Ok, I know, I know, the last chappie wasn't very good. But, I've had a lot to work on lately, running three stories now that all still aren't finished. To let you all, I am not writing any more stories until I finish one of my first two that I started. Speaking of which, here's the next chappie!
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Elladan and Elrohir watched as their father listened to Legolas's breathing. Aragorn had run out of the room, but nobody had gone after him, because all knew that he probably needed time for himself. But, then again, they all wanted answers to what had happened.
No one spoke when Elrond stood upright again. "The arrow missed his lung, thankfully, but it's still dangerously close to his lung. We'll have to be very careful extracting it. We don't want to cause further damage." The twins nodded, sighing with relief that their friend wasn't as bad as they had thought, but tension filled the air as Elrond took the arrow in his hands. They waited for what seemed like hours, when at a very precise moment, Elrond pulled the arrow out.
The twins quickly went to get herbs and the thingst they knew their father would need to make the wound heal. Meanwhile, Elrond checked for any signs of poison, finding small traces of the black liquid in the blood that pooled on the cloth that Elrond put pressure on the wound with. Elladan and Elrohir came back, with an arm-load of supplies each, and they played rock-paper-scissors to see who would go and check on Aragorn.
Elrohir won, and as Elladan walked through the halls, he thought he could hear the sound of sobbing coming from the direction of his brother's room. He entered without knocking, already knowing that if he did knock, Aragorn would just tell him to go away. Elladan's heart broke when he saw Aragorn sitting on his bed, crying.
"Aragorn, ada(father) said that Legolas will be alright. There's no reason to cry." Elladan went to sit next to Aragorn, but Aragorn shied away. "Estel, what's wrong?" Elladan asked, using Aragorn's Elvish name, which meant hope. Aragorn looked up.
"It's all my fault. It's my fault." Elladan layed his hand on Aragorn's arm in comfort. "No, it's not. You had no way to control what happened out there. Though I know not what happened or how, I know it's not your fault."
"Elladan, it is too my fault! I argued with him, and then I got mad and went to the forest to clear my head. But then, I got attacked by Orcs, and one fired an arrow at me, and out of nowhere he just hopped in front of me. Why did he do that, El?" Elladan hugged Aragorn around the shoulders.
"Estel, he did that because you are best friends. He told you once a while ago that he would die for his family and friends. He wasn't mad at you, and he knew you really weren't mad at him. He would've taken the arrow for you even if you hadn't been fighting before. He's very stubborn and protective, you know that for sure, right?" That got a smile from Aragorn, but it quickly faded.
"So, ada said he would be fine?" he asked in a whisper, and Elladan nodded. "The arrow missed his lung, barely, but he'll live. The worst has passed, Estel." Aragorn nodded, but then stopped, "What if he's still mad at me?" Elladan smiled. "Has Legolas ever blamed you for this type of thing? Ever?"
Aragorn shook his head no, and Elladan pulled him to his feet. "Come on, let's go see how the Elfling is doing." Aragorn smiled, and they walked to the healing halls. He was glad that he had been able to talk to his brother about it, but guilt still ate at him, and he wished Legolas would wake so he could say he was sorry.
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Wood Elf luver: I hope that one was better. It was better than I originally expected. Honestly, I was lost about what I wanted this chappie to be about, but I guess it turned out OK. Read, review, and I'll type. TTYL! : )