Unbroken

First in the Unbroken Series

by aragornstwistedangel (aka KaraB)

© 2003

A Lord of the Rings Story

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: SUE ME NOT. ME IN COLLEGE. HAVE NO MONEY.

Author's Note: I have seen FotR and TTT, but I have not read the books. All that is familiar belongs to JRR Tolkien. Please forgive any discrepancies that exist as I have only started reading the trilogy and I just got into this series last week! This is my first LotR fic.

Summary: This story takes place during TTT. My friend has wanted an explanation behind Legolas' line "You're late," thus I am providing a missing scene of what that meant to my mind. LOL. Dialogue may not be perfect. I only saw Two Towers once. This is a NON SLASH story btw, just so ya know!

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"Where is Aragorn?" Legolas asked harshly.

"He has fallen."

"No." Legolas could not believe that. If Aragorn were dead, he would know. 'Estel? Where are you? Are you well?'

Aragorn fought to regain consciousness, feeling something gently nuzzling his face. 'A horse' his mind finally recognized. He pulled himself onto its back and then practically collapsed on the beast's neck.

Estel? Where are you? Are you well?

The thought effortlessly drifted across his mind, filled with concern and friendship.

'Legolas, I am well. I hope to rejoin you within an hour or two.' However, unconsciousness quickly claimed him after that thought and he trusted the horse to take him where he was going. Many hours later, he awoke, realizing that he was near Helm's deep but still a fair journey. Looking up, he did a double-take. A huge army of Uruk-hai, at least ten thousand, were marching in the direction of Helm's deep. He quickly urged his horse onward, galloping at full speed until he reached the walled fortress. His injuries were forgotten.

When he arrived, he quickly made his way inside, rushing toward the king's room, running into Legolas just outside.

"You're late."

Aragorn would have laughed were the situation not so grave.

"You look awful."

Aragorn raised an eyebrow. "I must speak with the king."

Legolas nodded. "I have sensed something wrong."

Aragorn nodded back and they both began hurrying to meet with the king.

"What is it Estel?" he asked in Elvish.

"An army of Uruk-hai. Ten thousand strong," Aragorn quietly spoke.

"So many? The forces here are not strong enough to combat that."

"Then we will all fight and die together. There are worse fates," Aragorn added. They both continued to speak in Elvish, so as not to alarm the people.

"I am glad you are well."

"As am I, Mellon, but you already knew." Aragorn referred to the somewhat empathic bond they shared.

"When it comes to friends, I prefer to see for myself."

"I understand."

The bond they shared was one forged from hardship and borne of many adventures (and on occasion mis-adventures) together. They both owed the other their lives many times over. Elven empathic bonds were very rarely made especially to the depth that they shared and had never been created between an elf and a man.

Before entering the king's hall, Aragorn turned and gripped Legolas' forearm. Legolas did the same. "Muindor."

"Muindor." Legolas said in reply.

The End (of this part)

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