Caught (a legolas fanfiction)

Not you too, Elrohir

A/N: OH MY GOSH~! I have somebody watching me right now so it is hard to write...:P

Chapter 14

"Come on, Legolas! Just breathe!" Elrohir screamed. "Please, mellon-nin!"

There was no response.

"You can't die on me!"

"Come on, Legolas," Elrohir said in a panicky voice, picking up the elf. "We'll get you to Ada. We're only a minute away, keep your mind alive for a little longer, please!"

Elrond was in his study when he heard a loud commotion in the courtyard of his home.

"Ada!" a voice screamed, and he recognized it to be Elrohir's. He could only tell it was not Elladan's because Elrohir's voice had a more flowing sound to it.

"Ada! Ada, come down here, please! It's Legolas! He's stopped breathing! Please help me, Ada!" the voice was choked and full of tears.

Elrond was up and running down the stairs within a second. Why was the son of Thranduil at his home? What had happened? His thoughts were still buzzing around his head when he arrived at the courtyard.

His son was sitting upon his horse, a being in his arms.

Elrond gasped at the state of the prince of Mirkwood. As he came closer he saw all the blood around his wounds, and the collar hanging limply around his neck. His chest was not moving.

"Elrohir!" he cried, running over to the two. He grabbed the younger elf from his son's arms and threw his limp body onto the ground. He immediately began to breathe into the mouth of the prince. He thrust his hands into the spot just below Legolas's heart, urging it to work hard once more.

"Come on, Legolas!" he cried. "Come on, Thranduilion! Legolas, lasto beth nin, tolo dan nan galad!"

Suddenly, there came a large, shuddering breath, just as Elrond was about to lose hope. Elrohir nearly fainted out of relief, and he dismounted quickly, and he fell to his knees by his friend's side.

"Legolas! You're alive!"

There came a weak cough. The prince opened his eyes and stared up at the other elf.

"Oh, Legolas..." Elrohir felt tears begin to roll down his cheek. "Oh, mellon-nin, I thought I'd lost you..."

Legolas didn't reply, he only continued to stare up at Elrohir. He looked at him with no emotion other than sadness within his eyes, and it broke the heart of the son of Elrond.

"Mellon-nin...Oh, my friend, what has happened to you? Why have you been broken so?"

I deserve it, Legolas thought faintly. I killed her. I deserve to be broken. I deserve to die.

"Get a room ready in the healers' wing!" Elrond yelled at some nearby guards, and they were quick to scuttle up the stairs to carry out his order.

Pain flooded the broken eyes as Elrond picked the elf up bridal style and pain flared on his back, but there was no other reaction.

"Oh, penneth," Elrond said. "It's going to be alright, tithen-pen. It's going to be alright."

That's what I told myself every day he had me, Legolas thought. And I was wrong.

Elladan, Thranduil, Aragorn, and Gimli were preparing to leave. They had gathered all of the things from within the building, and now they were packing their things for the journey.

Suddenly stopping in his packing, Thranduil looked over to where the body of Cyras lay. He got up slowly and began to move toward it.

"What are you doing, Thranduil?" Aragorn asked. There was no reply.