' dismay the elf continued to cry out, not knowing that he was not alone, that someone was there and caring for him.
And so it was that Aragorn continued to try to heal Legolas, well into the night, unaware that he himself would soon need healing, more so than the wounded and feverish elf that he was caring for.
Oh, oh, evil cliffy. I told you someone was going to be in trouble by the end of this chapter. Please review; if you do I'll give you a cookie. Anybody like chocolate chip?
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