Aragorn son of Arathorn woke, his face pale.

In his dream a huge, horrible shadow that stretched vastly across the field were he stood, tall and golden grass bending and dying under the darkness as it crept, like a cat, forward. Screams echoed in the crisp air and one was highlighted in Aragorn's mind. It had a clear, elvish sound to it. Unmistakably Legolas's voice.

Then a deeper, darker voice spoke to Aragorn. "You cannot save him."

Aragorn's body jerked from his control, as if he was a puppet on a string with great, black, evil fingers as a puppet master. Legolas appeared suddenly before him, his face was cut and bruised.

A knife lay on the ground before him and against his will Aragorn bent and picked it up. His legs jerked towards Legolas. The knife in his hand and ready to strike.

Run, he wanted to scream. Go! Run!

Legolas merely stood there, fear in his eyes. Aragorn fought to regain control of his body but his hands still raised the knife, still plunged it into the neck of the elf. Blood spilled over Aragorn's hands, staining his skin with his friends blood.

Confusion shone in Legolas's eyes before the light faded and his body went limp, crumpling to the ground.

He sat up and looked around to reassure himself it was just a dream. Aragorn's breathed a sigh of relief. The elf sat with his back to a tree, watching the man. Question lit his eyes. "Mellon-nin, manen le?" (My friend, are you alright?)

"I am fine Legolas. Merely a bad dream," Aragorn said.

"Go back to sleep human. You need rest," Legolas's eyes glimmered with unsaid words. You need rest-unlike me.

Aragorn lay back down but it took him only moments to realize he would not get anymore sleep that night. The screams of Legolas plagued him when ever he closed his eyes. He knew it was only a dream but the sounds were so real and so chilling that they prevented him from closing his eyes.

Legolas seemed to understand as the ranger got up and walked to his side. "You cannot sleep." The elf stated it as a fact, not a question.

"No."

Aragorn leaned against his friends shoulder and sighed. Legolas played absentmindedly with the mans tangled hair, combing it with his fingers. "Estel?" Legolas asked softly.

"Yes?"

"What was the dream about? Can you tell me?"

Aragorn knew the elf was merely curious but dread filled him as he thought of recalling the horrible nightmare. "I may be able to tell you some of it."

"Was it such a bad one you can only repeat some of it?"

"Yes," Aragorn's said, the memory of his friends blood spilling over his fingers fresh in his mind.

"If you no not wish me you do not have to. I do not wish to distress you." The sincerity in Legolas's clear eyes made Aragorn sigh.

"I am fine."

"Will you tell me?" Legolas already knew the answer was 'yes'.

Aragorn took a deep breath. "I was standing in a field and a...shadow was stretching over the ground, covering the grass, killing all plants it fell across. Screams were echoed across the field. I could not make out who nearly all of them belonged to but they sounded as if the sources of the screams were enduring a world of agony. I knew who one scream belonged to." He did not say anything else for a moment, letting Legolas digest the information. By the look on the elf's face he knew whose scream Aragorn recognized. His arm wrapped around his friends shoulders.

"And...?" The elf asked.

"The dark spoke to me again, telling me I could not save you. And...and then I woke up," he lied.

For a moment it seemed Legolas had seen through Aragorn's lie but then he said softly, "it is alright Estel. There is not evil at the moment. I am here and we are safe."

Aragorn wanted to believe him. "We shall continue to Rivendell at dawn," the human said.

"Rest now Estel."

Still leaning against his friend, Aragorn drifted into a dreamless sleep.