Limp and Lifeless
Legolas lay on a makeshift mattress and Aragorn sat over him. The whole fellowship sat in silence. They had lost a friend today, and the possibility of losing another before they made it to Lothlorien was high.
Legolas would make a cough and blood would spill from his mouth only to be wiped away by Frodo. He too sat at the Elf's side. He still blamed himself for the Elf's current condition, even when Aragorn told him it was not.
"Will he live?" asked Frodo, his eyes not straying from the elf.
"I don't know." Replied Aragorn.
This made Frodo look at the ranger; fear flooded the deep blue depths of the hobbits eyes.
"I'm sorry Frodo, but his wound is grievous." Aragorn paused "It beyond my skill to heal."
A tear slipped down the hobbits face, followed by another.
"Mr Frodo you must eat." Said Sam as he walked up behind his friend.
"Not right now Sam." Frodo replied.
The hobbit brought his knees to his chest and rested his chin on top. Tears continued to flow from his piercing eyes. Aragorn hated seeing the young hobbit this way. When Gandalf had fallen Boromir had had to carry Frodo from Moria. Legolas had begged Aragorn to leave him; he said that he should go with Gandalf to the grave. That he was meant to die. Aragorn carried Legolas out none the less and when he made it out into the daylight, Legolas was unconscious again and completely unresponsive.
"We must leave now, we need to make it to the woods of Lothlorien by nightfall. Otherwise we will have more Orcs to deal with." Said Aragorn as he gathered Legolas, into his arms.
"Aragorn let me carry him." Said Boromir as he walked up to the ranger.
"It is fine, I can carry him."
"You carried him through Moira, he may be an elf but surely carrying him is beginning to become tedious." Said Boromir, his eyes sincere.
"Very well." Said Aragorn as he handed the elf to Boromir.
"My this elf need to eat more." Said Boromir to himself as he felt the elf's weight.
They ran to the woods. Not stopping for breath or to drink from their water skins. They had to make it to the woods.
Boromir was beginning to worry about Legolas, he could no longer feel the elf's breath against his neck.
"Aragorn we need to stop."
"Why?" asked Aragorn, as he gave Boromir a quizzical look.
"I don't think Legolas is breathing." Replied Boromir.
Aragorn ran to Boromir's side as the steward's son laid Legolas on the forest floor.
"Legolas," said Aragorn as he tried to rouse his friend.
He brought his ear to His friend's mouth… nothing.
He then placed his ear on his friend's chest… nothing.
Aragorn drew away as if he'd been burned.
Boromir looked at Aragorn with questioning eyes. Aragorn shook his head in reply and allowed a tear to fall down his cheek. The fellowship looked to him.
"Is he ok strider?" asked Sam.
"No Sam he's not." Aragorn paused "Legolas is dead."
Hahahahaha another cliffie, Sorry this chapter took so long and that it is so short. College is manic at the moment. I am gonna try and update soon. Hopefully tomorrow. Please review XD