Aragorn stepped into the cell and walked towards Legolas. The Lord stood beside Aragorn, wielding a dagger. He took Aragorn's hands and placed them on the dagger.
" Ready! Kill him off without any hesitation. " ordered the Lord.
" No, you can't do that! " " No, stop it! " struggled Elrohir and Elladan, worried about Legolas's safety. The Lord held Aragorn's hands and aimed it any Legolas's chest. Within a split second, the powerful force that no one could resist was exerted by the Lord. Aragorn and him pushed the dagger straight into Legolas's chest. Legolas's eyes opened wide, staring at them. Blood gushed out from his mouth, signalling an internal injury. Then, Legolas breathed and smiled weakly at Aragorn, before saying, " I will never forgive you. "
Gimli and Lord Elrond mastered their powers to shrug off the orcs holding them. The orcs were at a loss momentarily and the two got free. They weren't escaping, but instead they went to Legolas. Aragorn's hands were still on the dagger which remained intact to Legolas's chest. Legolas cried partly due to the pain, but the thing that hurt him most, was that it was his best friend who ended his life in the end.
" Why must it be you Aragorn? What has gotten into you? Why do you have to do this to me and break my heart? Must you make me not forgive you till my death?" these thoughts ran through Legolas's mind as he started to fade. Tears trickled down his cheeks from his eyes. The tears flowed down his cheeks to his chin and dripped one by one, onto Aragorn's hands. Those evil hands of his, was about to cost Legolas's life. As Legolas tears fell onto Aragorn's hands, his gaze changed gradually. From the cunning orc look, to that of a good natured human. Aragorn snapped out of his orc feature, returning to his usual form. He stared hard at his hands, in disbelief. The next moment he knew, he was shoved away by Lord Elrond.
" Legolas, are you alright? Free my sons and Legolas now, I will sign the papers immediately! " demanded Lord Elrond who did not want his sons and Legolas be suffer any further.
" We should let them off. That elf can't last long anyway. Even if he doesn't die under the poisonous dagger, he would succumb to his other injuries too. Our main aim was to make use of the human to destroy the elves and rule the world! " suggested the orc leader to the Lord. The Lord thought hard, weighing the pros and cons of each decision.
" Okay, untie the elves. But they can't leave yet. " ordered the Lord, who finally made a decision after what seemed like a long time. The wait was long as all the rest could do was see Legolas getting weaker and weaker. After Legolas was untied, he fell into Lord Elrond's stable hands. Elladan and Elrohir ran to him right after they were released. Despite their own injuries, they carried Legolas to a side and laid him on the ground. Aragorn attempted to get close to Legolas, but was stopped by Gimli.
" Stop right here now! You aren't getting any closer to him! " grumbled Gimli, pushing Aragorn out of the way. Aragorn wanted to push further so as to see Legolas, but he stopped in his tracks. Aragorn blamed himself for everything, realising how evil and horrible he had been all this while. In order to achieve his aim of letting Legolas regain his memory, he had forced Legolas into a deeper trouble, and caused him more harm than good.
Legolas was still bleeding profusely. Elladan and Elrohir were busy stripping parts of their tunic and pressing them against his chest wound to stop the bleeding. Lord Elrond was trying to figure out how to pull out the dagger. Any slight jerk may hurt Legolas's major arteries or vital organs. In the first place, Lord Elrond was uncertain the exact location of the tip of the dagger and if it hurt any of his major arteries.
" Get up now! We will proceed to sign the papers. Leave him alone, he won't survive this! " mocked the Lord as he walked towards Lord Elrond. Upon hearing this, Lord Elrond flew into a rage. Although he knew the chances of Legolas surviving such an attack were low, he still held on to that glimpse of hope, wishing that Legolas would be fine. Aragorn stepped aside and hid in the dark as the Lord walked closer towards them. The Lord saw his movements and grabbed him by his shirt.
" If you want to blame someone for the elf's death, blame the human! He started everything. " explained the Lord, sensing Lord Elrond's anger building up. Aragorn was standing right in the middle of everyone else, facing Legolas directly. Legolas, aware of his presence, looked at him weakly before looking back at Elladan and Elrohir. Aragorn was overwhelmed by the sense of guilt and helplessness. He had to do something to revenge for his friend.
Without any planning, Aragorn nudged the Lord, an indication of a counter attack from Aragorn. As if on cue, Lord Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir and Gimli sprang into action, believing in Aragorn once again, giving him another chance as he was their lifelong friend. Gimli guarded Legolas, while the rest fought. The orcs rushed to the attack, while Elladan seized the chance to distract them, allowing Elrohir to run out to call for help. Help was crucial. The few of them were definitely out-numbered. No matter help came from the police or anyone from the public, as long as there were more elves, it would be wonderful.
Gimli got Legolas to sit up, as the orcs got closer and closer to them. Gimli passed Legolas a sword for him to defend himself if in need, but Legolas was so weak that he dropped the sword from his hands instantly. Gimli continued to stay close to Legolas as he fought off a few orcs. More and more elves from the public rushed over upon hearing the news. All wanted to fight the orcs and save their master, regardless whether they knew how to fight. Aragorn continued to battle the Lord. No winner emerged after a long time, but ultimately, the loser has to fall.
Legolas heard the clashing of the swords repeatedly. His eyes were closed, as he could hardly bear the pain of his injuries any further. He grabbed the fallen sword tightly from the ground and held it by his side, not dropping it this time round. Out of a sudden, he heard someone's sword fall to the ground. He forced his eyelids open and saw Aragorn on the ground, with the Lord's sword pointing at his neck. Blood trickled down the side of Aragorn's neck. Legolas couldn't see if Aragorn was fine and if he was still conscious. However, Aragorn got up immediately, regaining his balance and grabbing his sword once more. They fought closer and closer towards Legolas. Gimli was out of sight from Legolas's point of view as he was seated. Legolas noticed that Aragorn was in danger, as he was unaware that the Lord was taking outs hidden dagger. Legolas threw the sword he had in his hands at the Lord. It hit his hip, and brought him down. When the Lord was down, he didn't hesitate to pull the dagger out from Legolas's chest. Blood flowed out of the wound as though it was water flowing from a running tap. All the tunic wrapped around his chest turned to an instant deep dark red. Legolas was gasping in pain, unable to catch his breath. The pain was horrendous, as Legolas attempted to clench his chest. Aragorn screamed in horror and anger. Gimli was alerted and realised that he had left his position for too long, but it was too late. The young elf was already down, laying on the ground.
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