towerofanimus | (no subject)

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Characters: Legolas, Haldir, Gandalf
Setting: Backdated to after Something Unexpected...
Format: Either.
Summary: Legolas returns from the admin levels with his arm bloodied and useless so he asks Gandalf and Haldir to kill him.
Warnings: Character death.

Legolas waited in the elevator until it reached his dorm floor, cloak hanging over his bad arm and carefully wrapped around the injury to prevent blood from dripping onto the floor. Already the forest colored fabric was stained red though, his arm hanging uselessly at his side. He wasn't sure if he was in shock or if his nerves had been damaged but he could barely feel his arm anymore. If only his companions hadn't been so careless when they had entered Riki's room, this might not have happened. That he'd even managed to survive was a miracle. Not that the miracle would last very long.

Haldir. Get Gandalf.

He called out to his companion with his mind as he pushed open the door to his room. Thanking whoever could hear his prayers, he went further inside and collapsed onto his bed, hissing as pain suddenly filled his senses. That answered whether he was in shock or not.

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Please hurry, Haldir.

He normally wouldn't beg but this was Haldir. And for once pride wasn't going to stop him from seeking help considering the condition that Riki's security system had left him in. Sephiroth and Riku hadn't had quite so much difficulty with the constantly shifting gravity. Legolas couldn't do what they were capable of though. Which resulted in Riki's lasers cutting his nearly to ribbons.

Not seeking help would only irritate Haldir and Gandalf. And he doubted either of them could do anything about the damage. His arm was useless, he could barely bend his fingers and he was sure that his suffering was passing through their link.

Edited 2013-03-28 06:04 (UTC)

Gandalf's appearance cooled some of his worry, but not by much. Judging from the distress within Legolas' tone, something dreadful happened. Haldir didn't put it past the Administrators to torture any of them, especially now that their only benefactor had been slain. If only they knew about the peril Dax faced on the account of their sake; then maybe the man would still be alive. That's a truth that Haldir had to reluctantly accept along with the chance of Legolas never returning to Animus.

"He has returned." The marchwarden said with great urgency. "Legolas has returned and he's in grave condition." He knew those words alone would be all that he needed to prompt the wizard into action. It's not very often that Haldir sought his aid, but now he does.

"Come."

He frowned deeply at Haldir's word and sighed. That sounded bad, especially if they had come to see him. Last time neither of them had been so open about expressing their misadventure.

Gandalf threw the pipe on his bed and quickly grabbed his staff before storming out from the dorm, following the marchwarden. Legolas had not been gone for so long and Gandalf had not imagined something may have happened to him. Given the situation, he doubted Legolas recklessly ran into danger, leaning toward thinking the tower was behind what predicament he was in.

"Did he say what happened exactly?"

Gandalf spoke in a quiet yet strong voice, right now he expected the worse.

Legolas was quiet then, not calling out to Haldir any more than he had. Right now he wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep but he knew that he couldn't. He had to stay awake for Haldir and Gandalf. So, while he waited, he carefully reached to untie his cloak from where it was tied around his injured arm so that they wouldn't have to, so they wouldn't have to worry about hurting him more.

When they would make it though, he'd left his door open. He wasn't sure that he wanted to get up from his bed again if he didn't have to. Any other time it would be considered laziness. This time, not so much. And at least his cloak was untied now, but he kept his arm covered.

Haldir spared the wizard another glance. "He hadn't been forthright as of what has transpired." The elf answered with some hastiness in his tone. It would only be about a matter of minutes before they both reached Legolas's room. Only then would either of them realize the severity of the younger elf's wounds.

"His spirit fades, Gandalf." The marchwarden announced once he spotted an open door further up the hallway. Leaving the wizard in his wake, Haldir peeked into the room to find Legolas cloaked within his own blood. "Here!" He waved towards Gandalf before rushing inside the chamber.

"Legolas?" He could sense that his spirit was weak.

Gandalf sighed and shook his head, but pursued his way behind the marchwarden without another word. His spirit faded. Again, such a terrible event had happened many times to the eleven prince already. But as he deduced earlier, this time was probably not because of his own recklessness. There was nothing he could do until he would see the elf by himself.

When Haldir entered the chamber, Gandalf followed him at a steady pace but was probably notable calmer than Haldir. Once again spoke no words, his face grave. By now he had a pretty good idea of what to expect and nothing he could say would make the situation better for now.

Legolas leaned up with his good arm, his other unmoving, and gave Haldir a small smile. The prince tried to put on an air of calm but the sudden throb of pain in his arm put a stop to that before it could be effective. Sitting up all the way, he adjusted his cloak to better cover the bloody mess of his injured arm.

"I'm sorry to have called out like that."

And he was, he didn't want to worry anyone. Although it would have only been worse if he had died and they found out later, choosing to scold him for his distrust or recklessness. Neither of which were true. It was someone else, two in fact. One being semi-careless and the other losing his temper.

"I had a bit of an accident in the administrator levels."

'Bit' being subjective and not at all accurate.

Haldir's heart sank when he saw Legolas. Blood dripped down the elf's mangled arm and onto the fabric of his tunic. He looked pale due to the loss of blood and somewhat gaunt. Without a word said, Haldir raced to Legolas's side to examine the wound. It was dire. Haldir could almost see the very bone within his arm. Something or someone butchered Legolas almost to the point that the very flesh of his arm had been carved off. The wound itself was far too ghastly to describe, but Haldir didn't blink an eye. If he allowed his emotions to claim him now, then Legolas's life would surely be lost.

"Don't try to humor me." Haldir grumbled in prime annoyance. "You grow paler by the minute." Trying to see if he could stop the bleeding by securing a cloth around the upper part of the elf's arm, Haldir then turned to Gandalf for aid.

"He'll perish." The marchwarden said as he tried to clean the wound with an homemade tonic he uses. "That is if we do not act quickly." He still had blind hope that Legolas would live.

"..."

Gandalf said no words, however the odds of saving Legolas were low and at this point he was pretty certain the prince himself didn't want to survive this wound-- Would he survive by miracle? He would be be suffering from grievous wounds, a thing one couldn't survive with in this tower. He sighed, all they could do at this point was ease his passing.

When Haldir spoke, the white wizard slowly put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

"We will act quickly--" he then turned "Legolas. Is this what you desire?"

There was a sharp gasp of pain from the younger elf as Haldir tried to stop the bleeding, fingers twitching but otherwise still. Out of instinct, Legolas tried to cringe away from the pain and hug his arm to his side as he had while coming back up from the admin levels. How could he admit to Haldir that he didn’t think his arm could be saved? That he didn’t think there was much point in keeping him from dying that this point? Loss of his arm would leave him without much ability to defend himself, placing Haldir or another in danger to protect him. He couldn’t draw him bow to hunt. Legolas would be a liability. And he knew that, he’d had time to consider his options while coming back upstairs.

And suddenly he regretted not going straight to Gandalf. He hadn’t wanted Haldir to react like this. To argue his decision as he knew that the march warden would. Looking to the wizard, Legolas gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head: No.

Leaning over the Haldir, brushing his good hand through the hair of the other elf, Legolas spoke softly.

“Haldir, love… I was dead the moment that Riki’s lasers first tore into my arm. I can’t move my fingers and I’ve lost most feeling in the rest of my arm but for the sheer agony of sudden movements. I was a fool, wandering down to the administrator section with the others. My curiosity has killed me.”

With that, he pulled Haldir into a one-armed embrace. Filling it with what love he could, telling Haldir that it was okay and that it was better like this. Better that Haldir not worry for his safety or place himself at risk to ensure it.

“Gandalf… I need your help. That’s why I asked Haldir to bring you. I… cannot do this on my own.” He hadn’t the strength or courage to end his own life. Even when he knew he’d wake up the next morning.

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