Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Another day in hell

I'm not going to keep you waiting, because I'm nice like that !

Frantically searching through Helm's chaos, the three companions were very soon joined by families and soldiers, all of them looking for fellow survivors. There was little hope in Aragorn's heart, but it wasn't the first time that the odds seemed desperate. If Merry and Pippin had survived, so could Frances ... but how? How could the young lady be alive if she wasn't there to prove it?

Scattered across the chaos, his companions hovered over the battle field, looking for her familiar reddish braid. A quick peek at Legolas told him everything there was to know. The elf had lost the spring in his step as well as the ability to form coherent sentences. Of the three of them, he was the one whose guilt felt heavier. After the explosion, he had been the only left standing. The only one who could have protected her. Or so he thought.

Aragorn sighed. When he had realised her absence in the fort, all sorts of scenarios had assaulted his mind. Maybe Frances had made it to the caves, or hidden in the valley upwards? Frances was light-footed and swift; he had no doubt she could have covered a few miles in the short span from night to dawn.

But now that the battle was won and the women had returned, the young lady was nowhere to be seen. And so, Gimli, Legolas and himself had joined the Rohirrim in search of survivors. The ground was the impersonation of destruction, people torn apart all over the place, their lives shattered in a single blow, their dreams broken in the blink of an eye. It was devastating to see all those good men slaughtered by monsters, the reason of their struggle resting in the greed of only one man.

Some of them were far too young... a quarter of his age. Those pierced his heart, but there was nothing he could do for them.

Aragorn remembered something Frances had said about her world. Countless wars had happened, and the balance of power was still precarious. He had trouble fathoming how could men lay such destruction over their own counterparts while here they struggled against monsters for the survival of the race. Frances admired middle earth for the courage of its people.

Here, humans could put aside their differences to fight against annihilation. She held hope for this world, and in a moment where Estel himself had felt desperate she had been there to lift him up to his feet. So now, the future king of Gondor felt indebted. He would search until the sun had set again, until they found her.

In a daze of pain, Frances eventually surfaced. She could not move her limbs, and for a moment the young woman felt no numb that she didn't acknowledge it. However, once her mind registered that she was probably injured, her rationality pushed her to take long breaths. The first attempt failed, and she tried again. As the second one did not have more success than the previous one. Unable to move, her aching muscles tried to lift her body up, but she couldn't manage a single movement.

A heavy weight was pinning her to the ground, its horrid smell permeating the foul air. Coughing in the attempt to get rid of the terrible vapours of death, the young woman started to panic. She could hear some voices, but everything was hazy. Her throat was so sore that she could not imagine screaming for help. Taking a few seconds to regain her bearing, Frances decided to get rid of the foul brick wall that sitting on her chest.

She tried to push the orc corpse out of her but it would not budge. Frances panted, her lungs constricted; she did not have much time before she passed out again. Her rising panic increased her need for oxygen and the effort she was putting on her muscles to untangle herself from the heavy burden did little to help. Gathering everything she had left, she managed to get the body aside with a groan. The tremendous weight shifted slightly to rest on her lower body. But instead of relief, a sharp pain shot up her leg. She cried out, black dots filling her vision and she clung to the waves of consciousness.