Author's note: Hey there! Don't you all just love me for updating sooner than I said?! I brought my notebook with me to the camp and wrote in that, then nicked my friend's computer, typed this up and voila! A new chappie pour vous! Only a short one but never mind!

Glad you are all enjoying 'I'll get that Elf' It's nice to see all the positive reviews I'm getting! :D Thanks!

Thanks especially to invisigoth3, Jedi Sapphire and Lady Ambreanna for your wonderful reviews! Made me smile :D

Anyhoo!

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Legolas had fallen in and out of consciousness through his nights travel, the only thing making him continue being the thought of what would happen if he didn't. Plus the prospect of being eaten didn't appeal to him.

He stopped again to wipe his bleeding hands on his tunic but it did no good. All his clothing was soaked in blood from his back, foot, hands and many other cuts that should have been treated by a professional healer long ago. He sighed and pushed himself on, hoping to make up the time he would most certainly lose throughout the day and keep his lead on the duo.

He glanced around him, looking for something else to concentrate on than his ailing body and his painstakingly slow pace.

Looking ahead of him he saw there was a clearing, and beyond that a well trodden path.

His spirits lifted. The path would make things easier for him. Also, if there was a path this worn in, he was getting close to Rivendell.

Excitement flared inside him and hope danced in his heart once more. He was almost there.

Aragorn woke early in the morning. The sun had just begun to rise and the light had not yet reached Nerea where she lay, slightly behind him and close to a large pine tree. She had taken a very long time to decide where she should sleep. She had walked to almost every tree beforehand and pressed her palm against it like she was communicating with it, like Legolas used to.

Nerea knew this would upset him. From Aragorn's memory she had seen that his Elf did this a lot, although she did not know why. All she cared about was making him vulnerable and the memory of his 'deceased' friend was the key.

It had brought tears to his eyes to see the act done by her. She was not a Wood-elf and, therefore, did not actually communicate with trees the way they did. He didn't know why Nerea was acting like this but he had a feeling it was something to do with him and the cold, empty feeling he had.

She had smiled sweetly, almost a laughing smile, at him and he had turned away, he knew who she was laughing at.

Nerea had seen him turn away and soon her sickly, sugar smile had turned into her real one. Still smirking she made her way to the huge pine that offered the most shade of all of them.

"I don't like to be woken before the sun is risen quite high, so do not bother trying to wake me before I am ready." She had almost ordered Aragorn once she had chosen her spot.

Aragorn looked on her now and was delighted to see the tree had moved away from her in the night. It's branches were swung as far away as possible, completely revealing Nerea to all who may glance her way. He was almost sad something hadn't eaten her in the night.

He looked towards the sun again. It used to give him so much joy to see another day's birth but now it made him feel lonely. He had always felt comfort from it as he knew, every morning that at least one person he loved was looking at the same sunrise. With Legolas gone, he no longer felt that certainty.

Glancing again at Nerea he battled with the option of leaving her here to sleep away the day. He would be back home in less than a day if he left her, and her amazingly slow pace, behind.

But no. He couldn't. No matter how annoying, he could never leave anyone alone in the woods, especially not her. The trees would hate him forever.

Legolas was in pain. There was no doubt about it. He had half dragged himself towards Rivendell throughout the night and his body refused to go any further. He glanced upwards at the lightening sky and smiled. The only thing he could be certain of now was that somewhere in this forest, Estel was looking at the exact same sunrise.

He took a deep breath and started down the well trodden path that he had remembered walking down many times, almost always with Estel, Elladan, Elrohir or sometimes all three. He sighed and lost himself in happy memories as he forced himself onwards.

Aragorn checked looked up again. The sun had risen considerably since the last time he had checked and she was still asleep! Now he knew how Legolas had felt every morning.

Sadness washed over him. He would never feel that way again.

He mentally slapped himself.

'Don't think like that. He's in Valinor now, he's happy.'

It brought a tiny smile to his face as he thought of Legolas being happy, even when he wasn't.

He was reminded again of when he was lost. They were happy then and he wasn't, until they started to worry over him. Could you worry in Valinor? Was there such a thing as worry in Valinor?

'If there wasn't Legolas would be the one to reintroduce it to everyone.' He thought, chuckling to himself.

Nerea awoke at the slight sound of his laughter and she smiled. He was laughing through thoughts of his 'dead' friend. Her plan was working.

He had accepted Amin's passing.

He was nearly there! The Last Homely House was so close. Legolas could see it!

Then he couldn't. Blackness engulfed him.

Aragorn checked the suns path once more. It was high in the sky now, lighting everything around with a fierce golden glow. He was surprised she hadn't awoken already as the tree offered her no shade from the burning sunlight.

He sighed and walked to her. He bent down to shake her awake, then thought better of it. She was accompanying a Ranger, she would be treated like a Ranger.

He kicked her, rather forcefully, awake.

"Come on, I've let you lie long enough." He said gruffly.

Nerea treated him to her best glare but, having had Legolas as his friend for his whole life, he was immune to all other stares save his, and, of course, Lord Elrond's.

He merely smiled at her unasked question and laughed when she decided to voice it.

"You needed a hard kicking because, although the sun was in your eyes, you did not wake. I presumed you needed more than a gentle shake to awaken you from your slumber!"

Nerea gave him another glare, she looked so angry that Aragorn could have sworn he had heard a growl come from her.

She whirled and swiped up her bag. Then with, a grumpy look at Aragorn, she headed off towards Rivendell.

'She's going faster than yesterday.' Aragorn thought with raised eyebrows. 'I should kick her more often.'

He set off after her.

With a pace like this they would definitely reach Rivendell before the end of the day.

A comforting thought to both.