Legolas, What If

Hope Could Do

^^^^^^^^^^^^^AragornPOV^^^^^^^^^^^

I was inside Helms Deep getting ready to go out when I heard a familliar voice. It wasn't calm like I had known it as, the voice was in the sound of great pain, and fear. I knew this voice very well and I had not ever heard this much pain and fear in its sound, so something was definitely wrong. I was about to go see when the horse I was perched on busted through the wooden doors and down to the battle. I searched frantically to try and find him. Yes, the voice belonged to Legolas. I rode faster chopping heads and arms of any orc that dared cross my path. Finally I found the voice I was searching for, his left hand clutching his middle, and his right hand had a sword in it, trying to hold back a blow from the orcs surrounding him. He was sitting on the ground and the orcs were pretty much making fun of him and just trying to kill him bit by bit. They were running there swords along his legs and arms, for he could not prevent that. Anger rushed through me, and I looked straight were I was going not looking at the other orcs I was slashing at in my way. I dismounted the horse and ran, going faster then I would have on the animal. I was inches away when the orcs had had enough fun and were ready to just kill Legolas, there swords up in the air and I made it just in perfect timing.

I slashed at there heads, the bodies falling sideways and slightly twitching. I smirked for a second then quickly bent down to Legolas, who didn't look to well. He was closing his eyes and as I touched him his sword flung toward me and It missed me by the smallest bit of bad aim. I spoke to him," Legolas, there is no fear you should have of me." I tried to get him to look at me but he wouldn't open his eyes. I touched his hand that was clutched to himself and he opened his eyes. Fear. Pain. Sorrow. Pain. Those filled his eyes and It was clear as full red moon. I removed his arm and he tried to look the other way. I looked around us making sure we weren't to close to the battle, and hoping the king was unharmed. Feeling sure, I went back to Legolas, and lifting his arm I found a filthy orc blood stained cloth, and everywhere was his own silvery-red blood. I fell short a breath then started questioning him while I tried to help. I carried hope close by to me. I was using it now.