(A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first fanfic, so if you review, please be
nice.)
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As the company made its way to Lothlorien, Frodo constantly shot glances up at Legolas, who was still unconscious and still being carried on the elf Hertho's horse. Upon entering Lothlorien, Frodo and Legolas were separated from the rest of the company and they were taken to Lothlorien's healing house. The rest of the company, led by Haldir, was taken to meet Lord Celeborn and Galadriel, Lady of Light.
At the healing house Hertho laid Legolas on his stomach on a bed with the help of another elf. They carefully removed his shredded, blood stained tunic and shirt and examined the damage. Frodo sat on a chair near Legolas' bed. His feet hanging off the ground. He sat there quietly as another elf, Neithas, removed his shirt.
"You are lucky, little hobbit." Said Neithas, inspecting the cuts left by the whips on Frodo's back. There were only about twelve slashes. Neithas noticed one slash went up on Frodo's neck. Neithas unconsciously grabbed the chain around Frodo's neck and lifted it over his head, removing the chain and ring from him. Frodo looked at Neithas alarmed. The elf noticed this and looked at the ring. Realizing what he had done he gave Frodo a reassuring smile.
"Worry not, Frodo. I do not wish to take the ring from you. I only removed it because it was in the way of your wounds." Said Neithas paying no attention to the swinging ring in his hand, though Frodo eyed it and the elf carefully. "I'll put it on this table or you can hold it if you like. Until I'm finished."
"Yes." Said Frodo. "I'll hold it." Frodo grabbed the ring from Neithas and wrapped his little hand tightly around it. He winced as he felt a paste being applied to his back, but it cooled the burning. Hertho brought a cup to Frodo.
"Here." He told the young hobbit. "Drink this." Frodo took the cup as Hertho walked back to Legolas. He sipped the drink. It tasted somewhat like berries and honey, only more bitter. But he noticed the pain in his back became duller with every sip he took.
Frodo watched Hertho apply the same paste that was applied to his own back on to Legolas' back. Legolas' back was a bloody mess. They had cleaned most of the blood off, but his wounds still continued to bleed. Legolas had endured many more blows than Frodo had. Frodo thought that if he were in this much pain with only a few slashes, he could only imagine the pain Legolas felt. But as they worked on his wounds, the elf never stirred or made a sound.
Frodo thought back to earlier that day. After Gandalf fell at the Bridge of Khazad-dum. When they ran into orcs. And the most unlikely person he would have thought came to his rescue.
(That's the end of the first chapter. The fic is already completed, so you'll probably get a new chapter every day. Please R&R. Thanks.)
As the company made its way to Lothlorien, Frodo constantly shot glances up at Legolas, who was still unconscious and still being carried on the elf Hertho's horse. Upon entering Lothlorien, Frodo and Legolas were separated from the rest of the company and they were taken to Lothlorien's healing house. The rest of the company, led by Haldir, was taken to meet Lord Celeborn and Galadriel, Lady of Light.
At the healing house Hertho laid Legolas on his stomach on a bed with the help of another elf. They carefully removed his shredded, blood stained tunic and shirt and examined the damage. Frodo sat on a chair near Legolas' bed. His feet hanging off the ground. He sat there quietly as another elf, Neithas, removed his shirt.
"You are lucky, little hobbit." Said Neithas, inspecting the cuts left by the whips on Frodo's back. There were only about twelve slashes. Neithas noticed one slash went up on Frodo's neck. Neithas unconsciously grabbed the chain around Frodo's neck and lifted it over his head, removing the chain and ring from him. Frodo looked at Neithas alarmed. The elf noticed this and looked at the ring. Realizing what he had done he gave Frodo a reassuring smile.
"Worry not, Frodo. I do not wish to take the ring from you. I only removed it because it was in the way of your wounds." Said Neithas paying no attention to the swinging ring in his hand, though Frodo eyed it and the elf carefully. "I'll put it on this table or you can hold it if you like. Until I'm finished."
"Yes." Said Frodo. "I'll hold it." Frodo grabbed the ring from Neithas and wrapped his little hand tightly around it. He winced as he felt a paste being applied to his back, but it cooled the burning. Hertho brought a cup to Frodo.
"Here." He told the young hobbit. "Drink this." Frodo took the cup as Hertho walked back to Legolas. He sipped the drink. It tasted somewhat like berries and honey, only more bitter. But he noticed the pain in his back became duller with every sip he took.
Frodo watched Hertho apply the same paste that was applied to his own back on to Legolas' back. Legolas' back was a bloody mess. They had cleaned most of the blood off, but his wounds still continued to bleed. Legolas had endured many more blows than Frodo had. Frodo thought that if he were in this much pain with only a few slashes, he could only imagine the pain Legolas felt. But as they worked on his wounds, the elf never stirred or made a sound.
Frodo thought back to earlier that day. After Gandalf fell at the Bridge of Khazad-dum. When they ran into orcs. And the most unlikely person he would have thought came to his rescue.
(That's the end of the first chapter. The fic is already completed, so you'll probably get a new chapter every day. Please R&R. Thanks.)