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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
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23,927
Reviews:
123
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Chapter twenty-two
Disclaimer: Not mine but J.R.R. Tolkien’s.
A/N: I’m probably being redundant here but what the hey; thanks for the feedback, ppl! :) The latest chapter received 6 reviews, that’s quite a lot. I’m very glad that you’re still with me and interested in reading more. Special thanks to my friend Kaiyon for encouragement and support. :)
I have had to change some things in order to make this story work. Lothlorien is located only about 160 miles away from where Aragorn, Éomer and the warriors are at this point. Also, Celeborn and Galadriel haven’t sailed into the West yet.
But ‘nuff said, on with the story!
thoughts
Chapter twenty-two
Rohan
Aragorn was at loss about what to do.
Éomer was seriously injured and he wasn’t sure if he was going to survive the major damage an Orc blade had done to him; it had pierced his chest and a large amount of blood had soaked the front of his tunic. When Aragorn first saw Éomer, he was certain that his friend was dead; he lay on the ground, pale, not breathing. Aragorn quickly made his way to the other King’s side and checked his pulse. There was none. Aragorn knew that he couldn’t panic now; there wasn’t any time to waste.
He quickly proceeded to resuscicate the lifeless man, first checking that the airways weren’t blocked by lifting Éomer’s chin with his hand and keeping his mouth open with the other hand. There was no change in the younger man’s condition, so Aragorn sealed his mouth over Éomer’s and pinched his nose closed using the thumb and index finger. He first gave two slow breaths, and then checked again if Éomer started breathing on his own but nothing happened.
Aragorn pushed down on the centre of Éomer’s chest about two inches between the nipples with both hands. He repeated the action for fifteen times before placing his mouth on Éomer’s again and breathing in two times. He pulled back to see if this helped and was more than relieved when Éomer drew in breath, very faintly. Aragorn rolled him carefully over onto his side. The King of Rohan was still unconscious and sickly pale, but at least he was breathing now, albeit with difficulty.
“Is he all right, Sire?” One of the warriors asked anxiously. A large number of men had gathered around the two Kings after seeing Éomer’s prone body lying on the ground, fearing for their King’s life.
“Nay, he’s not”, Aragorn spoke, standing up and frowning in worry. “I fear that I’m not skilled enough to heal this kind of wound. Without proper care his injury will get infected and it is serious enough as it is. I have to admit that I am not sure what we should do next.”
“It looks grave indeed”, Thavron replied, checking out the injury in King Éomer’s chest. “But we have to do something; we cannot leave him like this. There has to be a way to save him, Sire.”
“We have heard of the Elf witch who lives in the Golden Wood”, someone said from the crowd.
“Galadriel, of course”, Aragorn exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with renewed hope. “She is not a witch but she could help your King, if only we can get him there in time. We are not that far from ‘Lórien.”
“What are we waiting for, then?” Thavron asked. “No offence meant, Sire. King Éomer is our Lord and we don’t wish any harm come to him. Without him we would be at loss.”
Aragorn nodded and gestured at some strong-looking warriors who hadn’t gotten injured in the battle. “Get him on the back of his horse but be very careful. Also, someone should ride with him in order to keep him from falling.”
It was agreed that all warriors would not ride to Lorien; Aragorn would take ten men with him to the Golden Wood while the injured ones would ride back to Edoras with the rest of the group.
“It will take us roughly a week to get to Lothlorien, if we ride swiftly”, Aragorn said and mounted Brego, who had returned after the battle had ended. “I cannot promise you anything for certain, but I will do everything within my power to ensure your King’s recovery. I also know that the Lady of the Wood, Galadriel, will do everything she can for him.”
They then parted from the main group with promises of sending word to Edoras as soon as they learned more of Éomer’s condition.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Lothlorien, six days later
The ride to Lothlorien was pure agony. Éomer got weaker by the minute, for they couldn’t make him eat or drink anything, and Aragorn suspected that the Orc blade had had poison in it. Unfortunately there was nothing they could do about it but pray to the Valar that they could make it to Lothlorien in time. Finally, on the sixth day they reached the Golden Wood. Of course, their arrival had not gone unnoticed. They were greeted by the Marchwarden as soon as they set foot in the Wood.
“Mae govannen, Aragorn Arathornion”, Orophin said. With Orophin was his brother Rumil; they both were brothers of Haldir. After his death it was Orophin who was appointed the Marchwarden of ‘Lórien. “What brings you and your party to the Golden Wood?”
“Mae govannen, Orophin, Rumil”, Aragorn replied, bowing slightly. “King Éomer is seriously injured and our skills are of no use. We bring him to Lady Galadriel, hoping that she can help him when we can not.”
Orophin needed only one look at Éomer to realise the seriousness of his injury. “Come with us, we will take you to the Lady at once.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Lady Galadriel had told them to bring the unconscious man to the Hall of Healing. Aragorn had wanted to assist her and be there for his friend but Galadriel told him in a friendly voice that he should wait outside while she and her maids worked their magic. That was hours ago and Aragorn was beside himself with worry. What if Éomer didn’t survive? He cannot die, he cannot! He is so young still, it is not fair. Please let him live, he thought frantically.
Finally, the door of the Hall of Healing opened and several maids exited the room. Aragorn’s heartbeat quickened and he stood up.
“How fares Éomer? Will he live?” He asked as soon as he saw Galadriel approaching. Galadriel’s expression soothed his anxious mind; the Lady looked calm and collected.
“The blade that struck him was poisoned”, she said, “but we were able to lessen its ill effects on him. We cleaned the wound and bandaged it. He is now sleeping, which is exactly what he needs. I have to admit that he is very strong in body and spirit; lesser man would not have endured both the injury and the journey.”
Aragorn couldn’t help smiling. “Éomer is a spirited man, I’ll give him that. I am very relieved to hear that his life is no longer in danger. He is a dear friend and a good King. I should send word to Edoras immediately for they must be very concerned of their King.”
Galadriel asked one of her maids to bring word of Éomer’s condition to his men. “Tell them that he will recover and that some of them should leave to Edoras right away.” The maid curtsied and left quickly.
“Tell me, what are your plans from now on, Aragorn?” Galadriel asked evenly. “Are you going to return to your Kingdom or continue your journey North?”
Aragorn met the Lady’s gaze. “I am planning on riding to Imladris and returning to Gondor after that, with my husband and my child”, he replied, his tone determined.
“Then you should understand that things are not the way they were before. Legolas may not welcome you with open arms; you have caused him great grief in the past. He will want to know what has changed since then, if indeed anything has changed; how can he be sure that he will not be pushed aside and that you will not take your anger out on him again.”
“I have given them much thought”, Aragorn admitted. “There is no way I am ever going to hurt my beloved again; I will devote my life to loving him and Eldarion. What happened between us was due to lack of communication and understanding; I never stopped loving him, even if I didn’t understand him. But pray tell, Lady, how is it that you know of what has happened between me and my husband?”
“My mirror shows many things”, Galadriel answered, “this you know, son of Arathorn. I have seen this a long time ago. I have also seen that there is another in Legolas’ life now; an Imladrian Elf.”
“What Elf?” Aragorn forced the words out of his mouth. “What does that mean? Surely you do not insinuate that Legolas has taken another lover!”
“There is an Elf, Randír, who has fallen for the fair Prince. His intentions are honourable, I assure you, and he doesn’t wish to hurt Legolas”, the Lady replied.
The Man was robbed of words. Someone else was courting Legolas, trying to win his favour – and his heart. I shall be damned if I let someone steal my husband from me, he thought angrily. It is my child that rests in Legolas’ womb; my firstborn son and my heir.
“Aragorn.” Galadriel’s voice was sympathetic. “I know that your mind is in turmoil, but I am asking you to keep in mind that Legolas is very vulnerable right now. He strongly believes that you no longer love him, and that he will never see you again.”
“That couldn’t be farther from the truth”, Aragorn exclaimed fiercely. “I realised only after Legolas’ departure how much I love him and how important our marriage is to me. He is my life. No one can ever replace him in my heart. And my unborn son…” His voice broke down and he had to clear his throat before continuing. “I will do anything he asks me to do. Losing Legolas is not an option; I cannot and will not live without him. There must be a way to win his heart back.”
“Then, Aragorn son of Arathorn, you should make haste and ride to Imladris. You need to tell your mate the same thing you told me; that he is the most important thing in your life and that you will never hurt him again”, the Lady of the Wood said solemnly. “Winning back his trust will not be easy, but if you wish for your dream to come true, you must not give up.”
“I fear that this Elf you spoke about has already claimed his heart and there is no room for me anymore”, Aragorn whispered brokenly, “but I cannot help hoping that he loves me still. And Eldarion is my son; I will not have him raised by a stranger. He is mine and Legolas’ and I want him to know that from the beginning.”
“If that is the case, if Randír indeed has your mate’s heart, can you blame Legolas? Does he not deserve happiness after everything he has been through?” Galadriel asked.
Aragorn lowered his head. “If anyone deserves happiness it is Legolas. I have failed him and broken my vow to love him, protect him and keep him from harm. In my heart I know that I do not deserve his forgiveness; and yet I cannot give up hope. ‘Tis all I have left.”
Galadriel’s smile was gentle. “I can see that your love for him is pure. Fear not, son of Arathorn, Legolas has not turned his back on you – yet. But he is confused and heartbroken, and there is someone who cares about him and wants to give him his love and devotion. My advice to you, Aragorn, is that you ride swiftly to Imladris without delay.”
Aragorn was almost afraid to ask. “Have you seen in your mirror what comes of Legolas and myself?”
Galadriel, who had turned to leave, glanced at Aragorn and her lingering gaze gave nothing away. “This question I cannot give an answer to, Elessar. The course of events is yet undecided.”
The King of Gondor bowed down to the Lady of Light. “Thank you, Lady Galadriel, for your wise words. You have given me hope and strength to fight for my marriage.”
“Do not get me wrong, King Elessar.” Galadriel’s tone was suddenly sharp. “Legolas is the Prince of Elves and the fairest of my kin. You have done him wrong and it may not be so easily repaired as you perhaps wish. Without the child he would have died of grief.” Then her voice softened. “Listen to your heart; it will tell you whether you should give up on him or keep trying. This is all I have to say regarding this matter.” With that, the Lady left, leaving Aragorn to his thoughts.
He left the Golden Wood soon after that. He knew that Éomer would understand why he had to leave to Imladris so soon. I am coming, Legolas… I’m coming for you and Eldarion. And I will not let some Elf take you away from me, Aragorn thought grimly.
He wasn’t going to let anyone stop him from reclaiming his mate.
TBC…
A/N: Yay, Aragorn is on his way. :) Please review.
A/N: I’m probably being redundant here but what the hey; thanks for the feedback, ppl! :) The latest chapter received 6 reviews, that’s quite a lot. I’m very glad that you’re still with me and interested in reading more. Special thanks to my friend Kaiyon for encouragement and support. :)
I have had to change some things in order to make this story work. Lothlorien is located only about 160 miles away from where Aragorn, Éomer and the warriors are at this point. Also, Celeborn and Galadriel haven’t sailed into the West yet.
But ‘nuff said, on with the story!
thoughts
Chapter twenty-two
Rohan
Aragorn was at loss about what to do.
Éomer was seriously injured and he wasn’t sure if he was going to survive the major damage an Orc blade had done to him; it had pierced his chest and a large amount of blood had soaked the front of his tunic. When Aragorn first saw Éomer, he was certain that his friend was dead; he lay on the ground, pale, not breathing. Aragorn quickly made his way to the other King’s side and checked his pulse. There was none. Aragorn knew that he couldn’t panic now; there wasn’t any time to waste.
He quickly proceeded to resuscicate the lifeless man, first checking that the airways weren’t blocked by lifting Éomer’s chin with his hand and keeping his mouth open with the other hand. There was no change in the younger man’s condition, so Aragorn sealed his mouth over Éomer’s and pinched his nose closed using the thumb and index finger. He first gave two slow breaths, and then checked again if Éomer started breathing on his own but nothing happened.
Aragorn pushed down on the centre of Éomer’s chest about two inches between the nipples with both hands. He repeated the action for fifteen times before placing his mouth on Éomer’s again and breathing in two times. He pulled back to see if this helped and was more than relieved when Éomer drew in breath, very faintly. Aragorn rolled him carefully over onto his side. The King of Rohan was still unconscious and sickly pale, but at least he was breathing now, albeit with difficulty.
“Is he all right, Sire?” One of the warriors asked anxiously. A large number of men had gathered around the two Kings after seeing Éomer’s prone body lying on the ground, fearing for their King’s life.
“Nay, he’s not”, Aragorn spoke, standing up and frowning in worry. “I fear that I’m not skilled enough to heal this kind of wound. Without proper care his injury will get infected and it is serious enough as it is. I have to admit that I am not sure what we should do next.”
“It looks grave indeed”, Thavron replied, checking out the injury in King Éomer’s chest. “But we have to do something; we cannot leave him like this. There has to be a way to save him, Sire.”
“We have heard of the Elf witch who lives in the Golden Wood”, someone said from the crowd.
“Galadriel, of course”, Aragorn exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with renewed hope. “She is not a witch but she could help your King, if only we can get him there in time. We are not that far from ‘Lórien.”
“What are we waiting for, then?” Thavron asked. “No offence meant, Sire. King Éomer is our Lord and we don’t wish any harm come to him. Without him we would be at loss.”
Aragorn nodded and gestured at some strong-looking warriors who hadn’t gotten injured in the battle. “Get him on the back of his horse but be very careful. Also, someone should ride with him in order to keep him from falling.”
It was agreed that all warriors would not ride to Lorien; Aragorn would take ten men with him to the Golden Wood while the injured ones would ride back to Edoras with the rest of the group.
“It will take us roughly a week to get to Lothlorien, if we ride swiftly”, Aragorn said and mounted Brego, who had returned after the battle had ended. “I cannot promise you anything for certain, but I will do everything within my power to ensure your King’s recovery. I also know that the Lady of the Wood, Galadriel, will do everything she can for him.”
They then parted from the main group with promises of sending word to Edoras as soon as they learned more of Éomer’s condition.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Lothlorien, six days later
The ride to Lothlorien was pure agony. Éomer got weaker by the minute, for they couldn’t make him eat or drink anything, and Aragorn suspected that the Orc blade had had poison in it. Unfortunately there was nothing they could do about it but pray to the Valar that they could make it to Lothlorien in time. Finally, on the sixth day they reached the Golden Wood. Of course, their arrival had not gone unnoticed. They were greeted by the Marchwarden as soon as they set foot in the Wood.
“Mae govannen, Aragorn Arathornion”, Orophin said. With Orophin was his brother Rumil; they both were brothers of Haldir. After his death it was Orophin who was appointed the Marchwarden of ‘Lórien. “What brings you and your party to the Golden Wood?”
“Mae govannen, Orophin, Rumil”, Aragorn replied, bowing slightly. “King Éomer is seriously injured and our skills are of no use. We bring him to Lady Galadriel, hoping that she can help him when we can not.”
Orophin needed only one look at Éomer to realise the seriousness of his injury. “Come with us, we will take you to the Lady at once.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Lady Galadriel had told them to bring the unconscious man to the Hall of Healing. Aragorn had wanted to assist her and be there for his friend but Galadriel told him in a friendly voice that he should wait outside while she and her maids worked their magic. That was hours ago and Aragorn was beside himself with worry. What if Éomer didn’t survive? He cannot die, he cannot! He is so young still, it is not fair. Please let him live, he thought frantically.
Finally, the door of the Hall of Healing opened and several maids exited the room. Aragorn’s heartbeat quickened and he stood up.
“How fares Éomer? Will he live?” He asked as soon as he saw Galadriel approaching. Galadriel’s expression soothed his anxious mind; the Lady looked calm and collected.
“The blade that struck him was poisoned”, she said, “but we were able to lessen its ill effects on him. We cleaned the wound and bandaged it. He is now sleeping, which is exactly what he needs. I have to admit that he is very strong in body and spirit; lesser man would not have endured both the injury and the journey.”
Aragorn couldn’t help smiling. “Éomer is a spirited man, I’ll give him that. I am very relieved to hear that his life is no longer in danger. He is a dear friend and a good King. I should send word to Edoras immediately for they must be very concerned of their King.”
Galadriel asked one of her maids to bring word of Éomer’s condition to his men. “Tell them that he will recover and that some of them should leave to Edoras right away.” The maid curtsied and left quickly.
“Tell me, what are your plans from now on, Aragorn?” Galadriel asked evenly. “Are you going to return to your Kingdom or continue your journey North?”
Aragorn met the Lady’s gaze. “I am planning on riding to Imladris and returning to Gondor after that, with my husband and my child”, he replied, his tone determined.
“Then you should understand that things are not the way they were before. Legolas may not welcome you with open arms; you have caused him great grief in the past. He will want to know what has changed since then, if indeed anything has changed; how can he be sure that he will not be pushed aside and that you will not take your anger out on him again.”
“I have given them much thought”, Aragorn admitted. “There is no way I am ever going to hurt my beloved again; I will devote my life to loving him and Eldarion. What happened between us was due to lack of communication and understanding; I never stopped loving him, even if I didn’t understand him. But pray tell, Lady, how is it that you know of what has happened between me and my husband?”
“My mirror shows many things”, Galadriel answered, “this you know, son of Arathorn. I have seen this a long time ago. I have also seen that there is another in Legolas’ life now; an Imladrian Elf.”
“What Elf?” Aragorn forced the words out of his mouth. “What does that mean? Surely you do not insinuate that Legolas has taken another lover!”
“There is an Elf, Randír, who has fallen for the fair Prince. His intentions are honourable, I assure you, and he doesn’t wish to hurt Legolas”, the Lady replied.
The Man was robbed of words. Someone else was courting Legolas, trying to win his favour – and his heart. I shall be damned if I let someone steal my husband from me, he thought angrily. It is my child that rests in Legolas’ womb; my firstborn son and my heir.
“Aragorn.” Galadriel’s voice was sympathetic. “I know that your mind is in turmoil, but I am asking you to keep in mind that Legolas is very vulnerable right now. He strongly believes that you no longer love him, and that he will never see you again.”
“That couldn’t be farther from the truth”, Aragorn exclaimed fiercely. “I realised only after Legolas’ departure how much I love him and how important our marriage is to me. He is my life. No one can ever replace him in my heart. And my unborn son…” His voice broke down and he had to clear his throat before continuing. “I will do anything he asks me to do. Losing Legolas is not an option; I cannot and will not live without him. There must be a way to win his heart back.”
“Then, Aragorn son of Arathorn, you should make haste and ride to Imladris. You need to tell your mate the same thing you told me; that he is the most important thing in your life and that you will never hurt him again”, the Lady of the Wood said solemnly. “Winning back his trust will not be easy, but if you wish for your dream to come true, you must not give up.”
“I fear that this Elf you spoke about has already claimed his heart and there is no room for me anymore”, Aragorn whispered brokenly, “but I cannot help hoping that he loves me still. And Eldarion is my son; I will not have him raised by a stranger. He is mine and Legolas’ and I want him to know that from the beginning.”
“If that is the case, if Randír indeed has your mate’s heart, can you blame Legolas? Does he not deserve happiness after everything he has been through?” Galadriel asked.
Aragorn lowered his head. “If anyone deserves happiness it is Legolas. I have failed him and broken my vow to love him, protect him and keep him from harm. In my heart I know that I do not deserve his forgiveness; and yet I cannot give up hope. ‘Tis all I have left.”
Galadriel’s smile was gentle. “I can see that your love for him is pure. Fear not, son of Arathorn, Legolas has not turned his back on you – yet. But he is confused and heartbroken, and there is someone who cares about him and wants to give him his love and devotion. My advice to you, Aragorn, is that you ride swiftly to Imladris without delay.”
Aragorn was almost afraid to ask. “Have you seen in your mirror what comes of Legolas and myself?”
Galadriel, who had turned to leave, glanced at Aragorn and her lingering gaze gave nothing away. “This question I cannot give an answer to, Elessar. The course of events is yet undecided.”
The King of Gondor bowed down to the Lady of Light. “Thank you, Lady Galadriel, for your wise words. You have given me hope and strength to fight for my marriage.”
“Do not get me wrong, King Elessar.” Galadriel’s tone was suddenly sharp. “Legolas is the Prince of Elves and the fairest of my kin. You have done him wrong and it may not be so easily repaired as you perhaps wish. Without the child he would have died of grief.” Then her voice softened. “Listen to your heart; it will tell you whether you should give up on him or keep trying. This is all I have to say regarding this matter.” With that, the Lady left, leaving Aragorn to his thoughts.
He left the Golden Wood soon after that. He knew that Éomer would understand why he had to leave to Imladris so soon. I am coming, Legolas… I’m coming for you and Eldarion. And I will not let some Elf take you away from me, Aragorn thought grimly.
He wasn’t going to let anyone stop him from reclaiming his mate.
TBC…
A/N: Yay, Aragorn is on his way. :) Please review.