Legolas
After the battle:
Legolas rotated his shoulders. Feeling the exhaustion from the battle beginning to press down on him. But there was someone else that needed his attention first. Judging from the fumbling way Aragorn was trying to undo Breggo's saddle, he was finally allowing himself to feel the pain of both the battle and the cliff. Exchanging glances with Gimli and Gandalf, he moved his chin in the human's direction.
Aragorn managed to undo the saddle, and as it dropped to the ground, a cry escaped his lips that he didn't manage to completely muffle. That did it for the elf. Crossing the room in a couple of steps, he slid a gentle arm around his friend's waist. "Now you WILL let me see to your wounds, Aragorn." It wasn't a question. "I'm holding you to your promise!"
At the man's puzzled expression, he gave him a squeeze and laughed softly. "Every time I've asked to tend to you, you've put me off with a 'later Legolas' did you think I would let you break your word?"
Aragorn had the strength to roll his eyes, but apparently, he was too exhausted to protest because he simply nodded. Gandalf chose that moment to approach.
Aragorn.
He heard the wizard's voice in his ear. "I'll care for Breggo, Aragorn. Legolas, I know you'll make sure he rests."
The elf must have nodded because the arm that held him tightened, and he was tugged toward the door. He didn't bother to resist. Gratitude for his friend filled him as he was led through the passage. Exhaustion blurred his vision, and his legs nearly gave out.
He leaned more heavily on Legolas, who quickly steered him into an empty, darkroom. Aragorn felt panic begin to fill him as he flashed back to the battle and the darkness that had pressed in on him. And as often happened after a harrowing time, memories of past wars or childhood fears followed. He felt his breathing quicken as the dark wrapped around his shoulders.
Legolas
Sensing his friend's panic, Legolas began rubbing his back gently as he steered him forward. He pitched his voice low in a gentle Elvish litany. "Calm, Estel! I'm here. You have nothing to fear!"
He was rewarded with his friend relaxing against him.
"Let's get you out of this mail shirt so you can sleep in comfort."
One good thing about their earlier argument, he had found the ideal spot to bring his friend. It was dark and quiet, and there was a large pallet in the corner.
First, he took off his weapons and dropped them on the floor. Then he tugged at his friend's mail shirt. "Can you lift your arms?" The man's cry as he tried to obey the command let the elf know just how badly his arm was hurt. As gently as he could, Legolas finished undressing his friend. Easing the man onto the pallet, he stroked his brow. All this time, he had hardly stopped his comforting stream of Elvish.
Within a few moments, the human's eyes had drifted closed, and he relaxed in sleep.
Before he could leave in search of medical supplies, Gimli walked into the room with his arms full of various ointments and bandages. He silently set them down on the floor and said in a gruff whisper, "He'll be alright?"
Legolas only nodded. Gimli returned the nod and quietly left. Legolas removed the last of his friend's clothes and couldn't hold back a gasp at the bruised body before him. After tenderly sponging off his friend's body, he generously spread salve and bandaged the deepest cuts before turning to his arm. It sported a colorful bruise and a deep cut. No wonder Aragorn had cried out when his arm was jostled. After carefully cleaning it and applying a dressing and bandage, he covered his friend with a blanket.
Laying down with his head near his friend's, he curled up on his side, facing his friend. Letting his eyes drift closed, he succumbed to exhaustion.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he heard a pitiful cry. Aragorn was jerking in his sleep, whimpering and crying. Legolas instantly recognized the signs of the nightmares that had plagued the human since he was a child. Sitting up quickly, the elf reached out to touch his friend. As soon as his fingers closed around the human's, Aragorn jerked away with another cry. "Hush, Estel!" The elvish litany started again, "You aren't alone. You're dreaming. I'm here, and you're safe." A few moments later, he again reached out and touched his friend's forehead, and this time Aragorn let him. He continued his gentle stroking. A few moments later, his eyes fluttered open, and his unfocused blue orbs found his friend's. Legolas continued to croon comforting words as the Dúnadan reached out a shaking hand, intertwining his fingers with the elf's. Placing a gentle kiss on the man's brow, Legolas shifted and lifted Aragorn's head into his lap. "Go back to sleep, Estel! I'm right here."
The man's breathing slowed as he eased back into sleep. Legolas gave a relieved sigh and leaned back against the wall. Grateful that his gentle touch had been able to soothe his friend.
OK. I know this chapter has more Legolas PV, but Aragorn was out of it. So what else am I supposed to do?