Healing: Part I
Legolas didnít see the arrow. One second he was firing arrows
as fast as he could at the band of orcs he and his scouting party
had stumbled upon, the next he was pinned to the tree he stood
beside by an arrow through his right shoulder. His arrow dropped
from suddenly numb fingers. He dropped his bow and wrapped his
left hand around the arrow, tugged at it, but it wouldnít come
free. Blackness was closing in on the edges of his vision.
Just as Legolas lost consciousness, two of his companions
reached him, one catching him. The other cut the arrow loose
from the tree and Legolas was lifted into his elder brother's
arms and then the elves were vanishing into the shadows of
Legolas brother, Vandacalimon, eased him to the ground. The
younger elf was still unconscious. Vandacalimon grabbed his
nearest companion, Eruanno. "Run ahead as fast as you can and
tell the healers to be waiting." He broke off the haft of the
arrow, causing Legolas to moan, but he didnít regain
consciousness. "Give them this. Go!" Eruanno took the broken
arrow and ran.
Vandacalimon turned back to his brother. "Legolas?" He checked
the wound. There wasnít much blood, with the rest of the arrow
haft still in place, but that wasnít what worried Vandacalimon.
It was the fact that orc arrows were often poisoned. These
arrows were also barbed down the haft, to make them very
difficult to remove. He picked his brother up and signaled the
rest of the party they were moving on.
"Hold on, Legolas. Please, hold on." But his brother lay
silent and still in his arms, head on Vandacalimonís shoulder.
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