Title: Repetitive

Rating: T

Genre: Humor

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings… yet…

Summary: Because one can only contemplate life and death so many times in one week.

Note: Written to get me back in the hang of writing. I hope you enjoy!

It happened again. Of course it happened again it happens every single time we walk out the bloody door. I've really stopped being surprised by it it's so… routine. Legolas and I get out of Rivendell we get attacked by orcs, one of us is poisoned, and the other spends a night trapped somewhere worrying about the other and going into deep contemplation about how much we mean to each other. Usually I'm the one that does the contemplation and this time was no different. We went out, were attacked. And now, I'm trapped in the middle of nowhere in a cave to small for me to sit up straight, with a leg cramp, and a half dead wood out bleeding all over my new tunic, and I'm bored!

Legolas isn't being much help either all he can do is moan pitifully and toss and turn while I try to 'sooth' him. Of course our horses started and ran off most inconveniently (like always) which is strange because you think they'd get used to this too, however they took all of our supplies with them so I had to rip up my cloak to bandage him up. I'm cold. It's not like he even needs it, what with him sweating the way he is… and I have to wipe it off with my own hand…

You probably think I'm horrible. Naughty Aragorn, you should love Legolas, he's you're 'soul brother'… well brother or no I'm sick of this. I can only do it so many times in one week and six is too many… (Three times in one day on Thursday) … it's horrid. On top of everything else, I have to answer nature's call… badly… and when you have a dying Eldar on you're lap, twisting and turning on you're bladder it's hard to feel sympathetic.

Now it's raining. He moans and thunder crashes. This is usually the time when he'll hit fever's peak and ramble madly and shake and make a pitiful little picture while I smooth his hair and whisper smoothing words… oh… there he goes… I wonder what would happen if I didn't do anything. If I just sat here and let him tire himself out. I won't though, don't wanna tempt fate no matter how annoying it's been this week.

"Shh… it's okay… I'm here… You are safe…"

"Uggh…"

"Shh…OW"

He hit me! I was trying to help him and he hit me! That does it… storm or no we're speeding this up… I'll just make it more dramatic and carry him (as always) still shaking and shivering. I always do, I'll just do it sooner. He got shot in the same place, left shoulder right above his heart, always does. I'm beginning to wonder why he doesn't just wear armor there… quiet annoying really I'll have to mention something about that to him… there we are all ready to set out…

The only real good thing about this happening to often to Legolas is he's really light. It's kind of like carrying a blanket, warm and not very heavy. He can't carry me so I usually end up being dragged along on something while he gets his own nice little personal toting service.

I guess it's for the better. This happening. Ada always says things happen for a reason and maybe this is to prepare us for some greater journey that will determine the fate of middle earth later on… ha… that's a thought. The two of us running about Arda trying to destroy some great evil… I'll bet you anything I'll end up carrying him home. Even if Ada is right and this is good for us I really wish it would stop or at least lighten up… I mean contemplation is alright on its own… but I just wish all of our little outings weren't so … repetitive.