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Assistant: Title: Legolas' struggles
        Author: Therese_of_the_Woodland_Realm Therese_of_the_Woodland_Realm 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: The title says it all: Legolas struggles to contain his bladder on the fellowship's journey from Moria to Lothlórien.Disclaimers:-Tolkien characters and universe- Omorashi-fanfic- It's been a couple of years since I have posted in this fandom, so I feel a bit out of shape :)Enjoy!
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              The title says it all: Legolas struggles to contain his bladder on the fellowship's journey from Moria to Lothlórien.Disclaimers:-Tolkien characters and universe- Omorashi-fanfic- It's been a couple of years since I have posted in this fandom, so I feel a bit out of shape :)Enjoy!
            
        


  





    
        
          The silence was deafening among the fellowship. They had just lost Gandalf in the mines of Moria, and the narrow escape into the light was a mournful relief. Tears had been shed outside the gates of Moria, especially among the hobbits.“Give them some time to grief!” shouted Boromir almost despairing himself, when Aragorn told the fellowship to move on. The hobbits had lost themselves to grief and the fellowship was more vulnerable than ever – especially without the leadership of Gandalf.“Legolas, get them up” said Aragorn seemingly insensitive to their grief, and Legolas pulled the hobbits from the ground knowing that Aragorn felt just as much pain.Legolas himself felt empty and grievous. He couldn’t shed tears though. He didn’t even remember when the last time he cried was – it would have been ages. Elves felt pain just as much as others, but their years of living made them unlikely to despair as the mortals did. As immortals they had seen too much death and destruction to despair. The grieve was still there though, and Legolas felt just as helpless as the hobbits. His mind spun with thoughts and pictures of goblins and Gandalf falling into the abyss. He had sacrificed himself for the fellowship, and the troubles of their quest still lied ahead.“We are going to Lothlórien” concluded Aragorn, and no one questioned his decision. Most of all because none of the fellowship had the strength to do so, or any better idea that is. Their travel through Moria had been long, and the fights had torn the strength from the fellowship. Boromir, a strong fighter, was visibly drained – and Aragorn, the Strider with unmatched endurance, took heavy steps. Even Legolas, the lightfooted and energetic elf, felt down. Even though elves felt their needs differently than men and hobbits, the needs still needed tending to. Lembas-bread could still the hunger for a long time, and water was as necessary for all. Sleep was less critical for Legolas, even though his heightened senses drained a lot of energy. Lack of sleep and rest were the biggest problem for the others, but for Legolas his body protested about not having another need met. His bladder was strenuously full, but he was feeling too low to tend to it.“We need to move” continued Aragorn – “The goblins might follow us if we stay here, and other foes will follow suit”.“They sensed its power” said Legolas more to himself than to the others – “The balrog sensed the presence of the ring”.“The dwarfs awoke the balrog ages ago” said Aragorn, and gestured the direction of their journey with his arm.“Yes, I realise” replied Legolas, “they dug too deep in their greed, but still… I felt the balrog’s desire for the ring”.Frodo walked away from the fellowship. He was eager to put some distance to the others. Aragorn looked at Frodo, and the others followed his gaze.“You may be right” said Aragorn, “and if so the perils we will suffer by staying here will be even greater”.“We need to move” agreed Legolas, even though nothing in his body wanted anything but rest. His bladder needed rest soon, thought Legolas, but a few hours of strain would be durable. It was necessary at least.They set off without another word, and everyone seemed lost in thoughts for the next hours of travel. The walking worked like medicine on their minds. Their sorrow seemed at distance, and their grief and exhaustion appeared to be briefly forgotten. Only Legolas was constantly reminded of his need, because he felt every bump and jump while walking over blocks of rocks. He had to step carefully to not jostle his bladder too much, and Aragorn noticed that Legolas seemed to struggle to keep up. Normally he would be slightly ahead of the fellowship, but now his senses were preoccupied. Aragorn knew elves well, and he knew that their grief was felt deeply though concealed. He allowed Legolas the privacy to grief, and didn’t realise that Legolas rather needed the privacy to something entirely else.They still had a long journey before them, and Legolas felt his heart pump in his chest. He needed to p@ss badly now, and his bladder felt tight and exposed under his clothes. His entire body was tense, and the tension showed in his steps, which were becoming increasingly stiff. Aragorn observed his friend carefully. The stiffness was unfamiliar – elves were strong fighters, yes, but normally easy and elegant, and Legolas was even more so him being an elven prince. Legolas had planned to relief himself when they reached Lothlórien, and had thought it possible to hold it until their arrival. He was doubting that ability now, even though he knew he could hold on for some hours more. It would be uncomfortable, yes, but manageable if they didn’t have to fight or run. None of the other members of the fellowship noticed Legolas’ struggle. They were too occupied with their own exhaustion, and their own thoughts. It came as a surprise, when Legolas spoke:“Aragorn, can we stop and rest?”Aragorn kept walking and thus did also the rest of the fellowship. “We need to keep moving” – replied Aragorn, “we need to get to Lothlórien before dusk, and I’m afraid we are already too slow”.Legolas heart sank, and he squeezed his thigh as the need intensified for a second with the rejected relief. His body felt full of urine from tip to toe, and more hours of this feeling would be agonising. Aragorn had shot a look at Legolas, and noticed his brief pained grimace.“Mellon nin” said Legolas, and spoke in elvish instead of the common tongue to not let the others know of his predicament, “I need a break”.Aragorn studied Legolas – he wouldn’t normally be the one to insist on a pause. “We all do, mellon nin” he replied.“Aragorn” insisted Legolas and admitted; “I need to relief myself”.That surprised Aragorn who knew elves well. He knew both that elves could put off needs for a prolonged time, and also that their pride often would prevent them from uttering the need in the open.“You can not wait?” asked Aragorn genuinely. To him it was highly unlikely, that Legolas could not wait.“It’s very urgent, mellon nin” replied Legolas truthfully. Gimli looked questioning at them, wondering why they had to speak in their foreign tongue. Aragorn picked up his shameful tone, and realised that Legolas confided something very private to him now.“I believe you, Legolas. But it’s critical that we keep moving. Hold it for as long as you can, and let me know again if it’s impossible”.Aragorn hoped that he would let him know if that was the case, because Legolas’ stiff walk indicated that it might soon be. Still Aragorn would rather, that Legolas put it off for as long as entirely possible. If they stopped, everyone would have to rest and it would be hard to get going again.“That will be soon” said Legolas honestly, and Aragorn felt sorry for his friend. He had never heard him speak like that before, and Legolas would truly need to be bursting to expose himself like this. Still ‘soon’ for an elf could means hours, and they just needed hours.They kept moving. Boromir and Gimli leading them forward, with the hobbits in the middle, and Legolas in the back – now with the company of Aragorn, who kept an eye on the elf. Legolas was out of breath, luckily something that only Aragorn noticed. His bladder was screaming for relief, and his body tingled as every step almost pushed the p@ss out of him. It was a long time ago he last had to p@ss this urgently, but he had had to go worse than this, and knew he wouldn’t lose control yet. This knowledge comforted him, and he moved on with the occasional reassuring stroke of himself. Aragorn too was confident that Legolas would manage, as elven pride would completely prevent him from losing control. He had noticed how Legolas squeezed himself from time to time, which was shocking because he had never seen an elf do that – but not enough to make him truly concerned – Legolas just did what he had to do to hold.“How are you holding up, Legolas?” asked Aragorn in the common tongue. It spiked Boromir’s interest, and Gimli looked knowingly at Legolas.“I can not wait much longer” replied Legolas in elvish, and slightly annoyed that Aragorn had spoken for the others to hear - “I will p@ss if I sneeze”.The last bit surprised Aragorn enough to make him uneasy.“Lothlórien is near” he replied and smiled, “don’t sneeze”.Legolas was too concentrated to smile back.Not more than an hour had passed when Legolas had to suppress a moan. Aragorn looked questioningly at him, and was for the first time worried as he saw Legolas squeeze himself and keep his hand in place.“It’s now, Aragorn” gasped Legolas, and stopped in his tracks – “it’s coming out”.Legolas managed to stop the flow that had begun, and Aragorn realised that they were stopping now if he wanted to or not. But before he could say anything another voice spoke and they were surrounded by taut bowstrings. Elves. Legolas had taut his bow too and pointed it at a foreign elf. The movement had been autonomous, but the strain had almost made him lose control. A few drops escaped him, but his bow didn’t falter.“What are you doing in our lands?” asked the foreign voice bows still taut.“Haldir, mellon nin” greeted Aragorn as he recognized the voice. “Aragorn” said the elf surprised, and the two men greeted each other. The elves all lowered their weapons, Legolas included, and he crossed one leg over the other in an effort to keep control.“We need protection…” Aragorn explained, and the fellowship was led further into the lands of Lothlórien.“Aragorn” Legolas said, and didn’t need to say more.“We are inside soon” replied Aragorn reassuringly.“You have been here before?”“Yes, long ago, but I remember the way”“Once inside, you need to show me where I can relief myself. I’m not going to make it much longer”.“I promise, mellon nin”.The other elves would have understood them, but they didn’t comment. As elves Legolas’ situation would have been clear to them. He was tense unlike any elf, and he kept his hand close to his groin to clench down when the need spiked dangerously.Inside the halls of Lothlórien the fellowship was set to wait for the Lady to greet them. Legolas couldn’t stand still, and he had caught the attention of everybody as it was. Gimli smirked knowingly, and Boromir was clearly doubting what he was seeing – as were the hobbits, but they were entertained by the sight, whereas Boromir was disturbed.Legolas moaned loudly and caught Aragorn’s attention. His need had spiked again, but this time his hand hadn’t been enough to stop a stream from spurting out. It showed instantly on his breeches, and Boromir dropped his jaw in disbelief.“I will humiliate myself, my king and my land” cried Legolas also in disbelief– “Aragorn now!” he shouted in the common tongue.Aragorn jumped into action when he saw the dark lines on Legolas’ breeches broaden. “This way” he shouted, and pushed Legolas gently in the right direction. Legolas all but ran stiffly but determined, and they disappeared behind a wall. Aragorn or the others for that matter had never seen an elf desperate. The sight was alarming, but intriguing.“Around the corner” said Aragorn, and hoped that Legolas would manage.Legolas on the other hand was already opening his breeches, and heat rose to his face.“Here” said Aragorn and opened a door. Legolas flew inside, and Aragorn made sure to close the door behind him to give him some privacy.Not long after Legolas came back looking much more relieved. He was poised, but smiling shyly.“Thank you, my friend” he said but couldn’t look Aragorn in the eyes.“Don’t be ashamed, Legolas. I’m sorry for making you wait so long”.Legolas just nodded in reply.“Let’s go back” said Aragorn and patted Legolas friendly on the back.'
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