I know it has been a while and I apologise to all for my absence! I am getting close to finishing my beta work so hopefully there should be more updates from me in the coming months.

Something a little different from me... I have finally gotten around to watching Lord of the Rings and reading the books too so I decided it was time to write a Legolas fic!

All belongs to J.R.R Tolkien

Legolas shifted uncomfortably on his roll mat, rocks digging into his back and shoulders. A wind ripped through the camp and the elf's ears picked up the sound of trees rustling in the distance. He got to his feet and picked out the outline of a small thicket, not far from the camp. Knowing that he would find more rest within the bows of an elm he picked up his bow and blades and headed towards the woods.

"Bân aduial, iphant-pen." Legolas greeted, placing his hand on the trunk of an ancient oak. He allowed himself a small, rare smile when he felt the tree greet him back.

"Talking to trees again mellon-nín?" Legolas had an arrow nocked in his bow and trained on the intruder before the question had even been asked. He raised an eyebrow to see Aragorn stood in front of him with a grin on his face and his hands in the air.

"It is the only intelligent conversation to be had." Legolas replied without even so much as a waver in his hand. "What are you doing here?" He finally asked, lowering his bow and replacing the arrow in his quiver.

"I saw you skulk off." Aragorn replied, lowering his hands, the smirk still visible on his face. "Couldn't sleep?"

"No." The elf replied with a sigh. He placed his hand back on the oak, feeling the soothing waves emanate from the bark. "The insolate dwarf was snoring like a Mûmak."

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Aragorn said softly. The mines of Moria, and the loss of Mithrandir had taken their toll on the fellowship and he hadn't forgotten how much the elven prince hated caves to begin with. Legolas snorted at his friends words.

"I'm fine hanar-nín." He replied. Now it was Estel's turn to snort.

"Please do not insult my intelligence elf." He said.

"I do not insult anything, as there is nothing there to begin with." Legolas countered, raising an eyebrow. The friendly insults, between the two often kept the group amused while on the road and Aragorn was somewhat relieved that the prince was once again in the mood to tease. He had grown quiet after only a few hours within the mines and withdrawn into himself even further when Mithrandir was lost to the Balrog.

"Then I shall leave you in peace young princeling." He said with a smile. He laughed as Legolas's bow was once again raised to his throat. "Oh dear, our poor, young elfling is in a mood." He joked. Legolas drew back the arrow, his eyebrow raised.

"One more insult mellon-nín and I will be forced to shoot." Even with his expression, Aragorn knew that this wasn't a serious threat.

"But you'd miss me too much." He said with a grin. "Who else would you insult?"

"The dwarf." Legolas replied; his bow still trained at his friend's throat.

"More than you already do?" Gondor's heir retorted. The blonde elf lowered his weapon once again before replacing his arrow and leaping gracefully into the tree, disappearing above the leaves.

"Leave me in peace human filth." Echoed the call from the large branches.

"As you wish o' prissy sprite." Aragorn called back up. He grinned as an arrow shot into the ground in front of him. "You missed."

"What a shame." Legolas huffed back down. Estel laughed and turned to go, somewhat mollified by his friend's actions. His elf was finally back.

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Sindarin Translations;

Bân aduial iphant-pen. – Good evening, old one.

Mûmak – Alternative, common name for an Oliphant. (Only Hobbits call them Oliphants).