A/N: hello reviewers! Thank you all so much for reviewing, and now I present to you chapter three!

Luntetuurewen: I agree it will be hard for them to catch leggy, but……

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Star-Stallion: Thanks you are to kind. 

And now……Chapter 3!!!!!!

"LEGOLAS!!!!!!!!!!!!" Aragorn screamed. He ran over to the water looking for the body of his friend. There was nothing. The water was dark. The human stripped of his tunic and dove once, for the second time today, into that stream.

            The water was dark and murky. Aragorn swam around searching for Legolas. There was no sign of the elf. Aragorn swam to the surface to breath and as he swam he kicked something. Aragorn looked down and saw a flash of gold. Aragorn dove down and grabbed blindly for Legolas. His hand grabbed a soft roundish object. Aragorn prayed that it was Legolas.

            AS he saw to the surface his lungs felt like they would burst. His head swam, but he kept going. Legolas needed him to be strong. Aragorn broke the surface. He Brought Legolas up as well. The elf was till in the human's grasp for a moment before he drew in a shaky breath.

            "Don't worry Legolas," Aragorn huffed, "It'll be alright. We'll be fine."

            Legolas managed to pull himself halfway out of the water. Aragorn helped him the rest of the way. Both man and Elf lay panting on the banks of the stream. Finally Aragorn stood. Legolas was in a comatose sleep that elves often went into to heal. Aragorn looked closer and saw that the elf was shivering, truly shivering. Aragorn placed his tunic over the elf to act as a blanket.

            "Someone will find us eventually Legolas" Aragorn whispered. Aragorn could not haul Legolas all the way back to the palace, nor could Legolas help him at all. Aragorn paced around their little camp for as long as he could. The human finally gave in to exhaustion and cuddled into the elf. Their combined bodies produced more heat keeping both bodies warmer.

            Some hours later Aragorn awoke to something hot pressed against his arm. He sat up and looked at the elf. He was pale and shivered violently. Aragorn pressed a hand to the elf's forehead and cursed. Legolas was burning up!

            "But elves don't get sick," Aragorn thought out loud. "He hasn't been poisoned, but then again I don't know what the hell was in his head."

            Aragorn held Legolas in his arms and whispered comforting words in elvish to him. They waited there for what seemed like decades, when finally Legolas heard the sound of horses.

            "Over here!" he called. The human was exhausted and Legolas was sick. He frankly didn't even care if it was orcs on those horses. "But orcs don't rides horses," He said dumbly. Aragorn shock his head trying to clear delusion form his head. The ranger was cold, tired, and probably sick. This was just another example of a good day gone bad.

            The horses grew closer and Aragorn saw a faint glow surrounding the party, certainly elves. The first one who found them was the last elf Aragorn ever thought would find them, Halidar.

            "Aragorn what happened," Halidar asked, his voice betrayed his concern as well as his face. "His glow is gone,"

            "He-we," Aragorn started. He could barely speak. "Bad day," he finally managed.

            "Well I can see that," Halidar snapped. Aragorn was taken back at his tone. "I'm sorry, I'm just very worried about Legolas."

            Aragorn nodded, "And you should be,"

            Legolas was lifted onto Halidar's horse. Aragorn trusted Halidar to take care of his friend, so Aragorn made no fuss. He was placed on his own horse. They rode as fast as possible back to the place of Thranduil. Half-way there Aragorn remembered everything going dark and the horse's mane leaving his hand.

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            "You took quiet a beating there Aragorn,"

            Aragorn rolled over and moaned. Leave it to Halidar to wake him up. The elf sensed Aragorn's thought immediately.

            "I'm sorry to wake you Aragorn, but I believe you are the only one who knows why Legolas goes into these horrible spasms."

            Aragorn was a strait as a bolt in a second, "They stopped!"

            "Apparently he still writhes," Halidar said softly. "But he calls out our names every now and then,"

            "Is he kicking" The ranger asked.

            "No,"

            "It must just be that the evil is still inside him," Aragorn hissed. "What would do that to him!"

            "Who," Halidar corrected softly, "A creature is not capable of inflicting that type of pain,"

            "Before he was kicking and screaming. He later told me that he saw men, with whips and knives, they were hurting him, Halidar." Aragorn said intently. 

            "Could it just be memories?" Halidar asked hopefully.

            "No, he described a man, Legolas said he looked just like him," Aragorn said. "I think it will end in time,"

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            "Legolas, please be in peace my son. It'll be! Alright" Thranduil whispered hugging the writhing body of his son to him.

            "Ada, please make it stop," Legolas moaned. His cries wounded Thranduil deeply, but he continued to calm his son.            

            "Hush Legolas, you must be strong," He whispered.

            Legolas screamed and then the spasms stopped. Legolas shuddered and went limp in the king's arms. Thranduil immediately checked his son's pulse. There was a strong beat. The king relaxed. The night had been hard. They had spent it battling Legolas' fever and trying to stop his writhing. Thranduil soon gave in to sleep with Legolas cuddled into his chest.

            Halidar and Aragorn burst into the room. Both of them stopped short when they saw the sleeping pair. They shared a smile before leaving the room and gently shutting the door.  

            Legolas awoke in his father's arms and suddenly the elf wished he was still asleep. Everything was so safe here with him. *Why doesn't the pain just end?* the young elf thought sadly. *Why did human's have to hurt him?*

            "You gave us quiet a scare, Legolas," a voice said form the door. Legolas looked and saw Halidar. His voice betrayed none of concern, but he could not keep his mask in place.

            "I'm sorry," Legolas said sheepishly.

            "There is nothing for you to be sorry for. Aragorn told me that in you last spasm that you were screaming and kicking. Who were you fighting?"

            Legolas' eyes darkened. "There were men, evil men. And they were led by a blonde man. Looking at him was like looking into a mirror. He said I would belong to him, that I would be his slave."

            "Why don't they leave you alone?" Halidar growled angrily. "We should've kept better watch on you,"

            "So you want men following me around!" Legolas yelled. He would not be caged in his own home.  

            "No Legolas," Halidar sighed. Sometimes Legolas was so difficult sometimes. "That's not what I meant. I think you need to stay in the palace for a while just to make sure you're alright."

            "I think he should never leave again," Aragorn chided softly form the door.

            "You are so helpful," Legolas said sarcastically.

            "Thank you, I pride myself in my helpful advice," the man said with a mock bow.

            "Seriously Aragorn," Legolas chuckled, "I'm fine,"

            Aragorn quickly sobered, "I think we should wait at least a week,"

            Legolas fumed, but said nothing. When he got his temper under check he finally said, "Fine, have it your way,"

            Aragorn noticed the elf's anger, "I'm sorry nin-mellon, and I just want to be positive that you're alright,"

            Legolas flashed his friend a huge grin, "No need to apologize, I guess I'd rather you all cared to much then to little,"

            Halidar sighed. "Wise beyond his year and yet stubborn and impulsive beyond elven comparison,"

            A new voice entered the conversation, "I think he spends too much time with that ranger." The lord of Mirkwood laughed at his own joke.

            "It's nice to know that I'm so loved," Aragorn grumbled. The elves in the room laughed. Once again Aragorn was made fun of and then laughed at, his typical day.

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            The week went by well enough. Legolas had no further issues with the evil that had taken him over for those few moments. His soul had healed leaving no scar behind. His fever was gone. The elf was in perfect condition and getting very restless. Aragorn noticed this and often known how the elf would disappear during the night and come back in the morning cheery and happy, but in his state the elf might be injured or that evil might find its way back to him.

            That night Aragorn retired late to bed. The moon was high in the sky and Aragorn tossed in his sleep.

            Aragorn is standing in a strange tunnel in the mountain. There were strange pictures of the wall. He walks down the tunnel examining the walls as he goes. The ranger began to notice red pain all over the wall. It doesn't look like paint, or smell like it. In fact the whole tunnel smells weird. A weird coppery smell, like BLOOD! He realizes that the paint on the wall is blood. There are several smears that are not painted in correctly and they are fresh. Aragorn backs into the center of the tunnel his face a mask of fear and anger. He feels something crunch beneath his feet. He looks at the floor and bolts down the tunnels. There are bones littering the floor of the tunnel. He hears a scream. It is unlike anything he has ever heard. His blood runs cold and a chill runs up his spine.

            Aragorn's eyes went wide with shock. That was Legolas' scream. Aragorn ran down the tunnel faster. He trips he manages to fall onto his hands, but they collapse under him. He falls down onto the sharp bones. The ranger examines his hand and finds a shard of bone in it.  He quickly removes it and binds his hand with a bit of his tunic. Aragorn gets to his feet and runs toward Legolas' screams. He sees men horrible twisted men surrounding the naked elf. Aragorn pushed through them and kneels by his friend. Legolas does not recognize him, Legolas keeps screaming and moaning. The men close in around him ad grin evilly. They throw him against the wall. A beautiful blonde man kneels in front of him.

"I can always use more slaves," He says coolly. He looks at the rangers hand and takes the ring of Bahir from his finger. Aragorn struggles to get it back, but the evil men whip and beat him. The man looked back at Aragorn in shock. He gestures to one of his men. The blonde man is brought a bucket of something. He dumps it on Aragorn's head. The ranger writhes and screams in pain as the salt water pours over him and his new cuts. The blonde man looks at his face now that all the dirt and grime is gone.

"So you are in fact the heir of Isuldor. I will keep you as my own. Perhaps I will break you and have another pet. Or maybe I will kill you or, or I might even hand you over to the dark lord himself,"

Aragorn's eyes went wide with fear he struggled to speak but no words came out. He yelled and screamed, but he couldn't speak.

All of sudden he was falling through complete darkness. Images flashed through his head of himself writhing on the ground. Of him being taken by the blonde man. Of him being whipped and tortured. But then he realized that it was Legolas who had been having spasms. He kept falling, through thin air, He screams and screams and screams, but no sound leaves hi mouth. He saw the ground nearing. Aragorn didn't hit the ground, but instead fell back into his body.  

Aragorn bolted upright in bed. He looked around and remembered that he was in Mirkwood, he and Legolas were safe. The human panted, his heart pounded in his chest.  It was just a dream, Aragorn thought relieved. Just a bad dream. But try as he might Aragorn could not go back to sleep. So he decided to get up and check on Legolas. The human silently left his room and scurried don the hall quiet as a mouse. He gently opened the door to Legolas' room. He looked over at the bed and after a moment realized that it was empty.

"Legolas!" He yelled. He searched the room, but to no avail. Legolas was not in his room. He darted out to the balcony and saw a slim figure darted through the trees, running right into the woods. "LEGOLAS!" He screamed. The elf was too far to hear him.

Aragorn sprinted back to his room and grabbed his sword and knife. In an instant he was running deep into the woods chasing Legolas. He saw a small hint of gold here and there. He finally tracked the elf down. Legolas stood in a small valley clearing. Aragorn was ready to kill Legolas, but then he saw at least thirty men surrounding the elf. Legolas fought valiantly, but he was against horrible odds. Theses men seemed to be masters of their weapons and they moved faster then any man alive. It was not elvish, but evil dark and twisted. Every one of them was handsome.

Aragorn ran down the clearing to his friend. He fought through the men to Legolas he was wounded with many cuts. Aragorn and Legolas fought back to back against the men and then Aragorn's dreams came true.

"Legolas get into the trees!" Aragorn yelled.

"I'm not leaving you here Aragorn!" Legolas screamed back.

"They want you not me, you might be able to get away," Aragorn shouted. Legolas was determined not to leave Aragorn. "Legolas if you are truly my friend you will leave, they will follow you, hopefully I'll be fine. It's just a distraction! Now go,"

Legolas starred into his eyes. "Farewell nin-mellon. I will see you again," Legolas whispered.

"And I will stay alive," Aragorn said with a touch of dark humor. Legolas grinned at him and leapt on top of one man. He ran over the tops of their heads and lifted himself into the trees.

"After him!" Someone screamed. Half of them men left, the rest mobbed him. Aragorn turned around to make a run for it but in front of him was a huge man. The last thing he remembered was the man bringing a sword down on his head and then all was dark.

Legolas was high in the trees now. He stopped turned to look at his friend. "ARAGORN!!!!!!!!!!" Legolas had let his guard down, just for a moment, but it was all it took.

"Now!" Domin screamed and Sig. The younger man pawed his way into Legolas' mind. The elf screamed and fell from the top of the tree down down down.