"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."
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Anoron stumbled over the dirty, hot ground, catching herself with her worn and blistered hands. The line of people behind her stopped and waited. “Get up!” An Urukhai yelled, and swung a whip in Anoron's direction. The leather tore through Anoron’s flesh and the dunedain screamed.
Legolas turned and lay his hands on her. "Leave her be!” He cried at the orc. “She is ill, she can not go on like this!”
“Then we’ll throw her in the pile with the rest of the weaklings.” The orc growled, and raised his whip once again, but this time in Legolas' direction.
Anoron's weary green eyes shot up. “No!” Anoron gasped, and struggled to stand. “I am up.”
The orc stopped, and Anoron picked up the heavy brick she had been carrying and the line of captives moved on. Legolas did not dare to turn, but concern for the girl tempted him to do so. Instead, he spoke quietly to the one behind him.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
A sigh escaped her lips. “No.” Anoron's weak voice came. “But I will last for the remainder of the day.”
As the line moved steadily toward it’s destination, orcs threw whips and jeered at the prisoners. Chains chattered mockingly at the men and women, and the air stank, suffocating any living thing. Darkness had fallen. Sauron had the ring, and all the free peoples of Middle Earth were doomed to spend the rest of their short lives as slaves, rebuilding Sauron’s empire. The world had changed. Everything was bare and desolate. Nothing grew, and no light shone.
Anoron and Legolas were put into the same ranking.
Every morning the chains that bound their feet and hands were attached to the chains of the hundreds of other prisoners in their camp, making one long line of captives. How long they had been here, Anoron could not
tell, but it must have been some months, if not a year now. Legolas had adapted to the change well. Being an immortal, he had seen darkness and death many times, and knew how to push it away, and enable it to affect him less. But Anoron had become sick and weary. When she was forced to work she broke into a feverish sweat, and became dizzy and confused. Legolas did his best to make her well during the night, but there was not much he could do,
other than hold the girl and keep her from the freezing night winds that came over he plain.
Finally the day ended, and an uruk came and unchained Anoron and Legolas. The elf took the girl around his waist and half carried her back to their tent, the sixteenth tent on the twenty-fourth row.
“Lie down and rest.” Legolas instructed. “I will go fetch our rations.” The elf left the tent and wandered down the rows to where the uruks were giving out the stale bread, gruel, and little water that was fed to the
prisoners. The elf handed an uruk two trading stones, which had taken place of money and jewels, and were simply tiny, blue pebbles. The uruk handed Legolas the meager meals for two and he made his way back to the tent, to find Anoron resting, but not asleep.
“Here, you need water.” Legolas said, placing the spout of his water canteen to the dunedain’s lips. Anoron drank greedily, but forced herself to leave enough for Legolas. He worked as well; but the elf was stronger than she in body and mind....like a calming force, which drove Anoron not to give up. She had developed strong feelings for the elf - the soothing touches he provided in the cold nights, the embraces, the protection he tried to offer her. Yet she knew he did not love her in such a way --- there was no place for love in this world now.
Legolas had too much to worry about, even his own health...and Anoron felt bad for weighing upon Legolas. "You do not need to watch over me," She whispered, handing him back his canteen. She knew it was probably a favor, or a feeling of obligation.....Legolas figured he needed to keep an eye on Anoron for Aragorn, who was in another station and tentrow.
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"You do not need to watch over me,"
Legolas shook his head. If he did not watch over her, no one else would. The two of them were paired together, and their only hope for survive rested in each other. Anoron was sick now, but with time, the elf could nurse her back to health, at least, enough to get her through another day. While he tended to her, she provided comfort and a companionship for him. Legolas did not know where his other friends were stationed, somewhere about Mordor, alive he hoped. But he could not reach them. For now, the only concern he had was for this woman and to stay alive as long as he could. Whether she would openly admit it or not, she needed his help and his knowledge of medical aid to survive the brutal force of the minions of the Dark Lord.
The elf was affected by it as well. Too many times had he disobeyed before. His back was still healing from before lashings he had received. Legolas leaned to lay low for now just to heal. Sometimes you had to follow in order to lead. The time would come when they would be able to overthrow these gruesome creatures. That time had not come yet, but he had faith that it would come, Eru had let him live this long, he would not abandon him now. What did not kill him only made the sindarin elf stronger. The rationing meals were not large, only enough to satisfy hunger for a bit before it was back to work. Legolas pulled Anoron into his lap as he sat there, holding her close to him. Unlike her, the elves could control their body temperature, keeping their body unaffected by the weather or conditions. Unfortunately Anoron did not have that capability. And so, he used his warmth to help heat her in the cold nights of Mordor.
“If I did not watch over you, no one else would. I need you here with me. I need you to be strong.” Legolas whispered, rubbing her arm gently. “Here, eat. You will need your strength.” Legolas cooed, lifting the bowl of soupy food to her. As of late, Legolas had been giving his food for her to eat, even though sometimes she did not know. Legolas could go on for days without eating a large meal. Perhaps that was why he was becoming thinner, but certainly not weaker. His body was still toned and strong. Anoron needed it more than he. Legolas took a small sip of water, enough to wet his lips and throat before handing it back to her for Anoron to drink. All they had been given was a tent, a mat to lay on, and two blankets for the both of them. Reaching for them, Legolas wrapped the wool blankets around her while she sat in his lap. It was not much, but it would have to do for now.
The shouts of the orcs could be heard, speaking that it was time for sleep. Legolas rolled his eyes and did not move. She was sick and weak, she did not need extra abuse. Such was why he moved the attention from her to himself. That whip would have surely be cracked at her had he not done something to get their attention over to him. The elf was becoming quite fond from the female in his arms. He had sent all of his days here in Mordor with her. Feelings were developing, but he could not let them show. Anoron needed the tenderness and compassion of an elf, but did she want love as well? Legolas held her close to his chest and closed his eyes. Softly the sindar began to sing for her of green hills and tall trees. How he missed the softness of grass and the warmth of the sun’s face. The elf would keep her warm, and he would give her hope. Anoron was strong, and Legolas was not going to let her leave him or become too weak to go on. They were in this together. His back burned from the whip, but he ignored it for now. When she was asleep, he would tend to his own bruises and wounds.
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Re: Endless“If I did not watch over you, no one else would. I need you here with me. I need you to be strong.” Legolas whispered, rubbing her arm gently. “Here, eat. You will need your strength.” Legolas cooed, lifting the bowl of soupy food to her. As of late, Legolas had been giving his food for her to eat, even though sometimes she did not know. Legolas could go on for days without eating a large meal. Perhaps that was why he was becoming thinner, but certainly not weaker. His body was still toned and strong. Anoron needed it more than he. Legolas took a small sip of water, enough to wet his lips and throat before handing it back to her for Anoron to drink. All they had been given was a tent, a mat to lay on, and two blankets for the both of them. Reaching for them, Legolas wrapped the wool blankets around her while she sat in his lap. It was not much, but it would have to do for now.
The shouts of the orcs could be heard, speaking that it was time for sleep. Legolas rolled his eyes and did not move. Anoron sighed and continued to eat the gruel they were given. She was sick and weak, she did not need extra abuse. Legolas held her close to his chest and closed his eyes. Softly the sindar began to sing for her of green hills and tall trees. How she missed the softness of grass and the warmth of the sun’s face....Anoron let out a sigh after she'd eaten, and rested against Legolas' warm, strong form. It was of great comfort to her in these desperate times. The elf would keep her warm, and he would give her hope. Anoron was strong, and Legolas was not going to let her leave him, or become too weak to go on. They were in this together.
"You must tend to yourself," She whispered softly, her eyes catching sight of some soft blood on his back - a few strands, no doubt from whippings -- her head rested upon his shoulder, enjoying the comfort his arms and body provided her. "Sooner or later....you will not have me to tend to anymore, and then you must think only of yourself." Anoron predicted quietly. She knew she wasn't as strong as the elves or men working. Though she'd spent her whole life fighting for position, to be treated as an equal....Anoron knew she was now weaker. It showed. Legolas seemed to care for her too much - and Anoron worried he neglected himself. Once she passed on, he would care for himself, and grow strong again.
Anoron couldn't help but feel like she was holding the elf back, dragging him down. Her hand grasped his arm slightly, as she sat up to face Legolas. Her weary green eyes, looking into his of sparkling blue....even now, at the worst of time - the elf's eyes seemed to hold hope and comfort; strength and endurance. Anoron wished she could be such, but her once bright green eyes had faded to a dull, dickly olive color. "I cannot do this, mellon nîn..." She whispered, her eyes already beginning to well.
Re: Endless"You must tend to yourself, sooner or later....you will not have me to tend to anymore, and then you must think only of yourself."
Legolas simply shook his head again. He would tend to himself once she was asleep. The elf could put up with the beatings and lashes a lot longer than she could. He could see the weariness in her eyes, and it made him feel sorry for her. The poor woman. She should not have to endure such treatment. Anoron deserved to be treated fairly and garbed in fine dresses, not whipped or abused.
“When that day comes, it comes. I will tend to myself as soon as you are safely in your dreams. To sleep and dream is a rare and precious gift now, take it while you can. It will help you recover from this illness.” If she believed in herself and did not give up, she could make it through this sickness she was coming to. Legolas smiled a bit and pulled her close to him now that she had finished eating. The blankets were pulled about her more for might’s bitter chill was coming fast.
Anoron couldn't help but feel like she was holding the elf back, dragging him down. Her hand grasped his arm slightly, as she sat up to face Legolas. Her weary green eyes, looking into his of sparkling blue....even now, at the worst of time - the elf's eyes seemed to hold hope and comfort; strength and endurance. Anoron wished she could be such, but her once bright green eyes had faded to a dull, sickly olive color. "I cannot do this, mellon nîn..." She whispered, her eyes already beginning to well.
“Shh...” The elf cooed. One hand lifted to cup her cheek in his hand gently. “You can do this, Anoron. I know you can...” He whispered, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her forehead. There was still hope, and once she had it, she would never let go. Anoron had to hold on. “You just have to hold on, please. I’ll be here to help you..I believe in you Anoron. Just hold strong to hope.” Rubbing her back gently, he smiled a bit.
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Re: Endless“When that day comes, it comes. I will tend to myself as soon as you are safely in your dreams. To sleep and dream is a rare and precious gift now, take it while you can. It will help you recover from this illness.” If she believed in herself and did not give up, she could make it through this sickness she was coming to. Legolas smiled a bit and pulled her close to him now that she had finished eating. The blankets were pulled about her more for might’s bitter chill was coming fast.
Anoron couldn't help but feel like she was holding the elf back, dragging him down. Her hand grasped his arm slightly, as she sat up to face Legolas. Her weary green eyes, looking into his of sparkling blue....even now, at the worst of time - the elf's eyes seemed to hold hope and comfort; strength and endurance. Anoron wished she could be such, but her once bright green eyes had faded to a dull, sickly olive color. "I cannot do this, mellon nîn..." She whispered, her eyes already beginning to well.
“Shh...” The elf cooed. One hand lifted to cup her cheek in his hand gently. “You can do this, Anoron. I know you can...” He whispered, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her forehead. There was still hope, and once she had it, she would never let go. Anoron had to hold on. “You just have to hold on, please. I’ll be here to help you..I believe in you Anoron. Just hold strong to hope.” Rubbing her back gently, he smiled a bit.
Anoron let out a sigh, and rested against Legolas more, unable to resist the warmth and comfort of his arms and body near her own. Her eyes closed, and she tried to think of other things....remember the taste of fresh water....the smell of the grass and the plains....the taste of fruit and tender meat, or good bread. Another sigh escaped her lips, as her hand clutched at the material of Legolas' shirt beneath the blanket and she began to drift off to sleep. She was so tired and weary of this life. Anoron wanted to be free again - to live and love and be with friends and family in merry times. But those times were fading...and Anoron knew it was unlikely they would ever come back.
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Legolas watched Anoron fall asleep in his arms. Sleep was something that she needed if she was going to get better. Slumber was not a grand luxury here, and the more sleep she had the better. Elves could go on for days without sleep. Since she had been ill, Legolas took those days to watch over her. It was not a chore or task that he viewed without care. He wanted to make sure she was well. The fondness he had for her wanted to see that smiling face despite dark times. A smile was a fragile thing, and her smile would light up the world, at least his world. Laying her down gentle on the matt, the elf sat beside her, rubbing her shoulder tenderly. “Dream well, mellon nîn..” The elf whispered before sighing.
Hours passed, and even though dawn was coming, it still seemed like night would never end in a place like this. Already the sound of distant chains caught the elf’s attention. The keen hearing of the elf was useful. Quietly, so he did not wake her from her sleep, Legolas moved tot he tent flap and peeked out of it. The wake up call for a short breakfast meal before back to work. Breakfast was hardly anything, a small bowl of more gruel and water. The bread they also gave was hard and stale, but still good enough to eat. He slipped out of the tent and walked down to the serving areas. Again, the elf handed the orc two blue stones. Both his and Anoron’s meal were given to him and the elf quickly returned to their tent. Legolas closed the tent flap and walked over to the still sleeping Anoron.
Lightly he shook her. “Morning calls, my friend...you need to eat to keep your strength.” The elf whispered softly, smiling a bit. “I already ate my share, so you need not worry about that.” He lied. Legolas had put some of his in with her bowl and kept a bit from himself, enough to get something in his stomach. In a way, he was not lying, for he did eat his share, what he had portioned out for her. All he ate was his bread, the rest was given to her. In fact, he was still eating it, so she would not have to worry about him lying or at least catch on. Sitting beside her, his legs were bent at the knee and his arms rested on his kneecaps. The sindarin elf picked at the hard slice of bread and ate a bit if it. They hand a few minutes to eat before the watch would come and chain them again for another day’s hard work.
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Lightly he shook her. “Morning calls, my friend...you need to eat to keep your strength.” The elf whispered softly, smiling a bit. “I already ate my share, so you need not worry about that.” The soft elven voice said.
Slowly, Anoron opened her eyes - a bit of color having returned to them, as she looked up at the beautiful elf before her. How was it such a creature stayed so beautiful throughout all this pain and misery? Legolas was indeed a guiding light, and a beakon of hope to many. Especially Anoron. She knew deep down that Aragorn wouldn't want her to be with anyone else right now....with Legolas, she was safe. Watched over. Sitting up, Anoron nodded slowly, and took her bowl - eating hungrily and quickly, knowing they must only have little time.
Yet she couldn't eat the whole bowl.....the stuff, though somewhat satisfying, was also sickening. And Anoron was not yet back to her old self. Setting the bowl down, she looked to Legolas a bit sadly. Should she tell him? Just out with it - how much he meant to her?....Though the elf would only think her a foolish girl, desperate for love in such a time....perhaps she was. But Anoron adored this elf, and all he'd done for her in the short time they'd known one another. Aragorn had always mentioned Legolas, and how good an elf he was. Should she tell him?....Especially if she didn't think she'd live to see the end of this terrible time.
Just as she was about to open her mouth - the tent flap shot open and an orc head popped in. "Outside maggots!...Get in line!" He barked. Anoron and Legolas exchanged a glance, before saying nothing, standing, and heading outside to the gray skied day.
Others were lining up as well at neighboring tents; for rows and rows, slaves of elves and men - even dwarves and a few hobbits, but they were sent to work in the mines due to their small height. Elves and Men were bent to the physical labour. Yet something was off, there were three orcs coming up the line, arguing and shouting about something. Anoron watched intentely as they stopped and argued a bit more....before continuing down the line - and pulling random elves and men out. Apparently, there was a work shortage elsewhere, and another orc outfit was low on their slaves.
"Take the weaker ones then!" The Urukhai barked. "I don't want ya usin' any of my good workers!" He hissed.
Anoron's hand immediately moved down, and grasped Legolas'....for fear that she may be chosen. She didn't want to be parted from him. Not now. Turning her head, her eyes met Legolas - in fear and worry. Leave her elf? The one kind gentle soul left in this horrible place? The one who'd kept her going? Yet those thoughts were broken, as a rough hand grabbed her slender arm, and flung her out of line formation, and into another small grouping of elves and men -- others, who had been selected to move to another post.
"No, please!" Anoron said, about to move back towards Legolas, before a sound slap was given across her face, and she was tossed back into the group.
The orc sneered. "Shut up! You'll go where yer told, you filthy whore!...You don't get NO choice!" He spat out, before the group was hustled down the line, as others were chosen. Another orc came forward, and chained the remaining line with Legolas, up together once more - as Anoron was pushed further and further from her protector. Her light. She kept trying to glance back at him, but Legolas began to get further and further away - chained up, there was nothing he could do. Anoron began to weep silently, more afraid now than ever. She felt like a child.
Yet she felt soft hands upon her shoulder, and gentle lips upon her cheek, before words were spoken into her ear. "Worry not, m'lady. If our Prince protected thine eyes and heart from terrible things....I shall do the same." A sweet elven voice came. Anoron glanced back only briefly, to see another elf; blonde of hair, blue eyed - no doubt another Mirkwood elf, obviously who knew Legolas as a Prince. The elf gave a gentle squeeze to her shoulders supportively as they continued down.
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The moment Anoron woke, she began to eat. The elf watched her silently, a small smile on his face. She looked better this morning, Anoron was getting better. Though illness was still in sight, there was improvement, and that was all that mattered now. While he watched her eat, his mind turned like the wheels of a clock with thoughts. Anoron was a beautiful woman. Despite the bruises and harsh markings upon her, the woman was beautiful to him. Here, there was not a single being without the evident of hard labor. Even the elves of this place had dirt on them and wounds from their disobedience. The she-ranger stood out to him, though. Here rests a woman who decided to take the life of a ranger, fighting with men. It was a shame that she was here, but also a blessing.
Had she not been here in the work camp, she would without a doubt be dead or sold to someone else, namely the Easterlings. Legolas knew what would have happened if she went there. A fate worse than death itself. But, could he tell her that he was growing more fond of her by the minute? Even though they had a short meeting, there was a bond there he felt with the woman. Anoron intrigued him, and he admired not only her beauty, but her strength. She had come this far, she could make it, all she needed was a bit of hope and tenderness. No one else would give it to her so idly. They would rather be concerned with themselves, unless it was an elf or a kind man with a good heart. The elf looked down to the bread in his hand and sighed. What hope was there for a woman to love an elf?
The tent flap shot open and an orc head popped in. Legolas liked his head at the noise and glared hard at the orc, hating him for ruining his thoughts and moment of peace with Anoron. "Outside maggots!...Get in line!" He barked. Anoron and Legolas exchanged a glance, before saying nothing, standing, and heading outside to the gray skied day. There was no sun here, and there never would be. Darkness lingered, and the elf hated it. He stood close to the dunadain, for she was his partner throughout al of this turmoil. The knot in his stomach grew as he notice orcs pulling out some rangers, men, and elves from the like to go elsewhere. Not Anoron. Not here, Legolas did not want them to take her. He felt her hand take his, And the elf turned to her with a small smile, hopeful. The elf gave her hand a squeeze of reassurance. No matter what, they had to be strong.
As a rough hand grabbed her slender arm, and flung her out of line formation, and into another small grouping of elves and men -- others, who had been selected to move to another post. "No, please!" Anoron said, about to move back towards Legolas, before a sound slap was given across her face, and she was tossed back into the group.
The orc sneered. "Shut up! You'll go where yer told, you filthy whore!...You don't get NO choice!" He spat out, before the group was hustled down the line, as others were chosen.
Legolas frowned and tried to push his way toward her. Separated? Legolas dreaded that day, and without warning it was here. The elf elbowed an orc int eh face as he tried to break free. Yet that was put to an end with an orc hit him across the back of his shoulders with a club-like weapon. The elf fell to the ground, wincing at the pain. They orcs hissed and pulled him to his feet before pushing him back into the line, away from Anoron. As both of them were herded like cattle away from one another, Legolas watched her sadly. He would miss her greatly, for she held a place in his heart. Anoron was his beckon of light in all of this, and now that was being robbed of him. “Remember what I told you..” He mouthed to her, before he was pushed down the hill, breaking sight of his beloved Anoron.
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Re: Endless“Remember what I told you....” She heard the voice in her head of her beloved elf. Whimpering a bit, they continued on, closer towards the tower. Anoron felt the elf still behind her, whispering words in elvish that she would be alright, and she would see Legolas again at the end of the day when all were sent back to their tents. They were sent to haul off large rocks at another section. All day, they were worked roughly and tiredly. Anoron thought about nothing but Legolas, using the thought of him as strength to continue on when she fell.
It was almost as if she could hear him, in the back of her mind....encouraging her - telling her not to be afraid - to stay strong - to hold onto hope. It was then Anoron realized....that she was staying alive for Legolas. To see him, to listen to him, to be with him and accept his comforts. He was the reason she was alive now. The day was long and hard - and it was late evening before their outfit finished for the day. The orc lord was mad because they'd taken so long, and each slave was given one lashing across the back -- since the other slaves had finished much faster than their group.
Anoron was led back to her tent row roughly, but she followed quickly and willingly, knowing Legolas would be waiting within. As she was shoved into her tent - sure enough, there was her blonde beauty, pacing worriedly. As he saw her, the two looked to one another and embraced, falling to their knees as Anoron began to weep; blood already beginning to soak through her shirt from the fresh whipping. She clung to Legolas desperately, before they pulled back to look at one another.
Without pausing for too long - Anoron grasped the sides of Legolas' face, and kissed him deeply, and needfully. The kiss lasted a few moments, she didn't even register if Legolas was returning it or not. Slowly, she pulled back, eyes welled. "In case I do not see you again," She whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks, a wince appearing on her face as she tried to keep focus off her whip wound.
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Legolas thought of no one else all day. The beatings did not hurt, the cries of the orcs were not heard. All that the elf had on his mind was Anoron, and it was Anoron that he believed in. His mind whispered to her, speaking of hope and encouraging not just her, but himself as well. The rocks were huge ad large,, but the orcs thought the elves could haul them faster. A few times he had been taunted, orcs and Ogluk-hai soldiers shouting at him to go faster. His left shoulder was bleed from the small gash of the club. No one cared. Wounds were not a concern for the creatures of this land. Legolas was made to suffer his wound and tend to them later. The day seemed a lot longer than it had. Legolas did not realize just how largely Anoron impacted his life until he was without her.
When the day was finally over for their work group, Legolas was escorted back to his tent and released. The orc shoved the elf into the tent. Immediately blue eyes looked for Anoron. She was no where to be seen. Her shift must have gone on longer than theirs had. That made him worry more. The elf even had time to go get their meals and bring them back before she got there. If they did not get their food before the time allotted, they simply were not granted a meal. Legolas set their meals down and began to pace to and fro in the tent. Where was she? Then, the sound of chains and feet shuffling reached his ears. Legolas stopped the moment a form was pushed into the tent with him.
Anoron. Legolas was quickly by her side as both embraced the other. Together, they fell to their knees, ears escaping from the sadness of distance and the joy of being back together. She clung to Legolas desperately, before they pulled back to look at one another. The elf’s blue eyes stared into hers, searching her soul for any damage done internally. A physical wound was bad enough, but a mental scar and gasp was more deadly.
Without pausing for too long - Anoron grasped the sides of Legolas' face, and kissed him deeply, and needfully. The kiss lasted a few moments, she didn't even register if Legolas was returning it or not. Legolas was taken aback by the kiss, but it did not go unattended. The elf kissed her back just as deeply and needfully. The kiss was a welcomed warmth from the darkness of this place. His hands rested on her waist. Slowly, she pulled back, eyes welled. "In case I do not see you again," She whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks, a wince appearing on her face as she tried to keep focus off her whip wound.
Frowning a bit, Legolas kissed away her tears gently. “Do not think like that, Anoron...” He said spoke softly. “Do not say your good-byes just yet..” There was still hope that they could make it out of here alive, though it did not seem so bright now. Legolas looked into her eyes again and cupped her face in his hands, his thumb stroking her cheek tenderly. “Come...you need rest...let me tend to your wounds...all of them.” And by that he did not mean simply the lashings. The elf wanted to heal her heart and soul. Slowly standing, he pulled her to stand with him and sat her down on her bed mat. The elf moved to sit behind her and inspected her wound. It was not too bad, but would need cleaning before it got infected.
Legolas grabbed his blanket and tore a strip of it off. This would serve as a bandage for now. Using his water, the elf cleaned his hands a bit and wiped them on the blanket. “Trust me...” Legolas placed his hands on her sides lightly, fingers gripping the ends of her shirt. Carefully, the elf lifted her shirt up to get a better look at the wound. “It is not too bad..” He noted aloud, assuring her. The elf pushed Anoron's shirt up over the wound was gently as he could and up to her shoulders and the back of her neck. “Hold your shirt there..” Legolas instructed, and once she grasped it, the elf went to work. With the rest of his water, he bathed the wound, cleaning I of blood and dirt. He did not have any herbs to put on it now, but it would heal. Legolas wrapped the wound now, bring the long and wide strip of the cloth around her back and middle, being considerate and trying not to touch her breasts. Knotting it at her side secured it there, and he pulled down her shirt once more.
“Here..” Legolas pulled the leather and suede jerkin over his head and helped her into it. “It is not much, but it will help protect your body from the lashings and abuse they might render you to..it can lessen a feew lashings to just red marks.” It had served him well. Legolas had red marks from the whips, but hardly any bleeding from an open wound. The silver blue tunic was stained red on the back of his shoulder, but it would do. Every time he moved his shoulder, pain shot through his arm, but he did his best to simply ignore it and focus his attention on Anoron. Placing a light kiss on her cheek, Legolas rubbed her shoulders soothingly. “Now eat...you had a long day...any food we get is vital for nourishment and to give the body some sort of food..”
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Frowning a bit, Legolas kissed away her tears gently. “Do not think like that, Anoron...” He said spoke softly. “Do not say your good-byes just yet..” There was still hope that they could make it out of here alive, though it did not seem so bright now. Legolas looked into her eyes again and cupped her face in his hands, his thumb stroking her cheek tenderly. “Come...you need rest...let me tend to your wounds...all of them.” And by that he did not mean simply the lashings. The elf wanted to heal her heart and soul. Slowly standing, he pulled her to stand with him and sat her down on her bed mat. The elf moved to sit behind her and inspected her wound. It was not too bad, but would need cleaning before it got infected.
Legolas grabbed his blanket and tore a strip of it off. This would serve as a bandage for now. Using his water, the elf cleaned his hands a bit and wiped them on the blanket. “Trust me...” Legolas placed his hands on her sides lightly, fingers gripping the ends of her shirt. Carefully, the elf lifted her shirt up to get a better look at the wound. “It is not too bad..” He noted aloud, assuring her. The elf pushed Anoron's shirt up over the wound was gently as he could and up to her shoulders and the back of her neck. “Hold your shirt there..” Legolas instructed, and once she grasped it, the elf went to work. With the rest of his water, he bathed the wound, cleaning it of blood and dirt. He did not have any herbs to put on it now, but it would heal. Legolas wrapped the wound now, bring the long and wide strip of the cloth around her back and middle, being considerate and trying not to touch her breasts. Knotting it at her side secured it there, and he pulled down her shirt once more.
“Here..” Legolas pulled the leather and suede jerkin over his head and helped her into it. “It is not much, but it will help protect your body from the lashings and abuse they might render you to..it can lessen a few lashings to just red marks.” It had served him well. Legolas had red marks from the whips, but hardly any bleeding from an open wound. Anoron looked to him, about to protest the elf giving her his protective jerkin, but the firm caring look in Legolas' eyes already told her, he would not be swayed...and she was not getting rid of it.
The silver blue tunic was stained red on the back of his shoulder, but it would do. Every time he moved his shoulder, pain shot through his arm, but he did his best to simply ignore it and focus his attention on Anoron. Placing a light kiss on her cheek, Legolas rubbed her shoulders soothingly. “Now eat...you had a long day...any food we get is vital for nourishment and to give the body some sort of food..”
"Your wound," She said, still choking back a sob as she shifted slowly and moved behind him. "Do not think me so sickly and weary not to notice it," She said, grasping his shirt by the bottom, and lifting it over his head, and tossing it to the other side. His wound was higher up, so the whole area would be tended to. Taking another piece of the blanket, Anoron dippied it in the remaining water, and began to clean the elf's wound, as he had done to her. Her green eyes drifted over the back of him sadly, hating seeing such a beautiful creature injured.
Once she was done, she wrapped another piece of the cloth around his body, as he had done to her - and then secured it in place, touching the now bound wound with care, before sliding back and away from Legolas. She picked up her small bowl of food, and ate, but not a lot. She'd lost most of her appetite from the pain felt within and physically. She drank a little water and gave some for Legolas to drink also. She sat there for a few moments, simply staring down at the torn blanket and mat. "I'm going to sleep." She said softly, gaining a nod from Legolas.
Glancing up to him once more, Anoron turned, wrapping the blanket around herself and laying down - her back to Legolas. But it wasn't long after the ranger laid there....that she began to cry; silently, her shoulders jerking a bit as she tried to hold in her sobs. This was it. She wanted to quit and she wanted to quit now. Anoron hated herself for feeling such, since never before had she quit. Never. All her life, she'd wanted to win and succeed....yet now, she felt like a part of her had been torn out. Her strength. Anoron continued to cry, no longer knowing what to do.
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"Your wound," She said, still choking back a sob as she shifted slowly and moved behind him. "Do not think me so sickly and weary not to notice it," She said, grasping his shirt by the bottom, and lifting it over his head, and tossing it to the other side. Legolas was about to protest, but it would have done no good. Silently he nodded. His wound was higher up, so the whole area would be tended to. Taking another piece of the blanket, Anoron dipped it in the remaining water, and began to clean the elf's wound, as he had done to her. Her green eyes drifted over the back of him sadly, hating seeing such a beautiful creature injured.
Once she was done, she wrapped another piece of the cloth around his body, as he had done to her - and then secured it in place, touching the now bound wound with care, before sliding back and away from Legolas. She picked up her small bowl of food, and ate, but not a lot. She'd lost most of her appetite from the pain felt within and physically. She drank a little water and gave some for Legolas to drink also. She sat there for a few moments, simply staring down at the torn blanket and mat. "I'm going to sleep." She said softly, gaining a nod from Legolas.
Glancing up to him once more, Anoron turned, wrapping the blanket around herself and laying down - her back to Legolas. But it wasn't long after the ranger laid there....that she began to cry; silently, her shoulders jerking a bit as she tried to hold in her sobs. This was it. She wanted to quit and she wanted to quit now. Anoron hated herself for feeling such, since never before had she quit. Never. All her life, she'd wanted to win and succeed....yet now, she felt like a part of her had been torn out. Her strength. Anoron continued to cry, no longer knowing what to do.
Legolas grabbed his shirt once more and slid it over his head and back on. He winced at the pain it caused his shoulder, but it would pass. After he had gotten his tunic on, ti was then that he glanced over to Anoron. Her shoulders shook a bit as she laid there with her back to him. Anoron was crying. That hit his heart hard to see the ranger reduced to tears because of the abuse of this place. Legolas frowned as he watched her cry. He had to get her out of here. Somehow, the elf had to get her out of this place before it would be her undoing. Whether he was free of this place or not didn’t matter. Who knew how many more were breaking down daily from the pain and abuse from this place.
Slowly, the elf moved over to her and laid beside her. His arm moved to drape over her. Legolas propped himself up a bit with his other arm as he leaned over her and kissed her cheek. “Anoron...” He whispered, beckoning her and calling her from the river of sadness she was floating upon. “Do not cry...please do not cry..be strong for me...I need you to be strong a while longer...you will be free of this place...that I promise you.” Pulling her back toward his body, the elf rubbed her side comfortingly. While she slept tonight, Legolas was going to think of a plan to get Anoron out of this place before she gave up entirely. “Sleep..” He cooed, looking down at her with soft, blue eyes. “Close your eyes and dream of the warm sun...the green and lush woods of old...” Legolas was trying to calm her down.
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Slowly, the elf moved over to her and laid beside her. His arm moved to drape over her. Legolas propped himself up a bit with his other arm as he leaned over her and kissed her cheek. “Anoron...” He whispered, beckoning her and calling her from the river of sadness she was floating upon. “Do not cry...please do not cry..be strong for me...I need you to be strong a while longer...you will be free of this place...that I promise you.” Pulling her back toward his body, the elf rubbed her side comfortingly. While she slept tonight, Legolas was going to think of a plan to get Anoron out of this place before she gave up entirely. “Sleep..” He cooed, looking down at her with soft, blue eyes. “Close your eyes and dream of the warm sun...the green and lush woods of old...” Legolas was trying to calm her down.
Anoron closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his body against the back of hers. A sigh escaped her lips as she tried to stop crying, trying to be brave for the elf; feeling badly that she'd shown him such a weakness in herself. That she was breaking down before him. But his comfort and words were so welcomed....the elf had no idea how much Anoron needed him. How much he affected her. Anoron sighed, listening to him speak soft words into her ear - they would get through this, think of happier times. His words turned to elvish, knowing that the language soothed Anoron more than anything else.
Once again, she felt asleep listening to Legolas speak, enjoying the feeling of him so close by.
Yet it felt like her sleep didn't last too long....perhaps an hour or two, before she was awakened by screams and horns. Anoron sat up intaking a sharp frightened breath at the sound...and looked around. Legolas was no longer beside her, but watching out the crack down the center of the tent, and keeping very still. Anoron wanted to say something, but couldn't find any words. Horns and screams were not a good thing. She moved to the wall of the tent, looking out a small peephole.
Anoron saw people; elves and men, orcs and Urukhai running around, fighting - fire, torches being thrown and orcs being burned alive. A rebellion? She heard a few elves and men yell, 'Aragorn!'....and orcs and Urukhais curse the name. Anoron intook a deep breath, wondering...could he have led a revolt from his side of the camp. Anoron continued watch, seeing other elves and men she recognized -- from their campline...running also, helping and assisting in the fight. How long had this been in the works?!...Why had she not known?!
"Legolas?!" Anoron asked worriedly, looking to him where he stood near the entrence of the tent, looking as eager, and more ready, that she was.
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Anoron saw people; elves and men, orcs and Urukhai running around, fighting - fire, torches being thrown and orcs being burned alive. A rebellion? She heard a few elves and men yell, 'Aragorn!'....and orcs and Urukhais curse the name. Anoron intook a deep breath, wondering...could he have led a revolt from his side of the camp. Anoron continued watch, seeing other elves and men she recognized -- from their campline...running also, helping and assisting in the fight. How long had this been in the works?!...Why had she not known?!
"Legolas?!" Anoron asked worriedly, looking to him where he stood near the entrence of the tent, looking as eager, and more ready, that she was.
Legolas watched from the tent as fire seemed to light of the sky. This was perfect timing. Too perfect. Glancing over his shoulder, the elf looked down to Anoron, who was worried. It was now or never. Sighing, he took her hand. And led her back into their tent. They had no time. If they were going to get out, they would have to act fast. The elf snatched up one of the blankets and wrapped it around her. “Keep quiet and whatever you do, do not look back at me or anything. You will keep your eyes forward no matter what happens.” He instructed her, while wrapping the blanket around her to keep her warm. Legolas took her hand once more and led her to the flaps of the tent. He slipped out and looked around. The orcs were too busy trying to stop the people of the rebellion, they would never notice them. Moving back into the tent, he nodded to her. Time to go.
“Remember, do not look back to me or to whatever you hear.” And with that, the elf led her out of the tent and around to move behind the row of tents. Legolas dropped behind her, his hands on her shoulders keeping her moving. They were heading toward the barrier of mountains. There they could find a passage through tot he other side, an orc passage that was used. More screams of orcs were heard as the war raged on. Anoron was too weak to do much, and it was safer for her to stay away from it. If they lost the battle, she had a chance of getting away. When they reached the barrier of mountains, Legolas and Anoron began to search for the passage...there had to be one near here.
They found it. It was small, and for a tall person the had to crouch a bit, but it was a working tunnel. Legolas sighed. They had made it thus far without having to fight. “This will lead you out to the other side. Orcs take these passages to leave mordor without having to open the gate. Stay here and wait for me..should the war be lost, I want you to run, with or with out me. This is your chance to run and taste clean air...Promise me that you will go, with or without me..I am going to go help Aragorn int his battle, I do not want to be concerned fr you...here...I know you can get away..” The elf cupped her cheek and gazed at her sadly. He kissed her cheek again. “Promise me, Anoron.” Legolas said firmly, and seriously. His concern for her showing through.
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The elf snatched up one of the blankets and wrapped it around her. “Keep quiet and whatever you do, do not look back at me or anything. You will keep your eyes forward no matter what happens.” He instructed her, while wrapping the blanket around her to keep her warm. Legolas took her hand once more and led her to the flaps of the tent. He slipped out and looked around. The orcs were too busy trying to stop the people of the rebellion, they would never notice them. Moving back into the tent, he nodded to her. Time to go.
“Remember, do not look back to me, or to whatever you hear.” And with that, the elf led her out of the tent and around to move behind the row of tents. Legolas dropped behind her, his hands on her shoulders keeping her moving. They were heading toward the barrier of mountains. There they could find a passage through tot he other side, an orc passage that was used. More screams of orcs were heard as the war raged on. Anoron was too weak to do much, and it was safer for her to stay away from it. If they lost the battle, she had a chance of getting away. When they reached the barrier of mountains, Legolas and Anoron began to search for the passage...there had to be one near here.
They found it. It was small, and for a tall person the had to crouch a bit, but it was a working tunnel. Legolas sighed. They had made it thus far without having to fight. “This will lead you out to the other side. Orcs take these passages to leave mordor without having to open the gate. Stay here and wait for me..should the war be lost, I want you to run, with or with out me. This is your chance to run and taste clean air...Promise me that you will go, with or without me..I am going to go help Aragorn int his battle, I do not want to be concerned fr you...here...I know you can get away..” The elf cupped her cheek and gazed at her sadly. He kissed her cheek again. “Promise me, Anoron.” Legolas said firmly, and seriously. His concern for her showing through.
"Legolas..." She said softly, already crying at the thought of being alone; but his firm gaze reminded her it was for the best. Slowly, she nodded. "I promise." She said. Anoron leaned in, wanting to kiss him once more upon the lips....but Legolas took a step back, looking to her sadly, before dashing off. Anoron watched him go helplessly....the look he'd given her, almost forwarning....as if, he didn't think he would come back. Anoron cried to herself and sat down - huddling the blanket around her form and craddling herself as screams and fires burned and horns sounded.
Yet within what felt like moments (though was really hours)....those sounds began to diminish. Anoron was weary from lack of sleep and unfocused - she didn't know whether evil had won, or good had prevailed. Standing wobbily, Anoron tried to see....but saw nothing; the occasional burning tent, some close, some in the distance. Yet it was within those few moments, she saw a hoard of elves and men running towards her, screaming and yelling happily - they'd won? It seemed that way. They were all headed towards her exit.
Worried they may trample her, Anoron scurried into the tunnel, unable to look for Aragorn or Legolas. She moved as fast as she could; feeling the elves and men happily following behind quickly, shoving her to move faster. Anoron whimpered to herself, trying to move, but her weary form didn't allow her such energy as those who had been fighting. Finally, they emerged at the other side....to night. But even though it was night, it was still lighter over here -- the moon and stars shone and lightened up the lands.
Elves and men streamed out after Anoron, congratulating one another in happiness and eagerness - the idea of being free almost too overwhelming. Anoron's eyes looked for Legolas worriedly -- yet her search was interrupted as a man grabbed her around the waist. "We won m'lady we won!...Celebration is at hand!" He yelled, toppling over to the ground with Anoron in his arms. She screamed and tried to struggle away, afraid of getting trampled on by the many slaves still moving about.
Yet it became the least of her worries, as the man began to take off her blanket eagerly, and rub his hands along her form, kissing and licking her neck. "No, please!..." She cried out, too weak to fight off the brutish man -- so happy with victory and freedom, that he wanted to celebrate by reclaiming his manhood, and taking the first woman he saw. Anoron cried and began to call Legolas' name....but the shouts and victorious hollars of the males and elves around were too loud.....she was sure he could not hear.
So Anoron cried, watching as people passed, too involved in getting further away and being free...not to help her. Anoron tried to hold her shirt together weakly, as the man tore at it, wanting to see the long missed flesh of woman - with one hand he tore at her shirt and the jerkin Legolas had given her, and with the other hand, he tried to unlace her breeches.
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They had won. It was a long battle, but they had won, reclaiming what was theirs–freedom. People happy as ever crowded it out of the hole that Legolas had shown her. However, the elf was toward the back of the ling, with Aragorn. The two had fought side by side, deflecting blows and taking back their freedom. Now, both males headed toward the exit. Both had bruises and a few lashes and gashes from the orcs, but they had one. The elf bent down and limped out of the passage way. There was a steep hill the moment that they came out, and Legolas slid down it quickly on his feet. His arm was bleeding from a blow of a knife, a blow to his head caused blood do tinkle down the sides of his face, and there were a few whip marks on his back from the battle, but it was nothing too serious, thankfully.
“Anoron!” He cried out, blue eyes looking around the crowds of people that were making their way toward osgiliath and eventually Minas Tirith, that was where Aragorn was leading them. For now, Legolas had other things on his mind. He had to find Anoron.
"No, please!..." She cried out, too weak to fight off the brutish man -- so happy with victory and freedom, that he wanted to celebrate by reclaiming his manhood, and taking the first woman he saw. Anoron cried and began to call Legolas' name....but the shouts and victorious hollers of the males and elves around were too loud.....she was sure he could not hear.
So Anoron cried, watching as people passed, too involved in getting further away and being free...not to help her. Anoron tried to hold her shirt together weakly, as the man tore at it, wanting to see the long missed flesh of woman - with one hand he tore at her shirt and the jerkin Legolas had given her, and with the other hand, he tried to unlace her breeches.
The elf heard her. Frowning, he pushed his way through the crowd to see an man on top of her, trying to take her. In the heat of freedom people acted like wild barbarians. It was disgusting. The elf moved to her and the man quickly, still breaking away from the herd of people. With this good hand, the elf grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and pulled him off of her. “Go home.” He growled, staring the man deadly in the eye. A coward, he nodded quickly and ran off the moment Legolas released him. Shaking his head, he dropped down to Anoron’s side and pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close. “Are you all right? Did he heart you?” The elf asked, concerned as he pulled back a bit to look at her. The crowd began to move away from them, and it becoming quite once more.
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The elf moved to her and the man quickly, still breaking away from the herd of people. Anoron had her eyes shut tightly, just waiting impatiently for this man to finish with her and go on. Yet the weight of this brute was soon off, her and Anoron felt the chill wind again. Looking up, she saw her blonde savior; her elf, Legolas. With this good hand, the elf grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and pulled him off of her. “Go home.” He growled, staring the man deadly in the eye. A coward, he nodded quickly and ran off the moment Legolas released him.
Shaking his head, he dropped down to Anoron’s side and pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close. “Are you all right? Did he heart you?” The elf asked, concerned as he pulled back a bit to look at her. The crowd began to move away from them, and it becoming quite once more.
"N-No I'm alright, Legolas...I...." She said, before crying overtook her once more and she embraced him thankfully - glad he was there, not dead, alive, and still watching over her. This proved it. Again, her golden haired angel had come to her rescue. She felt Legolas embracing her back, trying to calm her, before he picked up her small, light form in his arms, and followed the crowd towards the city with everyone else. They were near the back, so it wasn't so hecktic, but there were still people around them. Anoron simply burrowed her head closer to Legolas' chest in attempts to get away from everything and everyone. She closed her eyes, listening to his headbeat.
Both the elf and woman had lost much weight - Anoron used to be strong and healthy, but now, was skinny and quite weak. She was only able to keep some muscle mass due to the physically labour - but it mostly exhausted her, instead of helping her. She knew it would take a few months for everyone to heal; regain their strength, their confidence, body weight. Yet the downside was...she knew Legolas would not be able to protect her anymore. He wouldn't need to. They would be in the city, things would be safe....and he would go back with his people. The elves needed a leader, and Legolas being of nobility and royal descent, was a choice. She had heard long ago most elves sailed, especially those of royal descent like Elrond's twins.
Drawing her eyes up, Anoron noticed they were in the city, and many people were filing into various buildings and corridors. "Put me down," She told Legolas, not wanting to hurt any injuries he may have. The place was still a mad house - people running, some crying out of happiness, others looking for bandages and medical supplies. She would just hold onto Legolas' hand tightly.
Re: Endless"N-No I'm alright, Legolas...I...." She said, before crying overtook her once more and she embraced him thankfully - glad he was there, not dead, alive, and still watching over her. This proved it. Again, her golden haired angel had come to her rescue. She felt Legolas embracing her back, trying to calm her, before he picked up her small, light form in his arms, and followed the crowd towards the city with everyone else. They were near the back, so it wasn't so hectic, but there were still people around them. Anoron simply burrowed her head closer to Legolas' chest in attempts to get away from everything and everyone. She closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeat.
Both the elf and woman had lost much weight - Anoron used to be strong and healthy, but now, was skinny and quite weak. She was only able to keep some muscle mass due to the physically labor - but it mostly exhausted her, instead of helping her. She knew it would take a few months for everyone to heal; regain their strength, their confidence, body weight. Yet the downside was...she knew Legolas would not be able to protect her anymore. He wouldn't need to. They would be in the city, things would be safe....and he would go back with his people. The elves needed a leader, and Legolas being of nobility and royal descent, was a choice. She had heard long ago most elves sailed, especially those of royal descent like Elrond's twins.
Drawing her eyes up, Anoron noticed they were in the city, and many people were filing into various buildings and corridors. "Put me down," She told Legolas, not wanting to hurt any injuries he may have. The place was still a mad house - people running, some crying out of happiness, others looking for bandages and medical supplies. Healers were running about and trying to help as many as they could, and some even finding rooms for the simle weary people. She would just hold onto Legolas' hand tightly.
But Legolas was stubborn, and he shook his head. “Not until we get you help.” He said. The city was crowed with people, but Legolas was sure that he could find a room for her. The elf was tired, but he did not let it show. Not now. He was close to collapsing, but his will to get her situated was fall more powerful. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Legolas found a room for her. There was a bed, and a few odds and ends. It was a nice guest room. Walking over tot he bed, Legolas laid her down and smiled. “Someone should come soon, and they can get you treated. You rest...it has been a difficult day for you...” Kissing her lips quickly, Legolas smiled and walked over tot he walk beside the door. Finally, he sunk into the chair and instantly he fell unconscious. As elves were only thinking of others, he had finally over done it and simply collapsed in the chair.
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But Legolas was stubborn, and he shook his head. “Not until we get you help.” He said. The city was crowed with people, but Legolas was sure that he could find a room for her. The elf was tired, but he did not let it show. Not now. He was close to collapsing, but his will to get her situated was fall more powerful. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Legolas found a room for her. There was a bed, and a few odds and ends. It was a nice guest room. Walking over to the bed, Legolas laid her down and smiled. “Someone should come soon, and they can get you treated. You rest...it has been a difficult day for you...” Kissing her lips quickly, Legolas smiled and walked over tot he walk beside the door.
Finally, he sunk into the chair and instantly he fell unconscious. As elves were only thinking of others, he had finally over done it and simply collapsed in the chair. "Legolas!" Anoron cried, worried he had truely outdone himself. Looking around worriedly, Anoron began to shout for help - hoping anyone would hear her. Two elves and a healing maiden came rushing in, and Anoron tried to explain what was wrong....but the two male elves whisked Legolas out of the room, while Anoron was forced to stay in bed and be treated by the female healer. She didn't want to be parted from Legolas, not after just finding him.
Hours passed, and finally, two days. Anoron had been shifted around to various rooms and levels in Osgiliath, never seeing Legolas - yet worrying and wondering if he was alright. People were being nursed back to health -- food was found and provided to those needing to rebuild strength like Anoron - her wounds were treated again to keep from being infected. It got to the point where she began to get better....one of the elf males who'd escorted Legolas out, had begun to escort her on walks through the small courtyard in the back, just around for air, then back inside to rest.
She was greatful, and feeling her strength return - but she was still weak. She asked for Legolas, but no one seemed to know where he'd been moved to.
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Days passed, and for two days, Legolas had been unconscious. Some would call it a coma, but it was not the same, not exactly. It was not as severe, but bad enough. They moved him to one of the other floors where the wounded were still being treat, those in critical condition. That was where he lay, in the bed if the large room with others who were still wounded.
They had removed his shirt and treated his wounds. They put a patch on his head over the gash near his temple, and wrapped his arm, and his stomach. His hands were folded over his chest, in a deep peace. Legolas had over worked himself, until his mind and body said no more. They continued to treat him, hoping that he would wake, but nothing thus far. His breathing was shallow, and his heart beat slowed, yet still there. Legolas was alive, but in the voice of light and darkness.
The elf that escorted Anoron knew where they had taken the prince, for the healers warned him to never take her there. They did not think that she could make it that far, and they did not want her to. Yet, they did not understand the feelings that the elf was already having for this woman. He could not leave her, and he would not, but he was still floating in that space between life and death, and there was no voice to call him back. Each day that went by, he became paler. His hand was sliding from the rope leading back into the lightly.
One day, while the elf sat beside Anoron, she asked about Legolas again. The elf said. Perhaps Anoron could do something, after all, she had come in with Legolas. “He was moved tot he west wing....where are those placed under critical care are...they...fear that he is slipping away. A coma-like state...but I tried to tell them that he needs someone to call him back...yet they will not listen to me. But...I believe that he needs someone to beckon him back...someone close to him.” Then he had an idea. “You are close to him...yes? Perhaps you could call him back before it is too late..”
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Re: Endless“He was moved to the west wing....where are those placed under critical care are...they...fear that he is slipping away. A coma-like state...but I tried to tell them that he needs someone to call him back...yet they will not listen to me. But...I believe that he needs someone to beckon him back...someone close to him.” Then he had an idea. “You are close to him...yes? Perhaps you could call him back before it is too late..”
Anoron's eyes widened a bit; no longer sickly olive green, but returning to a brighter green, healthier. "Please, you MUST take me to him." She said. The elf sighed, and nodded, picking Anoron up in his arms. He carried her out of her room, and down towards the west wing. It was eerily quiet around this wing....everyone was sleeping, healing or unconscious. It made Anoron uncomfortable to think of Legolas in a place like this.
As the elf brought her into his room, she gasped at his sickly condition. The elf set her down in a chair, close by Legolas' bed, and touched her shoulder supportively; he'd be back in a few moments. She had some time alone with Legolas. Looking to him, tears already formed within her eyes - as she moved a hand, and grasped his cold one. "Legolas....I am...so sorry." She whispered. "This is all my fault...you pushed so hard. You neglected yourself for me!" She said sadly, hating herself. "I never should have let you do this." She whispered. Standing, wobbling a bit, Anoron leaned over, so her lips were near his ear. No longer the familiar wamth radiating from his body.
"Now is the time to confess...my heart is yours. I love you Legolas....I have since we met....your beauty and comforting words were a guiding light to me. Were it not for you, I would have perished long ago." She whispered, gently placing a soft kiss upon his cheek. "I am in love with you, Princeling....." She said, closing her eyes briefly, before looking to him. "Legolas?....Can you hear me?" She asked sadly, choking back a sob. But there was no responce.
Leaning down, she kissed his cold lips briefly, and touched his hand, before standing up and backing away. Anoron herself almost collpased, but the other elf caught her, and picked her back up....carrying her out of the room. Anoron began to cry, as the elf tried to comfort her. They were doing all they could, but Legolas wasn't responding. She was taken back to her room - and more weeks passed, without any word of her love. The elf would not take her back, for fear of getting caught and scolded.
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