Wounded Warrior (Legolas x OC) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1: Rivendell

Arwen rode swiftly into Rivendell with Milgo following closely behind. Over his saddle hung Rushil, still lifeless when Elrond, the lord of the Rivendell elves, came to greet them.

"Arwen," he said, "what news do you bring?"

"Both good and bad, I'm afraid," she replied.

His eyes shifted and rested on Frodo. "I see..."

Arwen slid from her horse with the hobbit in her arms as Milgo snorted and kicked a cloud of dirt into the air with his hoof, growing restless. "This hobbit needs rest and a healer immediately."

"And Rushil?" Elrond untied her arms and took the limp body into his arms, looking down into her pale face.

"She gave much of her life for the hobbit who left little to spare," Arwen replied. She hurriedly walked up the steps into town, worry event in her tone. "I'm afraid there might not be enough left to sustain her."

Hearing this, Elrond ran up the steps as fast as he could but every second that passed seemed to steal more color from Rushil cheeks. He dodged between the elves in his path. A few recognized his urgency and brusquely stepped aside, ultimately allowing him to quickly reach the Houses of Healing. "This warrior needs attention immediately!" was his cry for help.

Several healers rushed his aid and took the limp body from his arms. They then carried Rushil through a pair of doors. Lord Elrond tried to follow, but two elves moved to block his path. "I'm afraid no one besides the healers can enter, Lord Elrond," one of them apologized.

"But do be assured that we will inform you of any information we can concerning your friend," the other tried to comfort him but this only increased his fury.

Trying to maintain his composure, Elrond turned on his heel and left the Houses of Healing only to storm angrily down the halls of Rivendell until he saw Arwen again.

"How is Rushil?" she asked eagerly but as she looked into his eyes, she wasn't sure if she should have asked.

"I don't know," he answered honestly with clenched fists. "They wouldn't let me see her once they took her to be examined."

Seeing his pain, Arwen placed a hand on his cheek compassionately, "I am sure she will feel no pain if she passes, however painful it will be for the rest of us."

"I know," Elrond gently took his daughter's hand into his own. "I just cannot help but feel as if I am losing another daughter." He looked into her eyes lovingly, "I love her as I love you and have always felt like a father to her."

"And I love her as my sister but we cannot change the future, Father. Rushil has been a good friend and a marvelous warrior. She has the heart of an angel and the courage of a lion. I know she does not fear death."

"Then I shall fear it for her . . ." Elrond replied gravely.

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The room was quiet when Rushil opened her eyes, not recognizing the ceiling that blurred before her. When her eyes finally adjusted, she saw the white color that covered it. Is this what heaven looks like? I was expecting something more bustling and filled with singing . . .

Rushil tried to move her arms, but they disobeyed her bidding and stayed where they were as if some invisible force was holding them down. She then tried wiggling her fingers.

Her thumb twitched in response.

Great. I'm in heaven with every part of my body paralyzed besides my thumb.