"Legolas."
The elf turned his head slightly towards his friend upon hearing his name. He called back to him but the shadowed form remained facing the wall and sleeping gently. Even when the ranger managed to drift into sleep, his thoughts were always of battle and fear. No doubt he was trapped by some Orcs, calling for his friend to release a sure and steady arrow. Legolas turned back to the warmth of the fire; his eyes tensing with the sudden bright light against the cold night.
He was glad to be here even if he was not at rest. Elves do not need sleep and should they choose to, it is but lightly. By now, Legolas was used to patiently waiting while Estel regained his strength. They had no immediate plans to move on from here. The prince hoped that their following days would be like the one they had enjoyed that day. The sun had shone for them and the forests had been kind to them. It was a moment of peace that was becoming increasingly rare for both of them.
"Legolas."
He barely turned now, believing it was another part of Aragorn's nightmare but he was startled to look up and find him awake, watching him with a sleepy smile. His hair hung over his eyes: matted and clinging to him in the way that sleep calls for. He held his cloak tightly around himself and sank down to his knees to sit with his friend.
"How long was I asleep?"
The elf pulled his pack towards them and searched through it: fighting with the knots in the drawstring.
"Not long. From the deep black of night."
From the bag he pulled some Lembas bread his father's friends had brought on their last visit. The taste of it always brought a warm feeling to the prince and he had been happy that Aragorn shared his delight in it. Simple fare was welcome to them both when they escaped the opulence that came with their titles. He watched his friend take a bite and then he too ate a little. Legolas would have been contented with the silence they usually held, but he was pleased when Aragorn began to hum a tune. His voice brought comfort to the elf and they sat together, contented.
Legolas knew the song well and his mind filled in the words where Aragorn left them absent. It was an elvish tale that Elrond would sing to them both. Legolas recalled Aragorn as a young child; Estel then. He would sit on Legolas' lap and play with the silvery hair. Aragorn caught his eye then and they smiled, knowing they were sharing in the same memory.