Hello LOTR fans!

I know my chapters are short, but it is the way this fic is written, for now. It does not mean other chapters won't be long. Just it happens they're short. lol

Okay enough babbling, here's your chapter for today.

Enjoy and don't forget to review so I know if you want me to continue...or not...

Kaya

Chapter 4

In need of help

It took Legolas many more days to find the elf maiden's tracks and a good horse. She rode hard, he could tell and found some of her blood along the way, which was far from being a good sign. Inspecting his surroundings, he noticed with a shock expression drawn upon his perfect features, that he was very close to Rivendell. It was almost impossible. They could not have rode that fast! It was then that he heard some coughing and followed those sounds, half hoping and half fearing what he might find.

The she-elf lay on the ground not far from the road, her house coming to meet Legolas. It was as though the animal was trying to tell his old master to save his new friend. The elf prince jumped off his steed and ran towards the elf maiden. She was mumbling. Not words, but sounds, as usual, though they were weaker than they used to be. Legolas turned her onto her side and noticed with disgust that she was lying in a pool of blood, hers by all means. She was fading and he needed assistance. Pulling his cloak from his shoulders, Legolas tucked her in it, careful about her severe injury and scooped her up into his arms. He could not explain how he managed it, but a moment later he was back onto his horse's back and rode hard towards Imladris.

Lord Elrond was reading in his study, when his two sons, Elladan and Elrohir, who were until that moment guarding the borders, rushed in. They seemed breathless and said something about lord Legolas and medical assistance. He did not catch the rest as he was already running toward the healing wing. There he found the son of Thranduil, leaning over a cloaked form that was lying on one of the narrow beds. An elf maiden lay there, soaked in blood. He did not waste the little time that was left and took her hand. She was on the threshold of death, he had to hurry.

-"Come back to the light my child, listen to my voice." He said in Quenya. "Your time has not come. Darkness is not where you must dwell. Come back to the living."

When her spirit seemed to have calmed down, Lord Elrond tended to her wound. She had lost a lot of blood, but would live. She would mend with time and when she wakes up, she would need the presence of a friend. He figured Legolas was already taking this place, even though the she-elf might not know about it.