Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Legolas, he's tied up in my closet :) *sigh* if only.

Author's Notes: Oh, I wasn't continue this story because I didn't think that it was all great but I was all encouraged by Jewel of the Twilight. Thank you so much for reviewing! So I guess this chapter goes to Jewel.

Legolas bit his lip and thought as everybody else around him were still packing up. He hadn't slept that night so he had rolled away his his sleeping mat. He knew something was wrong with Aragorn, he just didn't know what it was. He had tried to ask him, to help him. Never in a million years did Legolas think that Aragorn would snap and push him away as if he were anybody else. He wasn't anybody else, they were practically brothers. He shook his head. To tell the truth, Legolas wasn't sure what to think of Aragorn. Aragorn was starting to unnerve him. That other night when he was staring at him.

"Master Elf?" questioned Frodo. Legolas had to smile. He was just so innocent yet Legolas detected changes in the little hobbit. His blue eyes were no longer bright, instead they had dulled as if there were a shadow cast over them. There were shadows on his face and he looked weary.

"What is it, Frodo?" he asked. Frodo furrowed a brow.

"You seem almost ill." Legolas blinked.

"Well," he hesitated, perhaps he could confide to Frodo. He knew that overall Frodo would be fair and would give good advice. But good advice to what? He was so confused. The last thing he wanted to do was to burden Frodo with something, especially not one of his petty problems.

"I hope you aren't feeling ill, Frodo. Eat well, sleep a lot." Frodo grinned and started walking off. Legolas felt eyes on him and he slowly turned to find Aragorn staring straight at him. Legolas sighed. He wished that Aragorn would just tell him what was wrong like he used to. As soon as he met Aragorn's eyes, Aragorn's face contorted and in slid a cool, imperial mask. Legolas knew that he was not staring into Aragorn's face, rather he was looking at a stranger. Legolas shook his head again and helped the others pack up more quickly. He hoped that Aragorn's attitude wouldn't hold up. They didn't need a dictator, especially now since they lost Gandalf. Footsteps drew near and Legolas jumped to see that it was Aragorn.

"Why aren't you packing?" demanded Aragorn. Legolas silently reminded himself that this was not Aragorn, rather someone else. Still, Legolas couldn't stop the mental image of him kicking Aragorn.

"I'm done," he finally answered.

"Then help someone else," spat out Aragorn. "We don't have time to socialize." Legolas bit the inside of his cheek to stop the tirade from escaping his mouth. Aragorn strode off and Legolas sighed with relief. He was about two seconds away from making the Ranger wish he had never been born. Still, he had been his friend for the longest time, he wondered if it was something he had done to make his friend act this way towards him.

As Aragorn walked away, he mentally kicked himself. He had only walked to Legolas to maybe talk, have a few words. After all, they hadn't talked as friends since the journey started, except maybe yesterday but that didn't could because he turned nasty then too. What was wrong with him? How was it that his mouth started churning up words against his will? He hated himself then. Aragorn knew that everybody in the Fellowship were breaking their backs, he was in no position to discourage anybody. If anything, he should be the one who should be pushing them forward. He looked at Legolas, who was busily tying some blankets together. Perhaps tomorrow he will finally tell Legolas what had been happening and explain. Then Legolas would forgive him and be his friend again...and maybe something more. That'll never happen if you keep acting like this, Aragorn told himself, sternly. He would have to stop this craziness he was bringing upon himself if he wanted Legolas to be his friend ever.