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Recaptured!: 10. Legolas
"Legolas you must wake him." Aragorn was mixing a
paste-like concoction in a small bowl. "This is a strong remedy that will
dull the pain, and he must take it."
"I don't think he wants to wake up just yet."
Legolas sat cross-legged on the table cradling Pippin in his arms. "What
are you going to give him?"
"It is a distillation made from poppies." Aragorn
frowned at the paste. "Very strong, I'm not certain how much to give a
hobbit, it could be quite dangerous."
"Perhaps half what you would give a man." Legolas
suggested looking critically at Pippin and rocking him to and fro in a
half-hearted attempt to wake him. "He is a halfling."
"Yes, I think so too, but it may not be good for his
kind at all. And Pippin is a bit smaller than average for a halfling. Yet I
have nothing else that will ease his pain." Aragorn perched on the edge of
the table and patted Pippin's cheek. "Come on little one, wake up now."
"Why must you wake him at all." Gimli snorted,
"let him sleep."
"No, I have to reset this bone. "Aragorn frowned
at the swollen wrist. "It has already been left for too long. Gimli, you
will have to hold his arm still and I will pull it out straight. It will be
very painful. It will certainly wake him up if nothing else does."
"I am sure it will. Is there no easier way?" Gimli
looked at the Ranger, but already knew the answer.
"Unfortunately not," Aragorn shook his head.
"But this will help." He smeared his finger in the paste and then
pushed it between Pippin's lips, rubbing the mixture over his mouth and tongue.
Pippin frowned at the odd taste and started to wake up. His
eyes opened blearily and he wrinkled his nose.
"Make him drink," Aragorn said and passed Legolas a
cup of water.
The elf held the cup to Pippin's mouth, lifting his head up
slightly with the crook of his arm where the hobbit was cradled. "Perhaps
you had better give me some of your potion as well Aragorn." Legolas
smiled at Pippin's attempts to push the drink away and tucked the small hand
under his arm as he forced the cup back to unwilling lips.
"You are planning to take the pain yourself
again." Gimli shook his head, "I hope you know what you are doing,
"I have done this before," Legolas straightened
his legs so that the others could get a better grip on their patient.
"This little one has been through so much and, although I cannot take his
pain away altogether, by sharing it with him, it is lessened
"Will you take some of the mixture?" Aragorn
offered. "It will dull the pain."
"And my mind as well. " Legolas held his hand up
to the proffered bowl. " No - I can manage without."
"Very well," Aragorn waited while Gimli got a firm
hold on the hobbit's upper body and arm. "But take care Legolas."
Legolas put the cup down and put his hand under Pippin's
head and turned his face to gaze into his eyes again. He glanced quickly up at
the Ranger, "Do nothing until I let you know we are ready," the elf
Pippin was still only semi-conscious but he heard the sweet
elven voice calling to him. 'Pippin, Pippin, are you there?'
'le-le legolas? you back now? sleep go soon. close eyes soon.'
'No Pippin, you have to stay awake. No sleeping.'
'too 'fraid – n-not! not stop, merry gone? please go way
- stop, – sleep soon. . .'
'Wake up Pippin!' Legolas called abruptly. Then more
gently. 'I know that your arm and the bruises hurt, but you have to be brave
and stay awake so Strider can make it better.'
'hurt? hurt arm bad! 'fraid voice bad! bad! talks at i.
make it go legolas. help i merry.'
Pippin's little voice then dissolved into hiccuping sobs.
Legolas was almost at a loss. He could not get the hobbit to
stop crying. He made a decision to go further into his mind and try to absorb
the pain without Pippin's help. Pushing mentally through the muddled mathom
house of the innocent thoughts and incoherent sobs, the elf found a dark abyss
where pain welled up like a black muddied spring. Taking the plunge he sank
himself into the appalling agony that lay there, allowing it to tear at him and
eat into his soul.
'I see why you weep little one,' Legolas made his
whole psychic body ethereal so that the dark agony would drift into him and
leave the hobbit. 'This is almost too great for me to bear.'
Legolas felt the hurt of the wounds and the broken wrist. He
felt the pain of watching Merry suffer. He felt the fear and torment at the
hands of Saruman and the Uruk-Hai. There was a tiny pinprick of light as he
felt Merry's love, which was brutally jolted by anxiety for his cousin's
safety. He felt the pain of hunger and loneliness for Merry and Sam and Frodo.
Legolas drew all the hurts into his mind, shielding Pippin
from their torment and steeled himself for the next hurt he knew was to come.
He signalled to Aragorn and Gimli that he was ready.
A blinding agony ripped through Pippin and then ricocheted
off him into Legolas. The elf lost control and he screamed in the hobbit's
voice. "Eeeeiiiich!" One long, loud piercing cry. Then Legolas felt
he was falling, falling, into a deeper and blacker night than he had ever
Suddenly into the blackness came a snarled and evil voice. 'I
see you, you cannot hide!' And Legolas no longer knew where he was or
what he was doing there.
Before his mind fled away a thought flashed into his
consciousness and he asked the question. 'Who are you and why are you here?'
Aragorn was busy binding Pippin's wrist to a splint that he
had made. The bone had pulled straight and, although still horribly swollen, it
was necessary to set it in that position.
As Gimli held on to the hobbit's arm, he glanced up at
Legolas who was clutching Pippin tightly. The elf's eyes were rolled back in
his head, showing only the whites and his whole body was rigid.
"Legolas!" the dwarf cried urgently, "Aragorn! Quickly, see to
Aragorn turned his attention away from his bandaging and
called frantically, "Legolas? Legolas, can you hear me?" The ranger
was not sure if he did the right thing, but he prised Pippin out of the elf's
grasp and lifted the hobbit off the table, putting him on the floor next to
"Legolas!" Aragorn slapped the elf sharply across
the face and then backhanded him across the other cheek, desperate to get a
reaction. "Legolas, come back!"
The elf suddenly slumped forward and Aragorn caught him by
the shoulders. "What happened?" The ranger asked as soon as he could
see Legolas's eyes focus again. "Why were you in that condition?"
"What condition?" Legolas was gasping for breath.
"You couldn't see us, or hear us." Aragorn
steadied him as the elf grasped the ranger's forearm.
"Th- there's something…" Legolas seemed stunned
and lost for words.
"What? What is it?" Aragorn shook him slightly.
"Black… there is something… someone in Pippin's
mind." Legolas was finding it hard to focus. "It's why he sleeps,
because then it leaves him alone. It is not the physical pain that makes Pippin
cry. I met a presence that was so terrifying I could not think or see or
feel." Legolas's voice fell to a whisper. "A great lidless eye, never
sleeping, all seeing."
"So what Pippin told you of the Nazgûl coming for him
and Merry is caused by this presence in his mind?" Aragorn still held the
shaky elf steady.
"This is something that Saruman has done to him?"
Gimli stood over Pippin with his axe. "I'll break the necks of anyone who
comes to take him!"
"I fear your axe will be of no avail, Master
Dwarf." Legolas shook his head sadly. "Pippin is already a captive of
the Dark Lord, He has claimed him."
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