The gates opened almost immediately in front of Aragorn, and he rushed inside, where he was met by Elladan and Elrohir. Both gasped when they saw the Prince of Mirkwood in his arms, but even more at the long, black Orc arrow that pierced his chest. Elrond followed them shortly, and gave the same reaction. Aragorn noted the fact that the twins didn't look in the least bit surprised that one of them had once again managed to come back injured. But Aragorn ignored it. He had more pressing matters at the moment, and the guilt was almost unbearable.
As they raced to the healing halls, Aragorn thought to himself, If I hadn't argued with him, he wouldn't have gotten hurt. Why did he take the arrow for me when he knew I was still upset with him?
Aragorn almost stopped in his tracks at the realization. Legolas had once told him he'd do anything for his closest friends, even die for them. That Legolas was now in his arms, an arrow stuck in his chest that should've hit Aragorn, struck him. Legolas was his friend, even though they had argued. He still did what he would've done had they not been angry at each other. But, Aragorn still felt the pang of guilt.
He took an arrow for me, even though I got mad at him. He's a true friend. But what does that make me, the person that he took the arrow for? After they reached the healing halls, he layed Legolas down on the bed that he normally occupied. The twins had, for Legolas's birthday, made a sign that said, Prince Legolas, above the bed, that's how much Legolas stayed in it.
Aragorn didn't laugh at the memory, though. The guilt was overwhelming, and as Elrond looked over the location of the arrow and listened to Legolas's breathing to see if it had pierced a lung, Aragorn felt the room sway sickeningly. He had to get out of the room, or he would end up passing out. No one expected it when he ran from the room, though no one was startled by it, knowing how close the two were. But none of them knew the real reason, and Aragorn, still running from the room, thought of telling them about how it had all happened, and he dreaded the thought.
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Wood Elf luver: *mumbles to herself* Hmm, probably not my BEST chapter. But, always got more to come. It's weird how I can get SO into a story, yet the chapters are unusually short. *Legolas walks over* Well, to me, none of your chapters are good chapters, because apparently, I get injured SO much. *I nod* You really do. You should wear a helmet and become the size of Gimli. Not saying your NOT my fave character ever, but still. *Legolas huffs.* Well, it's YOUR story, so why are YOU telling ME what to do? *I stare at him.* Oh, shuddup, you stinkin Elf. Anyway, back to the point of the story. I'll update soon. But, school starts again soon, and I know how much everybody hates it, but if you have to go, it's even worse. Hope you like this chappie, and please review, and if you already have, a big thank you to you. Also, to all of those who have been following throughout the story, thank you for reading. Next chapter will be better, I promise. TTYL! : )