Title: Fading

Another Co-production with Akasha!!! *hugs *

Pairing: Legolas / Aragorn
Rating: NC-17 overall
Disclaimer: Characters and stuff still belong to Mr. Tolkien. We will 
give everything back after playing.
Warnings: hankys are needed *g * - c/d


Part 2


- 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.


- Legolas -


I cannot bear it. Seeing him lying there, his pale skin shining 
through the dirt of the fighting, all of his strength gone, and still he is 
struggling. He does not give up. I even doubt he knows what 
happened to him. That he is going to..-

I am not able to end the thought. To name it. To fully realize what 
this all means. Although it is too obvious. No one can survive these 
injuries. So many bones broken, tendons torn, and from the thin 
trail of blood that leaves the corner of his mouth, I can tell his lungs 
are hurt. Badly. Just like all of him.

Another tear runs down my cheek. I should not have met his eyes. 
But I did, and he saw it, knows it, and I did not want him to feel fear 
in the end. Not my beautiful Aragorn.

When he tries to move, to get up, I shove my hands under his body 
and press him against my chest. I hold him close to me, stroking 
him, trying to hide the slight tremors that run through my crying 
body, to be strong for him, just as strong as he was for me. Always.

I remember the last time I held him. Hugged him. Not so long ago, 
shortly before we left for the paths of the dead. I can almost feel his 
hands touching me, his strong, rough hands. Ai, how I love those 
hands and the way they touch me, move over my body, explore 
every inch of my skin, on the outside and on the inside. I tremble 
just imaging the way he can tease me with his fingers, arousing me 
in his own special way, and sometimes he can bring me to the 
highest heights just using his fingers.

"Oh, my love.." I whisper, as I pull him closer. Never will we be able 
to make love again. Never will I scream out in joy and ecstasy 
again, after hours of passion and lust. And never will I feel him 
inside me again, taking me, driving me insane, filling me with that 
pure white-hot wave, that always takes my senses away.

Oh, my strong, passionate king.

I feel the cold hand tighten it's grip around my heart. And the tears 
running down my face.

"Le..go..las..."

"I'm here, my love." I manage to utter. "I'm here..." I look at him, 
carefully stroking over his beautiful face. Memorizing every feature 
of him, the light in his grey eyes, the thin lines around them, usually 
full of power and full of life. And now.. full of fear and pain.

"I'm here.." I repeat, lowering my head to kiss his brow. His body 
tightens, as the pain must be growing stronger. I cling to him, 
wishing I could take away his fear, or at least soothe it, for he must 
know by now that his time in middle-earth is spent.

Never in my life have I felt this helpless. I do not know what to say 
to him to make it easier, where to touch him without hurting him 
even more, so I just kneel there holding him, with my lips on his 
brow, hoping, that he won't suffer that much, yet not ready to let 
him go.


- tbc -