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-Aragorn-


I am surprised how weak my own voice sounds. I just speak one word, his name, but it is enough to hear the shaking clearly. Yes, I am surprised. I don’t think that there is a reason to sound like this. The cave troll let go of me and left, the Valar only know why, but he left. And the pain left with him.

I am alright. I am sure, yes, I am.

I just need another moment to rest and then I can go back to fighting. I need Andúril back, the weight of the metal in my hand. I don’t want my people to fight this battle alone. They need me, because it was me who asked them to go into war for... what? Hope? Glory? Victory? Death?

For Frodo, but the most of them don’t even know that little Hobbit. So I have to be by their side in this fight. There is a sweet taste on my tongue. Tastes like...blood. Whose blood? I am alright. It is not on my lips, but deep in my throat. How can a stranger’s blood get there?

“Do... not... worry... about me... “

By Elbereth, why is it so hard to speak and breath? Confused I look up to meet Legolas’ eyes, still holding his hand, his hand is holding mine.

One look to this beautiful bright eyes, filled with tears, and I know it – it IS my blood I am tasting. But can’t be. No. I am alright and I am going back to fighting. I am sure. I must let him know, to make him stop crying. It nearly breaks my heart to see this tender, but strong creature crying.

I want to sit up. I have to. I want to show him, that I am alright, but a strange power is holding me down. I can’t move. What is this? Why? Another devilry from Sauron? I try again and I am struggling, but before I manage to get up, Legolas’ warm hands press me against the elf’s body, hugging me. Oh, how I love it, when he is doing this.

And now the pain is coming back, worse than before.

- tbc -