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Chapter Two: Rescue and Cursed Luck

Parting the leaves of a low tree ever so slightly, Legolas stared down the small hill to where he could easily see Aragorn and the orcs. Scooting forward slightly, Legolas gazed around the camp of orcs. He needed to know the layout if he was going to break Aragorn out of there. He winced slightly as the filthy creatures gathered around Aragorn. All he could hope for was that Aragorn would be in shape to escape, though the elf would carry the man if he had too.

Tonight...tonight there would be blood spelt, he vowed quietly to himself. And none of it had better be Aragorn's. Carefully backing up he left the area. Now he would go find a safe place to stay if Aragorn needed a place to heal. Heading off, Legolas cast one last back at the camp wished Aragorn the best of luck till he could get there.

CRIMSONSTAINS

Legolas crept silently from tree to tree, slipping from shadow to shadow. His going was slow, as he was being careful to watch the orcs and ahead and making sure there was nothing behind him. His twin blades were stained already with the black blood of the orc sentries but one could never be too carefully.

Glancing up through the trees, the elf immediately spotted the man. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Aragorn slumped against the trees, the ropes being the only thing holding him upright. Legolas inwardly checked the mad desire to run to the man's side, there was business with a certain group of orcs which he must take care of first. He would go to the man as soon he could.

Aragorn head was hanging down on his chest, he was so thirsty that all he could do was sit there and think about it. That was most certainly not helping things. Swallowing thickly, the human tried to still his pounding headache. He did not feel good to say the least. Aragorn was dwelling on his situation a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder and a second one clap itself over his mouth. The ranger froze, his heart dropping to his stomach, if the orcs purpose had been to scare him, he had succeeded.

"Aragorn, its me." A well known voice whispered in his ear, the ranger instantly deflated, his tense muscles losing up. "Are you injured?" Legolas questioned, worry heard in his voice as his hands went to work cutting through the tuff ropes.

"Do you have water?" Aragorn asked ignoring the elf question; his voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable.

"Yes, but not here. Wait till we get away." Legolas hissed urgently, before sheathing his knife.

"Legolas…I need water." the man whispered, gripping the elf's shoulder hard. He had the awful feeling that he was about to pass out and the world wavered in front of his eyes.

"Come on, we have got to get away!" Legolas begged him, pulling the unresponsive ranger to his feet and supported the wavering man. The dark night was very welcomed as they attempted to get pass the orcs, Legolas whispered encouragement to the man as he helped him into the trees and past several dead orcs. The archer had been busy; almost all the orcs had been killed, but danger lurked near orcs, as he learned mere minutes later.

They both missed the leader watching them through silted eyes in the dark trees. He knew the man had been lying about the elf but he never guessed that the elf would come to him. Snarling he slowly raised a bow, notched an arrow, and aimed.

Legolas held the slumped over man close to him, trying to get him to go faster, he could sense a coming danger and it was unnerving.

"Come on Estel, just a little bit farther…" he encouraged. A good ten feet away from camp, Aragorn stopped moving. Legolas made a face of worry but simply hosted the man over his shoulder and, to his surprise, Aragorn made no complaint. Turning so he could look into the man's face Legolas found that the ranger had passes out. Feeling his heart drop to his feet he surged up and began to run. It was not far to the cave he had fond and then he would treat Aragorn. Legolas had only gotten a few feet, though, before his ears caught the soft sound of an arrow whistling in the air, turning around to see what was happing probable saved his life.

A split second later pain erupted in his body, and he crashed against a tree. For a second, the elf swore he was going to pass out, but luckily the bright lights that clouded his vision eased, leaving only pain behind. As he pulled away his hand from his side, he never noticed fresh blood dripping from his finger tips.

Legolas knew immediately that his pain could not stop them from escaping the orcs and he pushed off from the tree, breathing raggedly to hold off the agony that was coursing up and down his right side. Glancing down he felt all the blood drain from his face as he caught sight of an arrow shaft sticking out his side, jerking his eyes away he stumbled down a small hill. He had to get Aragorn away, before anything worse happened. That worse thing happened when an orcs voice rang trough the night calling out a warning to his fellows.

Legolas jumped at the noise but just pushed his legs faster, allowing a smirk across his face, despite the pain, wondering how the orc would feel when hardly any orcs answered his call.

After a few hundred yards Legolas slowed his jerky run to a stop, he needed to stop the bleeding from his side so that the orc leader would not be able to track them that way. Sliding Aragorn to the ground he swiftly ripped two stripes from his cloak, they would have to do for a makeshift bandage.

Breathing deeply, he flicked one of his white handled knifes out and quickly sliced off the end of the arrow that was sticking out of his body. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a bleep breath and …yanked. The arrow came free with a sickening sound, blood spraying the ground. Crying out he dropped to all fours as a wave of dizziness and pain swept over him.

Biting down hard on his lip, Legolas blinked furiously trying to clear the black spots from his vision. Reaching out a white hand, Legolas grasped the bandages before swiftly wrapped it around his injury. Taking yet another deep breath, the elf used his hands to push himself up and to his feet. Swaying dangerously he hefted Aragorn up and over his shoulder

The sounds however of a perusing orc quickly got him going again though and the next half-hour was spent running as fast as he was able too, ignoring the way that his body protested and the drips of red blood falling from his side.

Slowly, the cave came into sight and it was good thing too for the pain from his wound was making Legolas sick and dizzy but nothing was going to stop this elf from given the human the aid that he was in need of. Finally, he was at the cave entrance and he ducked in.

Staggering to the back of the cave Legolas gently lowered his friend to the ground. Ripping the rest of his cloak from his neck, the elf swiftly wrapped the human in it hoping to keep him as warm was possible. Aragorn needed aid that he might not be able to give but he would do what he could, before attending to his own wound. Standing he struggled over to the packs which were on the opposite side of the cave. He stood there for a moment, to dizzy with blood lose to concentrate on what he needed to do next.

He remembered hazily that Aragorn had asked desperately for water when he had come upon him and now Legolas would fulfill that request. Falling to his knees next to the human he gently pried the ranger's mouth open and let the water drip into it, watching happily through pain as Aragorn's face gained a more peaceful look. A flash of agony suddenly caused him to give a small cry and he doubled over himself, wrapping his arm around his waist in an effort to stop the pain. However this only intensified the pain he was in. The poor elf toppled over to land on his unwounded side and cried out, unable to help himself.

Through the mind numbing pain he realized one thing; he would never be able to help Aragorn if he could not handle the pain. Ragged breathing tore at his side but through sure will power he forced himself to his knees and crawled over to the packs, after Legolas got some painkillers he would tend to be man.

However his body had diffent plans and just as he reached the shadows at the back of the cave he was overcome by the intense dizziness. The elf's eyes rolled back into his head and his body hit the ground hard, and pain was all that he knew when the world turned black.

CRIMSONSTAINS

Not too long later, Aragorn awake. The ranger lay on the cold stone floor with his eyes shut. He knew that it had all been a dream; a hallucination. Legolas had not yet rescued him, he was still in the orcs grasp...but where were the orcs? He had not heard them at all, which was very unusually because orcs were very loud creatures. Not daring to get his hopes up Aragorn pried open his heavy eyes to find a stone ceiling. Now giving hope just a chance he glanced around; maybe Legolas had really been there to rescue him.

But there was no sign of the elf, turning his head, he discovered two things. One, he had a pounding headache but most importantly there was a waters kin right next to him. Grabbing it greedily, he took several long drafts of water before having to almost physical stop himself from drinking more at the moment. If he drank too much to quickly then he would find himself in a lot worse condition than he was in right now.

Slowly easing himself up to his elbows, he glanced towards the entrance for his missing friend. Usually when he lost conscious like that, he always awoke with Legolas and or his brothers hovering over him. After a few minutes Aragorn grew bored of waiting for his elvish companion and slowly stood up. He was forced to hold onto the wall for support as the world began to shift around him, but it was not too bad so Aragorn was well for the most part.

Walking slowly towards the entrance, he lent against the wall. He began to take a metal inventory of how he was feeling. The man was very bruised, sore...and hungry. But besides that he didn't feel that bad, here Aragorn was slightly confused yesterday he had been to the point of clasping.

The only conclusion that Aragorn could come up with was that Legolas had taken care of him before the elf had went out. Bending down Aragorn picked the some berries from a bush, examine them carefully he deicide that they were safe to eat and popped them into his mouth, chewing quickly and immediately picking another handful. He would just have to wait for Legolas to come back.

Little did he know that only feet away from him the elf lay, still as death, hidden by the shadows that the cave cast. The dust and rocks around the elf were stained a deep crimson which was growing ever larger.

TBC…

Oh no, did I really just leave Legolas lying there….! :0 That poor elf, he can never get a break. Review and Legolas will get help faster! You hear that, do you really want to leave the elf just lying there like I did, you'd better review!

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ElrondofImladris: sorry if I didn't make that clear, I was just referring that the orcs were going to beat Aragorn.

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