🍃Legolas point of view🍃
I carry her fast but carefully to the healers. There I put her down on a bed and stroke away some hairs from her face. She is pale and breathes irregular. Someone pushes me away and the healers start to wash her wounds. After that they sew them and then bind fabric around them. I go and sit down on the end of the bed next to her feet. The dress is soaked with her blood. I can't sit still, but I can't leave her. I must be here when she wakes up, if she wakes up... No! I should think positive. She will survive! I look at her face, it's contoured in pain.
H: My lord, you should leave. She will not wake up...
L: What do you mean! She can't die!
I scream and interrupt the healer. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look back. Thranduil stands there with a comforting look in his eyes. I feel tears starting to run down my cheeks.
T: Legolas calm down and listen.
He says and turns his gaze to the healer.
H: She will not wake up in some hours, my lord, but her wounds will heal and she will soon be on her feet again.
I sigh relived and wipe away my tears. She is going to be fine, she will stay with me.
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Captured (Legolas fanfiction)
FanfictionAmarië has been traveling for a long time searching for the right place to settle down. During her journey she meets new friends and faces some dangers. But what happens when she travels through Mirkwood and gets caught in the middle of a fight bet...
