Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I guess I sort of own the Rhunian's but the place I 'invented' them from is on the map of Middle Earth so neh, they can belong to Tolkien if he wants. Legolas may seem slightly OOC but that'll only be for the first few chapters.

Character Info.

Aragorn: King of Gondor

Arwen: Queen of Gondor

Eldarion: Young Prince of Gondor

Faramir: King of Rohan (I know it's really Eómer according to the appendix but in the film Theodin says that Eówyn will rule in his stead. I went with the movie.)

Eówyn: Queen of Rohan

Legolas: King of Mirkwood

New Characters.

Kaiya: Rhunian fighter

Brayaen: Rhunian fighter

Alamari: Rhunian Princess

Alamaran: Rhunian Prince, twin of Alamari

Re-structured so this is my second try at this story!

Why Do We Fight?

Chapter One, Kaiya.

"We have been fighting them for centuries, Aragorn, nothing will ever change that."

"Legolas do you even know what you are fighting about?"

"It has been going on for so long that not even my father knew what the war was about."

"Then why not try peace?"
"If it were that simple we would be at peace already but they do not want peace. They are brought up to fight, to kill. They have never wanted peace and I doubt that they ever will."

Legolas, Aragorn and Faramir, the three King's of Middle Earth walked through the halls of Mirkwood palace to Legolas's study. They were disgussing the problem of the Rhunian's, the people the Mirkwood elves had been at war with for centuries.

"I still don't understand why you can't organise a peace agreemant," Faramir admitted. Usually his wife Eówyn would be the one doing this sort of discussion but since she was with child long distance travelling was impracticle and so was running Rohan while Faramir helped his friends.

"It's not that simple," Legolas sighed opening his study door only to gasp. There were two figures rumaging through his desk frantically. "What is the meaning of this?" Legolas demanded. The figures jumped and looked at him. One hair flaming red hair, the other black. Both were dressed in dark clothes and armed with wooden staff's. "Who are you?"

"Run!" the black haired one commanded. The red haired one didn't think twice but ran at the window and jumped through it. The black snatched some papers from Legolas's desk and followed.

"Guards! Shoot them down! Shoot them down!" Both men were shocked by Legolas's order and watched in horror from the window as arrows were fired, one hitting the red haired one in the arm, then another in the leg. He fell to the ground but the black continued running. "Dammit!"

"Legolas!" Aragorn gasped as Legolas stormed out, never having seen his freind act in this way. The two men followed the angry King of Mirkwood to where the guards were pulling the red head to his feet. He sagged in the grips, his breathing hitched with pain. They got their just in time to see Legolas slap him sharply. "Legolas what are you doing?"

"Stay out of this Aragorn," Legolas ordered. The red head looked up and in the light all could see he had barely reached his elven maturity. His eyes were filled with pain and hatred as he glared at Legolas before he muttered something in a language unfamiliar to Aragorn and spat on Legolas's face.

"What should we do with the brat my King?" one of the guards holding the red head asked, twisting the arm he held sharply.

"Lock him in the cage, let his wounds go un-treated. Soon he'll anser all the questions I want," Legolas ordered coldly, wiping his face. "You're going to regret the day you were born boy," he growled at their prisoner who Aragorn thought had lost too much blood. When had Legolas become so cold hearted?

"What's the cage?" Faramir asked quetly as the boy was dragged off.

"A cage suspending above ice cold water. If the need appears it can be lowered into the water," Legolas explained, turning to face them. Faramir openly showed his shock and repulsion. Legolas sighed. "He is Rhunian, he was trespassing in my study and his partner escaped with some of my documents. He is getting what he deserves." The men didn't agree.

Aragorn walked up the guard at the door, acting calm. He was carrying his healing bag and intended to treat the prisoner's wounds. He ordered the door to be opened and the walkway to be lowered. The guard obeyed only when Aragorn gave a sneer and pretended to be there only to torment the boy. Aragorn took the key to the cage and then ordered that he would not be disturbed.

After the door was shut he walked along the walkway to the suspended cage. It was barely large enough for the boy to sit it and there was no way he was comfortable. The arrows were still in his body and he stared at Aragorn with angry eyes.

"I am here to treat your wounds," Aragorn said quietly as he opened the cage. The boy looked as week as a kitten so Aragorn helped him out of the cage and lay him on the walkway. The boy flinched away from his touch. "I will not harm you unless it is to treat you."

"Why should I believe you? You are allied with Mirkwood aren't you?" the boy asked.

"Yes I am allied with Mirkwood but I do not agree with their treetment of you. I just wish to treat your wounds," Aragorn said. "What is your name?"

"Kaiya," the boy muttered. He decided to let Aragorn treat his wound's only for the simple reason that they were paining him too much now so that he could not sleep. Aragorn started to treat the arm wound first. Kaiya flinched but refused to show how much pain he was feeling by crying out.

"How old are you?" Aragorn asked.

"16 by human years," Kaiya answered quietly as Aragorn bandaged his arm. Once that was done he started on the leg wound.

"Who was your partner?" Aragorn asked.

"My older brother Brayaen, he is nearly 20 in human years," Kaiya said, not deeming this information as a secret. Aragorn quickly finished treating the leg wound, talking to Kaiya to keep him distracted from the pain. "Won't His Royal bastardness be angry at you for treatingme?"

"Yes, but he is my friend, he won't stay angry for ever," Aragorn said packing away his things. Kaiya snorted.

"He's from Mirkwood, they hold grudges pretty well," Kaiya scoffed. Aragorn frowned. From what Legolas had said his people believed the Rhunian started the war, but Kaiya seemed to believe it was Mirkwood's fault. Who really was to blame?

"You'd better get back in the cage, I must be going," Aragorn said sadly to the boy.

"Thank you for treating me," Kaiya pushed his red hair back behind his ears, his pointed ears. So the Rhunian's were elves also. Even more confusing, Aragorn had though all elves got on well with each other. "I shall remember your kindness to me and shall repay it if the need comes." Aragorn nodded, locked the cage and left the room.

A/N I chopped off the end of this coz I didn't like it so if you read to old version you'll have to ignore it. anyway review or flame, it matter not to me.