In the Glimmering Caves Legolas looked and looked through crowds of women and children. But no sign of Analise was seen, he knew there was always a chance that she was caught and… no he could not imagine the image of her warm fair skin turning blanch and cold with death. It was too gristly. He wandered and wandered, he knew he should be out there fighting, but he couldn’t not when the safety of Analise was in danger “Analise, Analise!” he called, yearning for a reply in the sweet wholesome voice of Analise, his Analise. His head was fighting it’s own battles, battles against thoughts of her limp body in his structured muscular arms. Fighting against visions of the horrible things the orcs and Uruki could do to her.He went deeper into the caves, deeper than anyone had gone. He knew he must find her, he refused to believe she was dead until he was carrying her body in his arms. The deeper he went though, the more hopeless he felt. His throat was getting sore from many screams of “ANALISE!” His elf legs were getting weary, and that was saying something for an elf. He collapsed from weariness and hopelessness. He had gone too far, if he was tired there was no way Analise would have made it. He got up to look back and go back to the battle, and as he looked back into the looming corridors he realized something very important, he had not marked his steps, therefore he was lost. “Oh no, no no no no no.” He said, his head starting to become light and dizzy. He wandered through corridors that looked mildly familiar trying to go back to the battle outside. His vision was getting fuzzy and there was a strange taste in his mouth. All at once he realized what was happening. Cave gases he thought I went so deep that I have begun to inhale the poisonous gases in the caves. Although he was immortal and could not die from these gases, they would give him a hell of a sickness that could spread to others. He walked a little longer and closer to the head of the caves, before passing out and succumbing to blackness for the second time that night.
It had been a few hours before someone found him. A someone who just so happened to be the same stranger who saved him when he was surrounded by the Uruk hai. The clocked stranger dragged his limp body to a place closer to the populated part of the cave. The stranger withdrew his coat and placed Legolas onto a cot that was used for hurt soldiers or elderly who were in need of rest. The stranger started to tend to him with many herbs and potions. Then left Legolas to rest as he went to collect more herbs from the stocks.
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