Sorry to keep you waiting. I know, school is such a bad thing for the modern age. But, if we didn't have school, we would just be cavemen. Actually, I might like that better than going to school. I wouldn't be stupid enough to live next to a volcano, though, like on the Fairly Oddparents. Read on!
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Once they had been dismissed from the meeting with Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, Aragorn raced to the healing halls while the rest of the Fellowship were led to a place where they could rest. Aragorn was surprised that the meeting had gone at least well, and had not gone up in flames as he had suspected.
When he got to the halls, he ran into a tall, blonde being. When he looked down at the person he had unexpectedly landed on, he quickly got up and helped the march warden up. "I'm sorry, Haldir, I just..." Haldir held up his hand, silencing the embarrassed ranger. "Peace, my friend, there is nothing to forgive. I suspect you are here to see Legolas?" Aragorn nodded eagerly, and Haldir pointed to a group of hustling healers gathered around a bed. "They are doing everything they can to heal him. I just fear that it won't be enough..."
Aragorn didn't hear anything else the Elven warrior said as he practically ran over to Legolas's bedside, shoving aside healers, who just gave him dirty looks before being brushed away by the concerned Human. Finally, his work was successful, for he finally made a gap in which he could stand and see Legolas.
Though he wished he hadn't, seeing the ever-worsening condition of his companion. Legolas's face was flushed from fever, sweat beaded his forehead, drenching his hair. His breathing was fast, his lips parted softly so that he could get air in more easily. The sight of his friend like this almost wanted to make Aragorn break down right there at Legolas's side.
He felt a sudden hand on his shoulder, and looked up to see Haldir, who was also looking at his friend, worry glazing his eyes. Then, he looked down at Aragorn, meeting the man's gaze, and smiled. "Have hope, Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Is hope not the name that Lord Elrond gave you?"
Aragorn lowered his gaze, remembering Elrond and his brothers back in Rivendell, and all the times that he and Legolas had returned home, one or the other injured, and on some occasions, both were sent immediately to the houses of healing. He smiled at the memory. Through all of those times when Legolas had pulled through a near-death experience, Aragorn had always had hope that the Elf would recover.
But when Aragorn looked back up at the Elf laid out before him, he knew that hope wasn't gone. He was by Legolas's side, and as long as Aragorn was there, hope was still alive. He looked back up at the Golden warrior, and gave him a renewed smile, this time not as fake. "Thank you, Haldir. Sometimes I forget."
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Wood Elf luver: Hope that was enough to make you happy for me not updating over the last week. Soo...maybe...Sunday...will be the day that I update again. Saturday's are my brainstorming days, if I ever did have a brain. Lol, read review, and I'll type. TTYL! :)
