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A/N: Hey another update. Cool huh. Ok as to response to the last chapter I was kind of lost on what to do about the end of them getting out of Moria. I didn't want to change the ending due to the fact that in both movie and book were awesome and I didn't want to play around with that. Yes legolas is an elf not human I hope I didn't mess that up. So this chap is 100% me. So read on!

Breed of another kind-8

When Aragon awoke, his body was stiff and his headache was beyond kind. Wincing he got to his feet taking a good look around. Frowning at the large distance between the elf forest and where he was.

Gandalf wanted him to lead them on. He was no leader he was a ranger, a tracker, but not one to take the reigns and go forward. He looked back at the hobbits that lay fast asleep; Boromir was close by sword resting beside him as he leaned against the tree.

"Do ya care to share what's on yar mind Lad?"

Turning Aragorn looked at the dwarf a pipe resting on his lap. The ranger shook his head.

"I have nothing that is worth talking about. I take it you got the last watch."

The dwarf huffed throwing a thumb in the direction behind him. "The elf has taken watch I could not sleep so I decided to have a moment to myself."

Aragorn made his way over to his friend who ceremoniously sat in a tree eyes ever watchful. He stopped looking up he couldn't hide the smirk that came across his face. A memory playing in his head when he first saw the elf immersed himself in nature. Where men considered it odd elves did this naturally but the smirk dissipated as he saw the distant gaze in the elf's eyes. In all fairness as much as the fellowship was heavy hearted with the loss of Gandalf. Legolas knew the wizard long before any of them ever were born it he couldn't imagine what the prince was going through and he wouldn't dare voice his emotions to anyone. No matter how much it pained him.

"Legolas." Aragorn called up. Worry flooding his mind as the archer didn't respond… "Legolas."

Legolas snapped out of his daze looking at the man who called him. He held the remorse behind his soft smile.

"Did you sleep well Aragorn?"

"As best as I could under the circumstances." the ranger answered as the elf gracefully descended the tree landing gently to the ground below.

Legolas walked over picking up his gear he silently put it on. He held his bow in his hand the conversation he had with Gandalf prevented him from finishing the task. It wasn't until he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder did he place it on his back.

"Have the others awaken?"

Aragorn lowered his hand. "Gimli is the only one. I want the hobbits to get as much rest as they can. It's long journey especially for Frodo."

Legolas nodded slightly before making his way over to the mall camp. Aragorn grinned at the slight rise of smoke rising in the air. Sam hunched over the black pot stirring the contents with his spoon he brought to his mouth blowing on it before tasting it. Frowning he reached into his bag pulling out a small leaf tearing and dropping it into the pot with renewed hope.

"I thought you'd be sleeping Sam." Aragorn said approaching the hobbit.

"Well I was going to… he breathed on the spoon tasting the contents some more… "But my stomach wouldn't have any of it. I really need to start finding some herbs this is the worst concoction I've ever tasted."

"That is a big word for you little one."

Everyone looked up to see Boromir walk over a half hearted grin on his face. Sam titled his head.

"Stomach isn't hard word at all."

Boromir's grin widened into a smile. "No it is not."

"I'm starrrrrving." whined Pippin as he followed his nose to the source of the smell.

"Well you'll change your mind when you've smelt this. Not to put anyone off is all." Sam quickly added.

Aragorn sat down as Frodo and Merry joined the group. The ranger noticed the dark circles under Frodo's eyes as he sat down beside him.

"How are you doing Frodo?"

The little hobbit only shrugged, clearly miserable about the previous day's events. Aragorn once more looked in the distance not comfortable venturing into such forbidden territory, but they had to get to Mordor.

"Here you go Strider. It isn't much." Sam explained as he offered over the small bowl.

"Thank you Sam."

The little hobbit poured another bowl turning to hand it to Legolas who was suddenly absent from the company.

"Where did Mr. Legolas go?"

Aragorn lowered his bowl at the question joining everyone as they looked around. Boromir stood up clutching his sword as he heard a branch snap.

"On your guard." he said in a hushed voice.

Aragorn to unsheathed his sword Gimli coming up beside him creating protective barrier for the hobbits behind them. Everything became quite besides the harsh puffing of the dwarf lord beside him, a bush rustled. Something appeared and on pure instinct Gimli threw his axe missing his target by an inch slamming into a tree.

Legolas turned his head stopping a moment to look at the axe. The two men sheathed their weapons at the sight of the archer who yanked out the stout weapon from the tree. He simply walked over to the dwarf handing it to him.

"And what do ya think ya were doin?! It is not wise for one to skulk around in the woods." Gimli huffed in annoyance and a tad bit relived.

Legolas didn't answer the dwarf lord instead walked over to where Sam sat causing the hobbit to swallow hard. But his nervousness ebbed away as the prince opened his palm to see several different herbs resting in the palm of his hand.

"Will these suffice master Gamgee?" Legolas asked softly.

Sam eyes widened in surprise. "Very much so! I didn't think such plants grew in these parts."

"They are hard to spot if one just wanders." Legolas answered sitting down on log he removed his one dagger. Bending down he picked up a rock and started sharpening the blade.

Boromir turned to Aragorn. "How does one carry on with such calmness and keen focus? Do elves not mourn like we do?"

"Elves deal with death differently than men do or for any other kind for that matter."

"I've said it once I'll say it again. Elves are very peculiar."

An hour later the company made their way through rugged terrain a river flowed by giving the hobbits time to fill their satchels and move on. Aragorn looked up at the sky the clouds began to darken, great, the last thing he needed was rain. Legolas stayed at the back of the group lost in his thoughts.

' Have faith in what you do and always trust in hope. Fear is to be over come dear prince it is there you can draw your strength.'

Suddenly something caught his attention something on the wind. Pausing his ears pricked as the sound grew louder. He looked at the rest of the fellowship as they carried onward. He made out a whooshing sound he looked behind him to the west.

"So the elves from Lothlorien. Are they the same as Rivendell elves?" Pippin asked Boromir.

"I'm not sure I've only been to Rivendell once. As for Mirkwood I've never ventured that far east." the soldier answered honestly.

"Well how about you Strider?" Pippin asked turning his attention to the ranger.

"Well Rivendell has been my home for quite sometime. However Mirkwood has also been a trusted ally to Rivendell. The only one who could answer your question Master Took is Leg-"Aragorn trailed off as he turned around seeing his friend a little ways behind them. Brushing past the group he went over to the archer who scanned the skies around him.

"Legolas what is it?"

"There is more than one." the prince answered.

Aragorn unsheathed his sword on guard as he tried to see what the elf did. "One of what?"

Legolas eyes hit Northward eyes catching the metal clad hands and flowing black cloaks. The foul beast they rode on flew threw the air. His blew eyes widened as he saw the dark hole hidden in the cloak.

The ear piercing shriek rang out. Legolas let out an agonized yell falling to his knees covering his ears in attempt to drone it out.

"Legolas!" Aragorn quickly was at his side.

"…They are coming…ngh!" the archer breathed out squeezing his eyes shut.

By that time Boromir caught up to the ranger. "What is wrong?!"

Aragorn didn't answer as the elf prince crumpled to the ground. The ranger caught him before Legolas fell unconscious he uttered one word that made both men's blood run cold.

"Nasgul."

A/N: :O Wow.

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