Let me be the one
Leading you through the night
Sharing the smiles and tears you cry
Let me be the one
Lovin' you when you're weak
For all the strength you need
You can come to me
(Let me be the One by Plus One)
They stood around Aragorn's body. He had been washed and dressed in the finest
of cloths in Rivendell.
Messengers had been sent to various regions telling of Aragorn's death. Days
passed as many had flooded into Rivendell to pay their last respects.
Gandalf stood beside Legolas. He had not spoken, nor eaten in days, everyone
was worried about him. He had never moved from Aragorn's last resting place.
Gandalf laid a kind hand on the young elf's shoulder "Come Legolas, even elves
must eat and sleep."
The elf did not acknowledge the hand or the words.
Gandalf knelt before the elf looking at the pale face. "Legolas." He said
gently "What is a matter elfling?"
Legolas looked at the wizard, his blue eyes full of pain and anguish.
"It is my fault." He whispered in a voice barely audible.
They both sensed the presence before they saw the lord of Rivendell.
He gently placed his hands on Legolas' shoulders. "It is not your fault,
son of Thranduil." He said quietly.
Legolas jerked away. "It is my fault!" He yelled as silent tears slowly
made their way past the pale cheeks. "I led him into the forest!
Orcs nearly killed him! And then he dies because he got sick from
the rain! How is it not my fault!?" He screamed the words at the Elven
Lord and the Wizard, not caring how he sounded. Tears streamed down his face,
Legolas angrily wiped them away.
There was a choking sound from the bed. All three turned to look.
They all gasped as Aragorn jerked up suddenly from his bed. He turned
blank eyes to Legolas, blood suddenly poured out his eyes, ears, nose
and mouth. He lifted up a finger and pointed at Legolas.
*~*~*
Legolas woke up with a jerk, breathing heavily. The room spun around him.
Rubbing a hand over his face he managed to bring the room back into a
standstill. He squinted in the bright sunlight filling the room. Where
was he? Someone walked through the door. Legolas blinked owlishly at the
figure. It was Elladan, no Elrohir.
"How do you feel?"
The figure asked quietly. Legolas rubbed his eyes then it hit him.
Aragorn! He yanked back the covers and got up. Intending to by pass
whomever the figure was.
A hand caught his wrist. Since he was closer to the figure he could
see who it was. It was Elrond. The prince felt blood rush to his head
as the room spun 'round him.
Elrond caught him as his knees buckled. Legolas was horrified at how
weak he was. Elrond silently helped the shaking prince back into bed
and pulled up a chair and sat next to him.
"Legolas." He said quietly. "No one can wake up from a sleeping draught
that quickly." Legolas frowned a bit blearily eyed at him, not understanding
where the conversation was headed. Elrond placed a gentle but firm hand on
Legolas' arm.
"Aragorn is fine. But it is you that I am worried about now."
Legolas lowered his eyes to the coverlet. His slender fingers
traced the quilted pattern. He remembered all too well the past several days.
(*~*Flash Back*~*)
Aragorn felt a hand grasp his and suddenly he was pulled from the water.
He gasped in the air. Each breath hurt, but he was breathing. He felt very
faintly drops of water? On his arm. His hand was holding someone else's. He
very faintly heard Legolas' voice. He was telling him to come back, to wake up.
Aragorn forced his eyes to open. Though his sight was blurry there was no mistaking the elven face just inches from his. Tears still pooled from the silver blue orbs, and worry was etched on the fair face.
He coughed, phlegm coating his throat. He was immediately pulled up and
his back pounded on, to get the rest from his lungs. After what seemed
like huge amounts of phlegm Aragorn could finally breath easily.
"Legolas." Aragorn whispered. He weakly raised his head up and looked at
the other three occupants in the room. Worry and beginning relief was
etched on each face. "What's a matter?" Aragorn asked weakly.
"Shhhh, Estel, you need your rest." Elrond gently admonished him.
He gently wiped away the sweat that was still beaded on his face.
He turned to Elladan and Elrohir. "He will be alright now, go back to bed."
Wearied from the battle of Aragorn's life they nodded and left.
Elrond turned to Legolas, intending to tell him the same thing,
but something in Legolas' eyes told him that he wouldn't leave the room.
Elrond sighed and nodded, he had intended to stay beside Aragorn, but.
"If he worsens," Elrond drew Legolas' attention, "Get me immediately."
Legolas nodded, words abandoning him. Legolas watched Elrond leave
the room, he stood up stiffly, and walked over to the water basin
and filled a cup of water, and gently poured a little bit in Aragorn's
mouth, who nodded gratefully and sank into sleep.
Legolas suddenly feeling rather shaky himself sank into a nearby chair.
He stared at his sleeping friend. "You did this to him."
Legolas drew up his knees, wrapped his arms around them and let his chin
rest on his knees. "You did this. You. He nearly died, because of what?
You wouldn't talk to him. All he wanted to do was help you, but you shoved
him away and he almost died because of it." The words of self-condemnation
came easily in Legolas head. "This is your fault." Legolas whispered the
words aloud. "It's my fault."
Several days had passed, Aragorn sleeping through each,
regaining his strength. Legolas sat with him every day.
Food had to be forced upon him. Elrond knew for a fact that
Legolas had not slept a bit since Aragorn had fallen sick.
He shook his head as he watched the young elf, his eyes never
left the sick human. Elrond quietly left, and going to the kitchens
he brewed a cup of tea, he took the tea to his study and added a sleeping
draught.
"Erulehto!"
The elf came quickly when Elrond called.
"Yes Lord Elrond?"
"Take this the Legolas, and make sure he drinks it." Erulehto nodded and left.
Elrond pressed a hand to his forehead; hopefully the young elf would be
to tired to realize what he was drinking.
Erulehto's heart ached as he saw the young elf staring at the human.
He gently touched the shoulder of Legolas. Unaware of his surroundings the young elf
jumped. His complete attention on Aragorn. Erulehto gave the cup to Legolas.
"Tea, drink it all." His voice brooked no argument.
Completely exhausted, Legolas did as Erulehto bade. His hands shaking ever
so slightly as he handed back the cup when he was done.
Erulehto stayed in the room watching as the prince's eyes slowly began to
close. Erulehto became worried, elves never slept with their eyes closed
unless mortally wounded or completely exhausted. Legolas' eyes jerked open,
then slowly closed, and within seconds Legolas was fast asleep. Satisfied
Erulehto left the room and made his way to Elrond's study. He poked his
head in the door.
"He sleeps with his eyes closed." He told the Elven lord. Elrond quickly
stood up, and walked quickly to Aragorn's room. He looked in the doorway;
it was true, the prince slept with his eyes closed.
Elladan and Elrohir stood behind their father their eyes on the sleeping
prince. Aragorn had been out of danger for a while, but Elrond had
drugged him to make sure his body was fully rested before he woke.
He had not foreseen Legolas sitting by his side never sleeping and
barely eating. He had refused to believe that his friend would be
ok until he saw his friend up and around.
Elladan walked past his father and gently picked up the prince. He was
shocked to feel how weightless he was. He turned and took Legolas
into the next room, the covers had already been thrown back and
Elladan gently set the prince down. He removed the leather boots
and the over tunic and pulled the covers over him.
(*~*End flashback*~*)
Legolas stared at the elven lord sitting next to him. "You drugged me?"
He questioned his normally fair voice was rough from the lack of use and sleep.
Elrond laughed softly. "Yes, son of Thranduil, I drugged you. Had I not,
you would have collapsed. I thought that you would prefer falling asleep to
fainting."
Elrond studied the young prince before him. He had known Legolas for
quite a while. He had known all of the sons and daughters of Thranduil,
yet Legolas seemed to some how stick out more than the others. He unlike
his siblings very rarely strayed out of Mirkwood. He was a legend with his
archery and had an uncanny ability to see even farther than most elven sight.
He had welcomed the friendship with Aragorn, even when his father had been
completely against it. He smiled at the still blurry-eyed prince. "Even the
strongest of elves have to let their feelings out, son of Thranduil."
Legolas lay back on the pillow, his thoughts whirling about in his head.
To his utter surprise and horror, tears welled up in his eyes and began
to silently make their way down the pale cheeks.
*~*~*
Aragorn forced his eyes open. He tried to lick his lips, but found his mouth
was dry. Cool water trickled into his mouth. He focused on the person giving
him water. Elrohir.
"Where is Legolas?" He whispered, slightly panicked that his friend was
nowhere to be seen.
"Shhh, father drugged his tea, he hasn't slept in nearly a week."
"Why?" Aragorn croaked. Elrohir placed his fingers on Aragorn lips
indicating that he shouldn't speak.
"You have been sick, and father has drugged you to make sure you are
fully healed. Legolas is just sleeping."
Aragorn nodded and drifted back into sleep.
*~*~*
Legolas woke with a jerk and immediately the room swam before his eyes.
He closed them and put a hand on his throbbing temples. Where was he?
His head snapped up "Aragorn!"
He pushed the covers off his legs and ran barefoot across the hall
into Aragorn's room. His heart nearly stopped when he saw the bed
neatly made. Aragorn was nowhere to be seen.
At a slight noise behind him, he whirled around thinking he would see
Elrond. It was Aragorn.
Legolas stared at his friend who was obviously healthy.
Legolas swallowed and hesitantly reached out, barely breathing and
touched Aragorn's shoulder. He jerked back when Aragorn started laughing,
"I am not a ghost, come back to haunt you Legolas."
Legolas took a deep breath, closed his eyes and started to shake.
He hadn't slept in days, fearing for Aragorn's life. He had poured
his strength and entire focus into seeing Aragorn well.
Now that the danger was past, the relief nearly overwhelmed him.
He staggered backwards, until his back found the wall. He released a
shuddering breath.
Instantly Aragorn was beside him "Legolas? Are you alright?"
He questioned worriedly.
Legolas grinned at him tiredly. "I am well." He replied softly.
A soft chuckle brought both heads up. "You are not well, Legolas."
Elrond stated quietly.
Aragorn laughed quietly earning him a glare from his friend.
Elrond placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder, feeling Legolas shaking he
motioned to his room. "Come Legolas, you need rest, something that you
have not had. And food."
Legolas started to nod but decided against it when the room started
to swim before his eyes.
"Legolas?" The quiet voice of Aragorn brought him back to reality.
He smiled wearily and let Aragorn help him to his room, as Elrond
walked to his study to get some herbs. He sank gratefully under the
covers, Elrond handed Aragorn a cup of tea. Legolas made a face;
he knew what was in the tea. He looked up hopefully at Elrond
"If I sleep will I get to skip the tea?"
Elrond only raised an eyebrow. Legolas sighed and looked distastefully at
the cup in his still shaking hands.
"Drink it, Legolas."
The prince looked up at the human. He curled his lip disdainfully, but
was refrained from speaking by Elrond.
"Legolas, you will drink this tea and then you will sleep." There was
no give in his voice.
Seeing no other escape the prince closed his eyes and quickly drank the tea.
He grimaced at the awful taste. But the herbs worked quickly on his already
worn down state and soon he was fast asleep.
Legolas woke up abruptly. It was night and a cool breeze gently blew the
thin curtain open. He rubbed his forehead. Even sleeping herbs could not
help him not remember the past. He rose quietly, his eyes quickly
scanning the room.
Aragorn wasn't there. The prince let out a small sigh of relief.
Even though the ranger was his best friend, well, even best friends
needed to get away from each other. He walked out onto the balcony.
He thought over what he had spoken to Elrond about. It had been hard to
tell him what had transpired between him and his father. Legolas closed
his eyes and let the slight wind brush against his face. He was going to
have to talk to Aragorn about what happened, but for now all he wanted was
to gaze at the stars.
