Summary: Aragorn and Legolas find themselves in Narnia. What is their role to play in the White Witch's defeat? AU, No slash.

Rating: T for mild violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story nor am I trying to make a profit from this story. Characters either belong to J.R.R. Tolkien or C.S. Lewis. Any direct or indirect quotes will be duly credited.

Beta: Dimcairien Luiniel

A/N: Year isTA 3001, 17 years before the Council of Elrond. Aragorn is 70 years old.

He trudged on through the snow-white forest, the only signs of his passing being the footprints he left behind. The snow was deep, but not too deep as to cause his travel to be difficult. Behind him followed another, but this traveler left no footprints behind, for he was an elf. Legolas stopped, and waited for his friend to realize he had done so. Aragorn may not have been able to hear Legolas following him, but he had an uncanny ability to sense things others did not. It took Aragorn a few more steps before he realized his friend had stopped and he turned around to face Legolas.

"Why did you stop?" Aragorn asked. "We have leagues yet to go before we reach a suitable place to camp."

Legolas gave Aragorn a look over before responding. "I thought perhaps you might need a rest. We have been walking since morning and had nary a break." Indeed, it was already early afternoon and Legolas was concerned about his friend. He knew Aragorn was hardy, and wished to get to the camping ground before nightfall, but Aragorn was breathing a bit hard. Legolas was only slightly wearied, but he had to remind himself from time to time that humans needed breaks more often.

"Aye, I could use one," Aragorn replied. "But I do not wish to be caught out here after dusk. Not with the reports of wolves about." He shifted his pack and then turned around and started walking north again. "Come on, mellon nin, I have had enough of a rest just standing there and talking." Aragorn grinned at teasing his friend.

They continued northward, heading to the only decent cave that Aragorn knew to be in the area. They were scouting for wolf dens, after reports from the northern part of the Shire and towns thereof had experienced wolf attacks. The number of attacks were more than the Dúnedain were comfortable with, so Aragorn enlisted the aid of his friend to scout out the dens. They were far north, even past Fornost, and Aragorn was not very familiar with the territory. He remembered a cave that he had used once before and wished to utilize it as a base camp while he and Legolas were up here.

"They say these wolves were quite brazen, possibly from lack of food due to the winter. Hopefully we will find their den quickly and be able to bring more Dúnedain up here to eliminate them before the turn of the year," said Aragorn. Legolas nodded. It was already November.

They walked on for the rest of the day, and their luck held out. The pair reached the cave Aragorn had spoken of in enough time to gather firewood for the night. Before long they had a warm fire to thaw their hands.

"I have been looking forward to this all day long!" exclaimed Aragorn, rubbing his hands together in front of the fire. "It seems to be bitterly cold this winter." Aragorn took off his sword belt and outer coat, and rested himself more comfortably by the fire. Legolas also ungirded himself as well, and sat down near the fire, and watched the snow fall outside the mouth of the cave.

"I think we have enough wood to last the night, provided we gather some in the morning. Shall we take watches?" Legolas asked.

"I think that would be wise. I do not think the wolves would come near for fear of the fire, but we cannot be too sure. We are, after all, in their territory," Aragorn said.

Legolas poked the fire a bit. "I will take first watch; you get some sleep. I am not tired yet, and wish to watch the snow fall."

"Whatever suits you, mellon nin. I will gather some wood at first light and then we shall search for the den." With that said, Aragorn lay down and fell into a slumber.

At midnight, they switched places; Legolas having nothing to report. Aragorn kept watch and tended the fire until the sky began to grow grey with the coming dawn. He threw the last branch on the fire, and then girded himself with his sword belt. He would have to gather some wood for their breakfast, if they were to have any. He would not have to wander far, for there seemed to be an abundance of dead wood in the area.

He was a bit dismayed to find that the snow from last night had covered everything in a new white blanket and most of the dead wood was wetter than it had been yesterday. He would have to travel farther to find suitable wood that wouldn't put out the fire as soon as it was thrown on.

Slowly he gathered wood and was searching for one last piece when he came upon a strange sight. It was definitely out of place. Before him stood two tall, slender trees, and in the middle of them was a plain wooden door. The trunks and branches of the trees seemed to make a frame for the door to sit in. There were no walls or roof, or anything that might be able to substitute for them.

Aragorn stared at the bizarre sight, as if waiting for something to happen. Nothing did, and it seemed harmless. He dropped the pile of wood on the ground, and stepped forward to investigate it. Who would put a door in the middle of the wilderness? As far as Aragorn could tell, the door served no purpose.

He walked around it several times, touched it, and contemplated it. Legolas will have to see this! Perhaps they could figure out this mystery together. Before he went back to camp, Aragorn thought about opening it. The door had a handle on it, and appeared to be able to actually open. He stepped up to it and grasped the handle, and pulled. The door opened surprisingly easily, with naught a sound. As he expected, there was nothing on the other side of the door. Only the same scenery that greeted him here where he stood.

Aragorn decided to walk through it, if only for laughs, and then go back and fetch Legolas. He stepped through, and turned around, only to see the door had disappeared! Suddenly, he panicked. He noted the woods had changed, ever so subtly. All around him was only woods, with no door, and he despairingly noted, even his pile of wood was gone!

Aragorn ran back the direction he thought the cave should be, only to be met with unfamiliarity. He was still in a snow-covered wood, but somehow it was not the Middle-Earth he knew.

A/N: "mellon nin" is elvish for "my friend".