To be a Mortal in Love {Legolas X Aragon}

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Gandalf stood in the centre of the bridge and began chanting an incarnation. "You cannot pass." He shouted, and the beast arose from the flame. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow!" 

The monster stepped forward once more and swiped at the wizard with a long talon, but the magic persisted. White light danced around the wizard, protecting him and knocking the beast back. With a final smash of his staff, he yelled.

"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" 

The bridge below crumbled, and the creature fell back into the darkness. Gandalf's shoulders sagged, exhaustion coming back to his old bones, taking place of where he was filled with power just seconds ago, and he turned to walk to safety.

There was a mighty roar, the last groan of such a beast.

The fellowship relaxed. Somehow they'd all got through this, but then, just as Gandalf began to smile, a flaming lasso wrapped around the Wizard's ankle - dragging him towards his death.

He held on to the edge, looking directly at them and muttered his final words:

"Fly, you fools."

Frodo's shout of horror brought the realisation of what has just happened; yes, the beast was dead - but so was Gandalf.

Boromir grabbed onto the young Hobbit before he too ran headfirst into certain death, dragging him away. The others shouted out as the Orcs returned, firing their poison arrows once again. There were too many to fight and they'd already lost so much so the fellowship, now only eight, ran for the hills and out of the mines of hell...

*****

As soon as Legolas got out the mines he crouched, emptying his stomach, but all that came out was black bile. He winced, clutching his stomach and collapsed onto the ground.

"Legolas?" Aragorn called and ran over to him, but his vision had blurred once more so he couldn't see the ranger's pretty face. Legolas pouted and scrunched up his nose.

Now that Aragorn was closer, he could see the blood that was pouring from the elf's leg. He swore and peeled back the bandage.
"Hey!" Legolas squirmed. "At least ask before you take off my clothes." He muttered, totally out of it due to the lack of blood and the poison that had entered his bloodstream.
Aragorn just grunted, not really listening. Black lines were crawling away from the wound and up towards Legolas' torso. "We have to get the poison out..."

Aragorn stood up and walked toward the others. "Get them up." He demanded. "Come on Sam, on your feet."
Boromir turned to him, enraged. "Give them a moment, for pities sake!"
"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs!" He yelled. "And we're not really in a fit state to fight again." He pointed towards Legolas, who groaned in response.

The elf agreed that they had to go but he could barely move without crying out in pain. Aragorn came back over. "Can you move?" He asked before sighing. He pondered over what to do for a moment before ripping part of his shirt to cover his leg once more. He then picked Legolas up, carrying him in his arms. The elf squealed slightly in surprise and winced at the sudden movement.
Aragorn grimaced. "Sorry.." He said as he began to walk, the uneven ground making each step feel like oblivion, but the constant thumping of the ranger's heart in his ear lured him into sleep.

*****

When Legolas next woke up it was to a searing pain in his leg. He yelled, attempting to sit up but Aragorn held him back, his eyes full of remorse when he looked down at the elf, but as he looked up it turned into a look of fierce hatred.
"You're hurting him." He said through clenched teeth, though Legolas did not know who the ranger was talking to.

Boromir appeared behind him then, resting a hand upon Aragorn's shoulder in warning or comfort, Legolas wasn't sure. "Aragorn be nice," he spoke softly. "The Lady Galadriel is doing the best she can."

When he said that Legolas looked up, realising he was in fact in a forest and he smiled. It wasn't exactly like his home, but Legolas found each forest beautiful and unique. To the edge of his vision was Aragorn, who was hovering his shaking hands over the injured elf. Legolas reached for the and gripped them tightly as the pain in his leg increased.

Although he couldn't see it, the Lady of Lothlórien had attempted to guide the poison out of his body with her magic and had sewn his wound shut.

She wrapped it in a poultice of leaves, infusing as much magic as she could but she wasn't as strong in that way as a wizard.

"You need Gandalf." She told them, her cheeks reddening at the idea of seeing the man again. It had been a long time since the first met, and then he was still a young man. The chemistry between them was instant, and they fell in love during the summer. But then the winter came and she had to return to her duties as the Lady of the Forest. She'd had to join another elf in union in order to secure her boarders, and Gandalf went to study under Saruman. However far they were from one another, they'd kept in close contact, always sending letters, and whenever they did meet for council with the other ring bearers they'd feel the sparks all over again.

Lost in her mind, Galadriel hadn't noticed that the company had gone quiet.

She looked to all their faces, feeling their sombre auras. She turned to the small hobbit, Frodo, whose pain seemed much stronger than the others. He'd suffered.. the loss.. of a great friend...
"He's gone." Frodo sniffed, looking down.
The Lady of Lothlórien felt her throat go dry and she cleared her throat, but other than that she remained her regal front. "I see." She stood, moving away from Legolas. "Well I've done all I could."

Aragorn looked down to Legolas' leg, trying to calm his features from the worry he felt as he looked back the the elf's face, which was smiling lightly up at him. They were still holding hands and Aragorn watched as Legolas' thumb rubbed circles into his skin.

Why was he comforting me? Aragorn thought. It was the elf who had literally been shot. The ranger groaned, shaking his head. He wanted to burry his face in Legolas' neck, to have his pulse against his cheek just so he could feel that he was safe and alive - to have his soft, blond hair cascading down and tickling his skin.

"Hey," Legolas whispered. "I'm not going to die."

Aragorn smiled bitterly. That didn't bring him any comfort. It just confirmed that his mortal life would end long before Legolas even thought of travelling on through the White Harbour.

That's when Aragorn realised: his heart was yearning for this elf.

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