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The increasingly clear trail of blood told Aragorn that Legolas had been staggering, then crawling, and was now in desperate need for help.
"How much stupider could this elf be?" Aragorn grunted as he continued down the path with Gimli.
But suddenly they stopped. An entangled mess of golden hair showed where Legolas lay, on his stomach. They approached cautiously. His face was far too pale and they feared the worst.
Gimli stepped on a branch and Legolas stirred at that crack. He had sensed their presence but the pain-induced weakness was too overwhelming. "Oh… it is you," he mumbled.