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Date Posted: 21:37:40 04/07/02 Sun
Aragorn awoke and was suddenley aware that he was lying on his side and that his back hurt like he was being lashed with all the whips in Morder. A gentle hand was applying some kind of ointmen and Aragorn recoiled from it's sting.
"Stay still sire," the voice was young and boyish. "It'll only hurt for a second." Still he squirmed, it really hurt! The voice became fiercer. "Look your majesty, if you don't stop moving I'll have to knock you out again."
"You'll do what?! Who are you? Who's in charge here?" Twisting round he tried to catch a glimse of his torturer.
"He's at it again father," the boys voice said.
"Let me talk to him," a new gruffer voice had entered.
"Beregond?"
"Aye and the one trying to heal you is my son, Bergil."
"Pippin's friend?" This was answered in the affirmative and Aragorn tried to keep still. "Why does it hurt so much? It would be better if you just left me, I'm fine."
"Sire," Beregond's tone reflected what was left of his patience, "It has to remove infection, you were shot, remember?"
Not really. The last few hours seemed hazy. He remembered going out for a strole down to the practice yards, probably where he was now. Then, he fought against another wave of nauser, then he'd been attacked! Yes, it was all clear again.
"Did I get them all?"
"One was dead when we got there, two more we killed and three are now in custody, ready for questioning."
"I'll see to it personally." Aragorn rolled over ingorning the spasms of agony and Bergil's shouts to be careful. His captain of the guard looked slightly pained as he suggested that maybe his majesty would be better suited to go back to the palace, where he could be properly treated and see his wife.
His wife? Of course, Arwen would be worried. Aragorn made to get up and fell back down again. "I think," he said carefully "that you will need to find me a carriage."
Beregond bowed respecfully and left, leaving the king with his disgruntled healer.
"I was only trying to help" the boy muttered.
Aragorn surveyed him. A youth of about 15 years, strong and determinded. "I was wondering if you could help me, Bergil"
"Of course" was the earnest reply.
"Would you like to see Pippin again?" Bergil's face shone.
"I see that you would, so would I but I am unfortunately incopacitated at the moment. It would please me greatly if you could travel to the Shire and fetch Pippin and his friends Merry..."
"Meriadoc the Magnificent?"
"Yes..."
"The one who injured the Witch King?"
"Yes that Meriadoc and Sam and yes that's Samwize Frodo's companion. I have already asked two of my very dear friends, [he stiffened remembering his parting from Legolas] to accomplish this task but," he paused, "I do not believe they will. I know for a fact Gimli [yes Gloin's son] has not left the castle. So I'm asking you, if you father agrees of course."
Beregond had just entered and his stern gaze quenched his son's seemingly unstoppable enthusiasm. "Is it alright with you, captain?"
Not one to speak against his king, Beregond agreed and Bergil left in high spirits.
Aragorn collapsed under the effort of the speech. "I think, he said wearily, "that you will have to carry my out to the carriage. Gods, this is humilating."
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