Caught (a legolas fanfiction)

Savior

A/N: Sorry for the late update! Please forgive me! I had a lot of school and band stuff, and I just hope I haven't lost any readers becasue of the wait.

Chapter 9

When Legolas came back to awareness, there were tears running down his face, and they were still flowing.

A great ache came from deep inside of him, and he felt like a huge crack had been made in his heart. His hair and fallen loose of its braids during the ordeal, and sweat was rolling down his face. He collapsed onto the grass of the courtyard and looked up blearily. Every movement hurt his protesting heart, which wanted nothing more for him to lie down and let it free of the pain. Not for the first time in his life, he wanted nothing more than to fade.

"My, my," Cyras said, licking his lips and smiling. "There is much pain in your past. That should be able to cover many lessons, I think."

Legolas could not help the muffled groan that escaped him as he understood what Cyras meant. He tried to lift his head, but it was too much. Tears continued to leak out of the corner of his eyes.

Please hurry, Ada, Estel, Gimli, he thought as the world began to fade at the edges. I don't think I can survive this again.

The world was sunny, and only one of the three companions in the small clearing was awake. The human relished in the solitude and serenity of the morning, with the birds chirping merrily above his head and the sun tickling him with warm fingers. He got out some pots and pans and began to cook breakfast, humming as he did it.

It was a good day, he decided.

"Good morning, King Thranduil," Aragorn said, not looking up, with a smile. The king floated back to reality. The glazed eyes came into focus, and the elf sat up and stretched, much like a cat would.

Or Legolas would.

Aragorn suddenly couldn't breathe. How could he have forgotten about his friend? How could he be so jovial on a day that could be the prince's last?

Do not think like that, a voice in Aragorn's head that sounded much like Elrond's said. Legolas is too strong to leave you now. It is your job to find him and heal him as fast as possible, but he will hold out until then.

Still, I should not have acted like everything in the world was okay, Aragorn retorted. That was wrong of me.

"Good morning, Estel," Thranduil said. "And please do not address me as such. We will be companions for a while now—although, the faster we get to Legolas the better—and it will not do." He chuckled. "Besides, I'd have to call you 'King Ellessar of Gondor'."

Aragorn gave a small smile and handed the king a small plate of food. There was some meat from the rabbit he had caught the other day and an apple. The two sat down and began to crunch on the food. Gimli didn't even stir. Thranduil sighed as he saw that Aragorn was looking at the sleeping dwarf.

"I don't understand why you and Legolas like him so," the king said in disgust. "My ion and I are going to have a serious talk about this when we find him."

Aragorn laughed, and Thranduil nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise. That was not the response he had been expecting at all. And the man surprised him again as he began to sing softly.

"The three hunters running through the wilderness,

In search of the young ones

Where they are, no one could guess.

The man runs ahead,

Behind him the dwarf, and lastly the elf,

No one saw, no one saw how he bled.