OK.....

Nili, you may stop panicking now! The next story is here! LoL!
Exactly...where are those sexy twins when you need them?! Jeez...Elladan and Elrohir..what good are they? lmbo jk
*pats Estel on the head "don't worry about it, hon....all you have to do is be in my stories. Don't worry about reviews and stuff."*
YAY FOR FISHIES!
well, I'm updating..and I hope you like this story, b/c when you scroll down....YOU will get a big surprise!

Be patient, Lady of Legolas....you shall see! LoL

HaloGatomon! LoL. *watches as Halo shoots Lassemista some threatening looks*
Don't hurt my other reviewers! Lassemista gave me Anduril so I could get hold of Estel! She won him over fair and square....
Like my plot devices, he is mine to give to whom I will...lmbo JK JK JK
I am so flattered...to be compared w/ Cassia's story Black Breath. THANK YOU! Hopefully, this will live up to the angsty expectations ;)

Lassemista, you might wanna be careful w/ Legolas. He is gonna go through a lot in this story...violence may *cough, will cough* occur. Just watch your back! LoL!


This is the sequel to Beneath the Surface. You don't have to read that story in order to understand this one.....but I'd like you to read it, lol jk. Anywayz.....

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any recognizable characters or places....those are Tolkien's...so, don't own, don't sue....you wouldn't get anything anywayz...I'm a poor writer that lives off imagination.

I own the band of Elves that Legolas meets up with..and I OWN RinIauren'...K? Don't make me get into the names.....I'm too lazy to type them. Aight? Aight...lol Just don't use them w/o my permission!

SUMMARY: The road of life has been hard on the two friends, Aragorn and Legolas. Still, they have weathered life's storms, making their friendship a strong bond of brotherhood. But.....
When disaster strikes Legolas, rendering the memories of a friendship that was once too strong to break, useless, how will Aragorn handle it? Will the Estel be able to show Legolas who he truly is.......or will the young Ranger even be able to live through the encounters he will suffer?


DEDICATION:
This story, I must dedicate to a reviewer that has been reviewing ever since (I think this is right...I'm not sure, though) Piercing the Veil. I dedicate this fic to Nili, my fellow Aragorn lover. Thanks to you, Nili, I have some competition in making Aragorn mine, as well as someone to share Estel with. Thank you.

Also, thanks to my other reviewers. I love you guys! *tear, tear...sniffle* lol

Also, I have to dedicate this fic to my sister, Zam Kenobi, who has been my other half, if you will. Thanks, Zam, for everything. May we always be as close friends/sisters as we are now.....so that one day, we, too, may walk the bridge of remembrance happily.


Bridge of Remembrance

"....I don't know who you are, but I'm with you."
-I'm With You, by Avril Lavigne


Ch. 1

Aragorn rode swiftly through the forest upon his strong, faithful steed. Destined for RinIauren', an ancient, Elven bridge that ran over the Anduin, he was ready to arrive at his destination.

There, he was to meet up with his best friend, Legolas Greenleaf, the Prince of Mirkwood.

The heir of Isildur had just stayed the entire winter in Imladris with his Elven family, and was therefor antsy and ready to get out into the world.

Still, though the harsh winter was over, a cold bite still hung in the air, and the tree limbs were still covered with a thick coat of heavy ice, though the snow had melted. That was why Aragorn's journey was taking so long.

Every so often he would have to stop and rest up his horse, who was getting tired more easily due to the cold air he had to rapidly breath in order to gallop at such a brisk pace.

Also, he had to be extra careful. At any point in time, a tree limb, overweighted by ice, could come crashing down on him.

But, the frequent rest breaks didn't discourage the young Ranger. Nothing could....he was ready to finally see his friend, who he looked on as a brother.

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Legolas Greenleaf also rode upon his swift mount, destined for the same place as his Ranger friend.

The tall, Elven warrior had been cramped indoors, as well, and was ready to get out into the world, much like his younger friend.

Though Legolas was mindful of the natural dangers of the icy trees, he was not keeping a keen eye on the branches above him.

As the Prince of Mirkwood rode, a great cracking noise rang through the woods.....

Legolas's head shot up just in time to see a heavy, wooden, ice-laden branch coming straight at him....

Then, everything went black.

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"We should kill him, Dinendal. He is dangerous,"a voice said.

Legolas tried to force his eyes open, wondering who the voices around him were speaking of.....

"Oh, please, Golradir. He is unconscious,"another voice protested.

"Still, the Prince of Mirkwood, with his renowned fighting skills, could be a formidable opponent when he does awake,"yet another voice stated, but this one was more calm.

Legolas forced his eyes open, trying to sort out what he was hearing. Just who were they talking about? A Prince......

Where?

"Ah, sleeping beauty awakes. Welcome back, Legolas, son of Thranduil,"the calm voice stated with a deadly coldness.

Legolas turned to regard the Elven owner of the voice quizzically. "Who are you referring to?"

"Why, you, of course, my *dear Prince*,"the Elf replied sarcastically, arching an eyebrow.

"I am not Legolas, nor am I a Prince...I am—" Legolas stopped himself.....just who was he anyway?

The calm Elf smiled slightly, an evil gleam in his eye. Well, this was an unexpected turn of events.

The Prince of Mirkwood had no idea as to who he was.

The calm Elf drug his companions over to the side.

"My guess is he has gotten hit hard enough to knock what little royal sense he had in his mind out of him. He has no memory."

'What will we do with him, Calaglin?"Golradir inquired.

Calaglin, the leader, eldest, and most composed of the three rogue Elves smiled slightly. The son of the man who had exiled him had come into his hands.............and had no memory of his past. This was most fortunate for him indeed.
"He shall become one of us."

"What? You must have lost what little mind you had, my friend. There is no way—"

"Quiet, Dinendal. He is completely at our mercy. He would believe anything we told him now,"Calaglin interrupted.

The three rogue elves smiled secretively, coldly. Finally, fate was beginning to go their way.

Calaglin turned to the amnesiac Prince. "Well, my new friend. It seems as though you have had quite a bump on the head....let me clear some things up for you....."

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