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Note; Thanks for the reviews. Here is another update and it is told more from Legolas' point of view. This is what happens after Aragorn gets attacked by the cave troll and after they win the war. Both of them end up in bed wounded and some fun interrupts. Let's begin.
People flooded past him, friend and foe alike and for the Valar in the West, Legolas could not tell them apart. His only thoughts were to reach his fallen king. His arms ached with holding up his bow as he sped past many to reach Aragorn. Soundless cries came from his lips until his speech returned and he cried out. "Aragorn!"
He could not remember anything that happened until he reached Aragorn as the man plunged his dagger into the creature's foot. His knives were in his hands and flashing red before with a soaring scream the creature plunged to the earth. He paused a moment to help Aragorn as the man flashed him a tired and pained grin before they were both surrounded by the Dark Lord's minions.
The foul creatures hissed at them and while stabbing at Aragorn with their swords, the man took a step back while Legolas swept around to cut their throats. The man gave him a satisfying look as Legolas turned to questioning him harshly about his wounds but many foes surrounded them once more.
A hard punch on his chest made him stagger backwards and turn his attention back to the battle as he wounded and fought the remaining enemies. There seemed no end to the orcs that came but his eyes never strayed far from Aragorn's proud form. Searching for some sign of weakness perhaps within his friend's and lover's firm body but then next moment a new darkness rose within him.
In shock he stared at his arm where an angry gash now appeared. He growled as his dagger flashed out to stab the creature in the neck. There was no time for petty wounds as he saw more of the men he had fought with fall to the earth. Only years of experience kept him from a similar fate.
Spinning around he turned his head when cries rose to the sky. "The eagles! The eagles have come!" Barely keeping the relief from flooding into his face he broke out into laughter as he threw his head back. He searched for his friends and soon found Gandalf. The wizard was staring at the tall tower of Barad Dur and Legolas soon found himself immobilized as he stared at the eye on top in shock.
No longer aimed at them but searching deep within its own lands until with a fierce cry it exploded, sending shock wave after shock wave through the lands and onto its creatures. Had a moment before an orc been standing there, now the creatures fled while Legolas spun around to throw both his knives into the creatures back. He grinned ferociously as his knives found their target.
He went back to retrieve them and soon had them imbedded back in their sheaths upon his back. He went back to stand beside Gandalf as chaos erupted around them. The assembled men and able to walk rushed after the rethreading enemies, determent to hunt them down. Aragorn stood, smiling and leaning down upon his sword, slightly out of breath but his eyes sparkled as they focussed upon Legolas' bloodied form. Gimli turned as Legolas' soft footsteps approached and he huffed before he said. "Hello Lad, I see you survived."
Ignoring Gimli Legolas easily stepped around the dwarf, swaying a little before stopping inches from Aragorn as he hissed, making sure Gandalf heard him. "You should have been more careful. You could have easily been killed by that troll." He could see the man narrowed his eyes as they settled upon his own eyes. "I shall be more careful next time, Legolas. But I am fine."
It was to no avail as Gandalf stepped beside them and spoke. "I shall look Aragorn over when we are somewhere safe. But for now, Legolas, this is not the place to speak about such things. First I must find Frodo and then we can speak about this. Aragorn, lead your people to the fields of south Ithilien while I fly with the eagles to fetch Frodo. You should make it there by nightfall."
Aragorn nodded as his eyes once more settled upon Legolas' tall form before the elf walked away with a slight huff. Turning his back on Aragorn, Legolas viewed the destruction done by their fight and the dark lord's reign. There was nothing left and for a moment Legolas felt his despair reign, but they had made it, did they not? Now all that mattered was making sure Aragorn was going to be crowned king.
He frowned softly as Aragorn called everybody to him and soon they were on their way to South Ithilien while some people stayed behind to help with the wounded. The next moment somebody gave him a horse and he pulled himself upward, hissing softly.
He ignored as his head started to spin and with a determent mind urged his horse forward and behind Aragorn. The man did not speak to him as he led his riders forward.
By the time they dismounted Legolas was suffering from a headache. Where it came from, the elf did not know. He was hell bent on making sure Aragorn got the treatment he needed he probably worried himself to much, or so he thought. He reached up to stop the man as he wandered past him. "Have you forgotten about your treatment, Aragorn?" He asked, much more harshly then he intended.
The man eyed him worried as he said. "Word has reach me Frodo has been found. I will have Gandalf check me over once Frodo and Sam have been taken care for. Will you come with me to watch over our friends as we have done of old?" His eyes were fixed upon the tall elf, pale faced and sweating just a little.
"Yes, I shall not leave you out of my sight." Legolas decided. He followed Aragorn into the cluster of tents already set up for their return. His steps seemed a little uneasy but he pretended not to notice as he tried to keep up with the swift strides of Aragorn. Soon they entered a tent and Legolas gasped as he saw the two pale and small figures lying upon the bed.
Gandalf looked up as he saw them enter and while a frown came upon his face he spoke softly with Aragorn as they both turned to look at him. He was about to protest to say Aragorn was supposed to be treated until some dark spots drifted across his vision. He blinked rapidly to clear his vision as Aragorn inched closer to him and grasped his arm, saying his name wordlessly.
His eyes fixed upon the man's face as sweat broke out all over his body and his mind went back to the gash upon his arm. He wiped around to try and find something to hold onto as his vision grew darker. He knew naught when darkness finally caught up with him and he fell to the floor….
Light flittered into his eyes as he opened them and stared up at the canvas ceiling of the tent. A smiling face appeared above him and it took him a moment to recognize Aragorn. "Evening." The man greeted him cheery. He shot up to stare at Aragorn before he looked around to his surroundings.
They were both in a bed, sharing one presuming as Aragorn was dressed in a light tunic while the man still grinned at him. He looked down at his own body to see his sleeves were rolled up and a neat bandage covered his arm where the orc made the gash. He sank back down upon the bed as Aragorn curled up to him. "What happened?" He finally asked.
"Oh we are confided to this bed by Gandalf. After you collapsed Gandalf found out you were poisoned and he put me in the same room after seeing how many colours my chest has turned." The man was still cheerful. "I collapsed?" Legolas softly asked. "Yes, you do not remember? It was in the room with Frodo and Sam." The man's grin seemed to disappear.
"Then why are you so cheerful if we are confided to a bed?" The elf watched as the grin returned. "We are confided to a bed, together and we are not allowed to have any visitors." Aragorn curled up to him once again and draped an arm across his chest.
"Call me slow but I am not following you." Legolas softly countered as he stroked the man's dark head. "Us, alone in a bed?" Aragorn looked up at him, all traced of humour gone. The next moment two soft lips were pressed against his own and Legolas found his memory caught up with him. He broke the kiss to exclaim. "You are wounded!"
"No, not really. Merely bruised. It was you we were worried about." Aragorn answered softly. "Let me see." Legolas answered at once as Aragorn looked at him while shaking no. The man took a light blanket and covered the elf lovingly with it while saying. "You must rest. It is nightfall already and they shall bring supper soon and hopefully news of Frodo and Sam. Then tomorrow we must return to our duties. There is no such time for rest then, so sleep."
"Aragorn let me see." The elf tossed the blanket aside and grabbed the man around the waist as Aragorn made a move to rise off the bed. The man hissed when Legolas pulled him back to the bed. "Legolas, please, release me." Aragorn stared up at the pale face before him as the elf crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine, but it does not hurt." He stated firmly, wondering briefly if a king was supposed to act like this.
His fingers swiftly worked on the clasping of his tunic as he removed them, allowing his shirt to fall open. He heard Legolas' soft gasp as the prince's hands opened his shirt some more, allowing the elf to see the bruising clearly. The gentle hands ghosted over the blue and purple bruising as shocked blue eyes rose up to meet his own. "Oh, Estel, you cannot expect me to believe this does not hurt." The elf softly gasped in their native tongue.
"It does not." Aragorn found himself saying with more confident then he felt. "You do not have to be tough because I am here." The man took his hand and Legolas was once again reminded of countless times before he had wanted Aragorn to do this. "I am not being tough. But when you collapsed it hurt more then my own wounds did." The elf simply looked at him until they both looked up when Gandalf entered the tent, carrying a plate of food and followed closely by Merry and Pippin.
Aragorn released Legolas' hand reluctantly as the hobbits gave two quick shouts before they came upon the bed to hug Legolas who smiled at them. Gandalf came across to Aragorn's side after he set the plate down. "Is everything well, Aragorn?" The wizard asked softly as Aragorn buttoned up his shirt.
"Yes, I do not see why not. I am merely worried about Frodo and Sam." The man answered just as softly. "They will wake soon I should expect. Do not worry about such things. You should not think about such things but enjoy the time given to you. Your people are calling for you; it is time for you to come out into the open." Gandalf looked gravely at him while Legolas stood with the hobbits. "Then we should not keep them waiting for their king." The elf softly said.
When they walked out of the tent Aragorn wanted to grasp Legolas' hand within his own but as the elf turned to give him a sad smile and said softly in his own tongue. "You are the king now. You belong to the people, I am sorry Elesar. I will release you now." While his people cheered all Aragorn Elesar wanted to do was weep when his heart walked away from him.
Yes kind of a cliffy. Tell me what you wish to see, happy or sad. Next chapter is going to be the coronation and tell me if you think I should do a sequel. Next update should take a little longer because my school is starting in two weeks so I don't know when I can update. Review please.