Aragorn, safe in the mine, nervously watched as Legolas ran. He instinctively reached out a hand towards his friend, but when the Elf jumped he had to throw himself back to give his friend room. The door closed behind the Mirkwood Prince so hard the the cave shook and the roof came crashing down. Aragorn immediately turned to shelter the Hobbits, but found that they weren't within his reach. The shaking of their shelter caused him stumble and fall to his knees, eh we n it stopped, a sudden light glowed from Gandalf's staff. "Is everyone alright?!" He exclaimed. Aragorn stood turning to what had been the entrance. "Legolas!" He exclaimed, seeing the amount of that had fallen.
He got no answer and rushed over to the pile of rock, Boromir and Gimli doing the same. "Legolas!" Aragorn called again panicked. "Can you hear me?" They still received no reply, and started grabbing rocks and throwing them aside, quickly uncovering the unmoving Elf.
Aragorn quickly felt his friend's neck for a pulse, sighing a relief when he found one. "Legolas! Are you awake? What are your injures?" Gandalf, with the frightened hobbits behind him, moved closer with his staff, aiming the light towards the injured member of their party. "I am fine," the Elf suddenly said, Boromir gave Aragorn an incredulous look and Aragorn shook his head, slightly amused at the ridiculous answer. Gimli huffed loudly. "Have you taken leave of your senses, Elf?! Fine, indeed! Aragorn, he obviously has a head injury, to speak such nonsense!"
Legolas shifted his body but Aragorn held him down. "No, my friend do not move until I deem it safe. Does your back or neck pain you? Legolas hesitated. "Of course," he replied, thinking that a dim-witted question. Aragorn realized his mistake. "Let me rephrase. Can you feel your love legs? Are numb anywhere?" Legolas assessed himself. "I have not lost any feeling." Aragorn was relieved at that, and he gently felt his friend's limbs, checking for broken bones. He found many scratches and cuts but no deep wounds, to his relief. "Can you sit up?" Legolas shifted again, slowly, they noticed. Aragorn slid his hands under the Elf's arms, to help him, but Legolas gasped and halted his movements.
"What is it?" the human asked, worriedly. "My ribs," said the Elf, a little breathlessly. "And left shoulder." Aragorn gently turned Legolas over instead of sitting him up, and carefully felt each rib. Legolas tried to keep his expression stoic, with everyone watching, but it was impossible. His entire body felt like one big bruise, and he was unable to hold in a gasp when Aragorn encountered a cracked rib. Pippin, young and sympathetic, crept closer and gently patted the Elf's arm, in comfort.
"Three of your ribs are cracked," said Aragorn, with a sign. "Boromir, help me sit him up, carefully. The other human complied, and Legolas closed his eyes from the pain. When he made it upright, his senses suddenly swam. Aragorn grabbed the Elf when his body swayed. "Legolas look at me," he said. The Elf's eyes were squeezed shut, and it took him a few seconds before he obeyed. "Gandalf..." Said Aragorn. Gandalf knew what the human wanted, and lowered his glowing staff to the Elf's face. Legolas squinted at the glare, but Aragorn gently took the Elf's chin and looked into his eyes. His pupils weren't markedly dilated, but when Aragorn felt the back of Legolas' head, he found a very large lump.
"Does your stomach feel sick?" He asked. "No," Legolas said, eyes closed again. Aragorn watched his friend. "Is that the truth?" Legolas re-opened his eyes, looking slightly offended at the question. "Yes." "Good," said Aragorn, seeing that he wasn't lying. "If you have a concussion, it is minor." Legolas said nothing, but he tried to shift his position, unsuccessfully.
Aragorn saw the Elf holding his left arm against his body, and he gently reached out to touch his shoulder. He found what he'd suspected, and couldn't stop an inward sigh. "Your shoulder is dislocated." Legolas echoed the sigh. The last thing he wanted was for the dwarf to hear him scream.
"Gandalf?" Said Aragorn. "Yes?" Aragorn gestured his head towards the hobbits. "Hum?" Said Gandalf, before realizing what the human was trying to say. "Oh! Come along, my young friends," he said, handing the staff to Gimli, who looked at it as if he didn't know what to do with it. "Where are we going?" Asked Pippin. Sam seemed to realize what was going on... Aragorn obviously didn't want them to witness what happened next with Legolas. As Gandalf occupied the hobbits in a far-off corner, Aragorn continued to examine the Elf's shoulder. Legolas couldn't avoid wincing, and he was glad that the hobbits weren't there to see.
Gimli held onto Gandalf's staff, which was twice his own height. It suddenly swayed and nearly left his grasp, but he grabbed hold of it tightly, realizing that it had nearly fallen onto the Elf's already injured head. He looked at the others, relieved to see that they were too focused on Legolas to have noticed. "Hold him tightly," said Aragorn told Boromir. The man of Gondor obeyed, hoping that he wasn't hurting the Elf as Aragorn suddenly pushed the shoulder back into place. Legolas tried valiantly to hold in his reaction, but he couldn't stop a cry of pain. The hobbits were startled and turned around, staring at the Elf nervously.
"He's alright," said Gandalf, trying to keep their attention. "Aragorn knows what he's doing." Legolas panted from the pain that shot through his shoulder and into his chest. He felt dizzy again and slumped backwards, leaning against Boromir. Aragorn removed the pack of healing supplies from over over his shoulder and dug through it, taking out a roll of bandages. He reached over to open the Elf's tunic and removed it with Boromir's help.
Hey guys I'm stopping this chapter here as it's longer an the other two but I hope that you have enjoyed it so far, Chapter 4 will up in no time. Please comment ? ﾟﾙﾏ?