Healing
By Isilwen
Mithrandir has fallen. They were being followed, for a short time, by Moria
orcs, but at last they have made it into Lothlorien, safely. Likewise, Rúmil
and Orophin had likely taken care of their pursuers by now. Legolas now needed
consolation from his scattered, new feelings, but the rest of the Fellowship
seemed to be feeling the same. Legolas strayed from the Company to find the
members of the Galadhrim that lead them into the city. Haldir, the first guardian
to meet the Company, had shown a mild interest in him during the questioning
on the flet. Haldir found Legolas walking and invited him to his talan.
When Haldir edged closer to Legolas, he sensed his need for comfort.
But that never meant he had to give it to him. Seizing Legolas' hand, Haldir
led him to the bedroom. There, he flung his new prize into the soft bedding.
He held Legolas still with one hand and began to tear at his tunic with the
other.
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No. This wasn't happening. This wasn't what he wanted. Legolas sought
Haldir out for comfort. These new feelings of loss were unbearable since
Mithrandir's passing. His strength was at a minimum and he was tired
from the pursuit into the borders of Lorien.
"No! Haldir, stop," Legolas was powerless underneath Haldir. Whose cruel
lips were colliding with Legolas' until he bled because of it. Legolas was
tired of struggling and out of breath. The merciless elf above him was
taking advantage of his state of distress. Haldir managed to hook a skilled
finger under the leggings and pulled, caressing Legolas' most personal places
when he did so. The blood in Legolas' ears was surging so loud and hard
that he almost missed his chance to break free.
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"Legolas! Where are you?" Aragorn. He was searching for him! Haldir
had to have heard too. His crushing kisses and pawing at Legolas' thighs had
momentarily paused. Legolas took the opportunity to throw Haldir to
the floor of the talan, drew his leggings about himself, and quickly
tied them. While Haldir was still shaking off the shock, Legolas gathered
his torn tunic from the floor and unrolled the rope ladder.
Legolas bounded down the steps and called out to Aragorn, "Here. I am here.
Now go." He grabbed Aragorn's hand and ran. Long and fast. Ran as far
away as he could with Aragorn lagging behind him. Legolas finally stopped
short underneath a very old Mallorn.
"Legolas. Are you all right?" Looking at Legolas' tattered clothing, "Haldir
did this."
"Yes, but . . . " Aragorn shushed him. He knew it. Maybe,
if Haldir knew that he and others were others nearby, he could have prevented
this assault on Legolas, sooner. Drawing the shaken elf into an embrace, Aragorn
noticed the purplish bruise's, marking their way across Legolas' milk white
skin. And then the pattern of red scratches his hips and back.
"It will be okay," Aragorn brushed some tangled, blonde hair behind one
pointed ear, "We can heal. Mithrandir's passing was hard on us all. We can
heal. Together." He enunciated the proposition with a soft kiss on the elven
point of Legolas' ear. "Can you trust me?"
Answering with a kiss on the Ranger's shoulder, Legolas nodded.
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Aragorn took Legolas back toward camp quietly. He tried to think of a way
to repay Haldir for the treatment of his friend. But that would have to wait,
now Legolas needed him. Leaving the half-dressed Elf on the edge of the platform
that was their camp, Aragorn retrieved a pouch from his bags and whispered
some instructions to the elven servants nearby.
"Come, Legolas. Maybe this can be washed from your memory for a while,"
Aragorn took his hand and led him again, and Legolas let himself be led like
a child once more. He could barely feel himself moving, but he knew Aragorn
would take care of him. He always has. Aragorn took him to a nearby river
and rummaged through his pouch.
Legolas finished what Haldir had started, unlacing and removing his leggings.
The water could have been cold, but he could not tell. Legolas took
a piece of soap from Aragorn, and washed his lithe, elven body. Handing it
back to Aragorn later, so he could also wash. Finally, when both were
done, they came out of the water to find fresh towels and clothing laid
out for them.
" I had the servants bring it to us. I guessed you would have liked something
less . . . ripped," Legolas managed a small smile at this, and
Aragorn thoughtfulness, " I had them estimate what would fit you properly."
"You have taken care of me, answered all my questions, but one," this simple
statement grabbed Aragorn's attention.
"And what would that question be?" Aragorn now stood very close to
his friend, he could feel the heat radiate toward him. Legolas, taking
the weather-beaten, familiar face of his dear comrade in his hands, he laid
one, small kiss on his lips.
Aragorn returned the kiss just as gently, then reached into his pouch and
pulled a small phial from it, and handed it to Legolas, "If you desire it."
Legolas lay down gently upon the grass beside the river where he and Aragorn
found much needed comfort in each other.
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Morning soon dawned and the pair walked silently back to camp, an
arm around the other's waist. The loss of Mithrandir and the recent
memories of Haldir's assaults were finally far from their thoughts when they
meet up with the hobbits, Merry and Pippin. They were up to their games as
usual, sweet talking each and every Elf maiden that would pay them any mind.
Sam was by Frodo, conversing with Gimli and Boromir. Everything was
how it should have been, and the Ring was safe.
In a few weeks time, everyone was ready to begin on the last part of the
quest. Leaving the generosity of the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien was tragic,
yet necessary. They all felt the lasting impression that was left on Legolas
and the burden hanging around Frodo's neck. Haldir tried once more to
assault Legolas. And this time, Merry and Pippin came to his rescue. They
had one last bit of fun playing the trick they had been planning for weeks.
Needless to say, it left Haldir too 'tied' up to say goodbye to the Company
at the river. After each member had received their beautiful gift from Galadriel,
they set out onto the river.
To be continued