When Aragorn was out of the forest he quickly realised he had a lot of plains to cross. He looked around him for any signs of danger, and his gaze landed on the tree they was sitting under earlier, and the half of the cloak he forgot about when they had ran away.

Aragorn slowly kneeled down so he wouldn't accidentally drop Legolas again and lay him down, covering him with the fabric. He checked the elf's pulse and breathing, and was worried to feel that the pulse was weaker. He lifted him up again, resting his head against his shoulder. If he was to travel hours in the cold he could at least be as warm and comfortable as possible.

The elf was far to pale for the human's liking, and his breathing was slower as well as his pulse. It's like he was slowly falling asleep, but never to wake up. His wounds weren't bleeding anymore, but they weren't healing either. Aragorn feared that he was bleeding inside, as he was coughing blood.

He desperately looked around himself again for any signs of danger, but when he found none he continued to run. He was too worried at the moment to check probably. That could be a big mistake.

Legolas unsteady breathing was the only thing that kept him going. As he ran his mind wandered back to his conversation with Boromir he had earlier.

"I won't leave him, I won't let him die I promised!"

"It's a price we must pay."

His thoughts was interrupted when he heard a horn blowing. He stopped running and listened. That was no Orc horn, he knew that. He recognised it so well, but couldn't put his mind to it.

It sounded again, and Legolas whispered something softly, something the ranger couldn't hear. Aragorn leaned down to hear him better, and his blood suddenly lost all its warmth.

"It's the horn of Gondor..."

Boromir. He called for aid.

Aragorn looked behind him, and his eyes widened.
What he saw made his body freeze.

An whole army of orc's was covering the forest, searching every inch of it.
The horn sounded again, but didn't lasted as long. Probably Boromir was running, and was out of breath.

Aragorn didn't know what to do. He didn't understand how he didn't heard the orc's coming.
He had two choices now. He could leave Legolas here a few minutes to try to save Boromir, or he could let Boromir die to save Legolas some time.

Tears fell down his face as he lay Legolas down. He kissed the cold forehead gently and whispered in the pointy ear of the elf.

"I'll be back in a minute love. Boromir needs my aid." He realised how silly it sounded. The one who needed aid was in front of him. But he couldn't leave Boromir to die like that, not after their fight.

Legolas slowly opened his eyes to look at the ranger. When he saw how distressed he was he used all his strength to raise a hand to cradle his cheek.

"Be careful. I'll wait for you..."

Aragorn nodded and tucked the cloak closer around Legolas before rising and running back, his sword already in his hand.

Boromir ran as fast as he could. He didn't really knew in what direction he was running, he just hoped it was away from Aragorn and Legolas. Maybe he could save them time. When he was far enough away he turned around to fight.

He hoped Aragorn was clever enough to keep running. You see, he wasn't calling for Aragorn, he was calling for the rest of the fellowship. He did care about the elf, and he hoped Aragorn kept running. He really needed aid though, and he hoped that the rest of the fellowship heard him or his journey would probably end there.

An orc's shot an arrow at him, which he dodged, and in one swift motion slit the orc's throat. It felt like slow motion for him. He did a spin before he stuck the sword deep into another's stomach. He met another blade above his shoulder, and pushed it from its hand. When it couldn't defend itself anymore he sliced it's head off.

Aragorn heard the clang of two swords colliding. When he got closer he saw Boromir in the middle of a bunch of orc's, fighting for his life, his back to the ranger.

Aragorn jumped into the fight with a battle scream and directly sliced two heads off. He buried his sword deep in another ones stomach when he heard a bow being pulled, released, and a gasp.
He turned to see Boromir struggle to stay on his feet with an arrow in his chest.

Anger rising in him, Aragorn killed a few orc's by pure rage until Boromir got another arrow in him, this time in his stomach.

Aragorn saw how the Orc stood above the Steward, prepared to kill him right there. He swung his sword down, and Boromir closed his eyes to wait for the last blow which didn't came, instead he heard the clang of metal colliding.

He look up to see Aragorn, fighting the Orc until he finally cut its head of. The ranger look at him, and they share a few moments. Boromir's gaze was clear.

You shouldn't have come. It was a division.

Another arrow hit the already dying man, and he blinked a few times, his vision becoming blurry.

Aragorn killed the last Orc with a battle scream, before he dropped his sword and kneeled beside the dying man, preparing to take the arrows out until a shaking hand stopped him.

"Leave them...it's over..the strength of men fails..."

"No Boromir." Said Aragorn.
"You fought bravely."

"Where is the elf?" Boromir asked, now breathing deeply as if his lungs couldn't take in enough oxygen.

"I left him. He is safe until I return to him."

"No. No he is not." Boromir's eyes showed pure fear.
"Run Aragorn. Now!" He screamed with a surprising strength. "Now!" He repeated when Aragorn didn't made a move to run.

"I'm so sorry Boromir...."

Aragorn felt uneasy about the steward's sudden panic about him leaving Legolas, do he quickly kissed Boromir's forehead and did a 'be at peace' blessing. He took Boromir's sword and placed it in his hand before he stood, and ran, tears in his eyes. He hated himself for leaving his friend to die alone, but had no choice.

Legolas lay in the soft grass, looking where Aragorn had run off. He was smiling painfully. Aragorn, he always ran off to save a friend in need. He would be back soon with Boromir and they would travel to Lothlorien. He could feel it. He would see Haldir again, and his father would lecture him for getting injured in the first place, then he would hug him.

He coughed and could literally feel his throat bleed. He felt the taste of blood in his mouth. He closed his eyes in pain, as his broken ribs were moving inside of him.
Taking deep breaths he tried to calm down, and not panic. It was getting harder to breathe, his lungs couldn't take up enough air anymore.

Footsteps made him look over his shoulder, and he got a hard blow on his forehead, making his eyes roll back into his head, before slumping limp to the ground.
He was to tired to even make a sound. Everything went black, and he couldn't remember anything except being lifted from the ground roughly, and tossed over someone's shoulder, and a voice.

"Now we have a little toy. Elves are funny toys, they don't die so easily."

Aragorn ran as fast as he could. His panic was making his heart beat fast, and he was crying. For both Boromir and Legolas. He couldn't forgive himself if anything happened to his elf while he was gone.

'You left him.' His mind screamed.
'You promised you would never leave him.'

His heart sank to his boots as he saw the spot Legolas has been lying on earlier. It was blood from when he was coughing, and his own cloak lay there. It was a big red stain on the ground beside it, and the ranger didn't want to know how it got there.

Tears already streaming down his face he fell to his knees, cradling the cloak to his face, breathing in the smell of his lover.

He heard footsteps, but couldn't care less. He draw a deep breath, letting it out in a sob desperate enough to break anyone's heart. He was trying to find comfort in Legolas smell, though it smelled mostly of his blood. He had no hope left.

He felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and the very familiar grumpy voice, but this time filled with worry.

"Are you alright laddie?"

Aragorn looked over his shoulder to see Gimli standing behind him.
The hobbits stood behind the dwarf, looking both concerned and scared.

"We heard Boromir call for aid. Where is he?" Asked Sam, worry in his eyes.

"And why are you alone?" His eyes fell to the bloodstains beside the ranger, and his eyes widened.

"Are you hurt?" Ask Pippin concerned.

Aragorn took a deep breath and looked at Gimli, tears steaming down his face.

"The orc's took Legolas..I left him..I promised I wouldn't leave him..Boromir is...dead.."

Gimli's worried face expression changed to one of grief, as he stood and looked out over the plains. The hobbits shoulders sunk, and they sighed sadly. Frodo almost started to cry.

Gimli felt very sad about the elf being captured as a prisoner in Isengard. Even if he and the elf fought a lot, he would never let him be taken into Isengard. That's something he didn't even wished for his worst enemy. He hasn't really got to know the Steward of Gondor, but he felt grief for his death as well.

"Well, let's go save the bloody elf." He growled and tapped the ground hard with his axe handle. The hobbits looked at each other, smiling encouraging though their tears.

Aragorn looked up at Gimli, hope shining in his eyes once more. He quickly dried his tears and rose from the ground, tying the cloak around his waist. Weeping wouldn't help Legolas.

With Gimli and the hobbits he was sure they could do anything. But a thought hit him like a slap in the head.

"Frodo. You can't follow us, you must reach Mordor." Said Aragorn and turned to the hobbits. Frodo looked like he had wanted to follow them, but nodded. He knew the importance of this.

"I'll follow you Mr Frodo." Said Sam and smiled assuring.

"We will follow you Strider." Said Pippin, glancing sadly at his cousin. Merry sighed sadly. Neither of them wanting to leave their cousin.

"No." Said Aragorn.
"Frodo needs aid in Mordor. Follow him."

Knowing better that question it, Merry and Pippin nodded. They were happy to follow their cousin on this dangerous journey, but they were scared for the elf.

"How do we even know he is in Isengard? They could just have...killed him and got rid of him." Said Gimli and Aragorn looked down at him.

"I promised I would do anything for him, and I will. If he isn't in Isengard I have at least tried."

Gimli looked at the man in surprise. He really cared for the elf so much he was ready to die for him.

"What about Gandalf?" Asked Aragorn, feeling uneasy as he couldn't see the wizard. One look, and he understood. He sighed and nodded. There wasn't time for grief now.

They said their goodbyes to the hobbits, and began their long run to Isengard.

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