This chapter will be a little shorter, another bridging chapter, still I hope it entertains! Thank you again for all your support!

Legolas was pacing furiously in the room under the stalls muttering elvish curses under his breath. His thoughts were disrupted with the fellowship bursting in to the room. Merry and Pippin ran over to him with utter delight hugging him at the waistline taking him by complete surprise, Legolas smiled gently at them before Gandalf pulled them away.

'Give him some space hobbits'

Legolas sighed and looked down at the floor

'How are you Legolas?' Asked Gandalf worryingly

Legolas turned his icy stare to Gandalf, 'How do you think Mithrandir? I have just been subjected to fighting against spiders, wargs, huge warriors and a dragon, while being called a young boy and a coward in the process. Now I must fight again against a cheat!' Legolas was seething, so much so that the Hobbits backed away. Legolas began to curse loudly in his native tongue prompting Aragorn and Gandalf to raise their eyebrows in shock.

'What is he saying?' Asked Boromir to Aragorn

'It doesn't matter' clearly not wanting to repeat what the elf prince had spoken

Gandalf sighed and placed his hand on the angered elf's shoulder.

'Legolas you remind me of your father when you are like this.'

'Are you surprised? I almost lost my immortality today! I don't think my father would be very happy that I died fighting in a stupid tournament dressed as a man!'

Gandalf continued;

'I understand but I know for a fact that your father would be very proud indeed of your fighting and skills today. It is not every day one kills a dragon.'

Legolas laughed almost in disbelief at his efforts, 'You are right Mithrandir, but I am still angered at the obvious deceit that Rowan and Lord Borin have committed'

'I know Legolas, but unfortunately there isn't a lot we can do. You must face him.'

'And kill him' added the dwarf

Legolas turned to Gimli and smirked, 'So you believe I can kill him?'

Gimli turned a little red at his slip up into admitting the elf's skill, ' well er …well you know only if you can that is, if you can't kill him, at least knock him about a bit.'

Legolas finally gave a smile, releasing the tension that was in the room. Aragorn took this moment to inspect Legolas' wounds.

'Mellon nin, You have fought bravely and we are all in awe of your skills, please let me check your wounds'

The Fellowship sat down while Legolas and Aragorn remained standing. Legolas slowly removed his tunic to expose his bare torso. His soft elven skin was marked with red squares where the chainmail had heated the skin on his back.

'Your skin is burnt' said Aragorn

'I know' Legolas replied flatly

'Aragorn his stomach' pointed Boromir

Legolas turned towards Aragorn and the others and exposed his wound to them.

'Urgh, that looks horrible' Pippin's face scrunched up

'It is not too painful, just rather inconvenient; every time I run it seems to open up and seep blood.'

Aragorn inspected the wound. 'I can see that your body is already healing it, however I will stich it up anyway.'

Legolas nodded. He sat down beside Boromir as Aragorn began to stitch his wound, the hobbits gazed at the man's healing work, thoroughly impressed indeed. Sam looked at the elf curiously, he was always fascinated by them and as a result he studied the elf's body as Aragorn dealt with the wound. His chest was rising and lowering at a steady pace despite the pain but Sam noticed something else on the Elf's neck.

'oh my ! Legolas your neck' he exclaimed

They all looked at this neck. Legolas was confused, 'What about my neck?' he asked

'It's black!' answered Sam

Legolas rolled his eyes with a smile, 'I know Sam, it is badly bruised where I was strangled, my body heals quickly, therefore the bruising will appear soon after'

Sam studied the bruising intently, 'It must have been so frightening'

Legolas smiled at the honesty of the Hobbit, 'it was Samwise, I could feel my soul passing but we need not worry, I am alive'

Aragorn stood up, 'All done Mellon nin'

Legolas nodded, 'le hannon' He remained seated and gazed at the wall

'So what happens now?' Asked Boromir breaking the silence

'Well, Legolas must face this Rowan and then hopefully we get Frodo' answered Gandalf

'Seems simple enough' nodded Boromir

'Indeed. It should be an easy enough fight, I doubt Rowan is a skilled warrior' added Aragorn

'Well even if he is, he won't be as good as our elf,' Pippin said proudly

'But our 'beloved' elf is injured. This won't affect you will it Master elf?' asked Gimli who was leisurely smoking his pipe. There was no answer. 'Master elf?'

Legolas quickly jolted from his seat, 'What? What did you ask Gimli?'

The dwarf frowned, 'Where you asleep?'

'Yes' he replied bluntly

They all laughed heartily.

' I wish I could sleep like that but maybe with my eyes closed, I don't think I can get used to seeing someone sleeping with their eyes open' said Merry

Legolas stood up and stretched his neck from side to side and put the tunic back onto his body, 'It was a light sleep Merry, I was merely regaining my strength and to help my body with healing. I want this fight to commence as soon as possible, then I will not have to wear this blasted clothing anymore'

Again, the elf brought the room to laughter. But that would soon not last.