Gandalf walked angrily through the crowd with Aragon hot on his heals. They listened to the guards telling the people to take only what they can carry. This did not please Gandolf at all. "Helm's deep," he grunted in anger; not caring who heard him. "They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their king?"

Both walked into the stables. "He's only doing what he things is best for his people. Helm's deep has saved them in the past," Aragorn knew that this is what the king wanted; he, they, could not change his mind. He had to try to keep Legolas from running to Mordor to save Kagome.

"There is no way out of that ravine. Theoden is walking into a trap," his anger subsided slightly, and started to speak with more reason. "He thinks he;s leading them to safety. What they will get is a massacre. Theoden has a strong will, but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan." He looked deep into Aragorn's eyes. "He will need you before the end, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you. The defense have to hold. "

Aragorn nodded. "They will hold," he assured the White Wizard.

Turning, he went into the stable. "The Grey Pilgrim," he stroked Shadowfax's back. "That's what they used to call me. Three hundred lived of Men I've walked this earth, and now I have no time. With luck, my search will not be in vain." Aragorn stepped back. "Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day," he mounted on Shadowfax. "At dawn, look to the east.

Aragorn nodded. "Go," he backed more out of the way so Gandolf could get a good start.

*** *** ***

Night time fell to the citizen of Edoras. Aragorn sat alone from the group smoking his pipe, remembering the sweet face of his beloved Arweyn. He could hear her voice amongst the winds, ticking the grass lulling him to remember the day before he left. His love.

**Flashback**

"This is a dream," he whispered to her.

Her smiled, to him was that of a thousand stars, shining only for him. She moved towards his lips, "Then it is a good dream." The kiss was light as his hand came to brush her skin. Soft as a feathers touch. "Sleep," she brushed her fingers upon his own, then lightly kissing him again.

She stood and walked to look over the trees from the gazebo they were in. He looked over her back, he could never love another. She was so perfect for him. "Minlû pedich nin i aur hen telitha," (You told me once, this day would come) he spoke sadly.

Arwen turned to Aragorn, her eyes showing only love, yet her voice little emotion. "Ú i vethed nâ i onnad," (this is not the end) she told him. "Boe bedich go Frodo. Han bâd lîn." (You must go with Frodo. This is your path.)

Aragon did not like this. Shaking his head slightly he stood and went to Arwen's side. Resting his head upon hers, he looked out to the garden of trees and vines. "Dolen i vâd o nin," (My path is hidden from me) he whispered.

Arwen looked him over, her eyes saddened. "Si peliannen i vâd na dail lîn," (It is already laid before your feet) she knew, even though he was looking at the garden that he understood. "Si boe ú-dhannathach." (You can not faulter now)

"Arwen," he whispered only for his lips to be silenced by her hand. Her love showing directly into his.

"Ae ú-esteliach nad," (If you trust nothing else) she removed her hand, "estelio han, estelio ammen." (trust this, trust us). Her hand moved to the necklace that she had given Aragorn. Her pledge of undying love to him.

Aragorn held her hand in his. He looked into her eyes, hid nose brushing hers. He yearned for her, loved her, wanted her more than life itself. This was the only place he could be happy. He kissed her with all his love, all his passion for her and only her. Aragorn brought his hands up to the side of her face, framing her as a picture for only him. They broke their kiss for only a moment, until they descended on her lips once more.

**End Flashback**

Aragorn could only think of that moment. Night had turned to day, and he walked beside his horse, lost in the thought of his love. A female voice, fragile yet strong broke him from his lingering thoughts. "Where is she?" Eowyn asked Aragorn. Aragorn looked at her in question. "The woman who gave you that jewel."

Aragorn did not answer her right away. His thoughts drifted to the conversation he had with Elrond. The fact that if his daughter stayed their, she would die. His thoughts also drifted to before they left on this quest; when he talked with Arwen to give her back the necklace. He did not want to, he loved her too much.

"My lord?" Eowyn questioned him as he did not answer her questions.

"She is sailing to the Undying Lands," he responded sadly. "With all that is left of her kin."

Eowyn looked sadly at this and walked slightly ahead of him. He was in love with an Elf-kind. They watched as two rids rode past them and past Legolas who had thoughts of his own. But he could not dwell on the sacrifice of Kagome. He had to help these people first, then he could mourn in his own loss. Legolas heard the scream and rushed to aid.

Upon getting their, one of the guards was dead or close to it, and the other was fighting a mounted orc on a wolf. Killing the wolf, he rushed forward sword drawn and beheaded the orc that was ontop. He turned to see Aragorn come towards him. "It's a scout," he yelled. While Aragorn went back to warn, Legolas ran forward to the rock side. There came several wolves and rides over the hill side. Unknown if he was going to get any back up, he started long range killing of the wolves and riders.

Hearing the riders coming up behind him, he turned to see Gimli behind him. Grabbing the reigns he positioned himself go thrown himself behind the dwarf. The battle was nothing much. Gimli threw himself off the horse, he was much better suited for fighting on the ground. Legolas had an easy time maneuvering the horse and fireing arrows from the saddle. Aragorn killed several himself.

Once the battle was over, Legolas could not find Aragorn at all. Looking around, he called out for his friend. "Aragorn," he walked away from Gimli.

Gimli noticed this as well. "Aragorn?" he called out. This caused the humans to look around as well.

Legolas walked towards the cliff when the laughing of an Orc caught his attention. Gimli threatened him with an easy death. The Orc told him that Aragorn was dead. "You lie," Legolas grabbed him, but the Orc continued to laugh and choke till finally dead. Legolas noticed the necklace that Arwen given Aragorn in his hand. His eyes widdened, and ran towards the cliff, where the waters rushed past.

Another, he though, another of my companions is to the dead.He heard the King order they move out, and leave the dead. Legolas looked at him sharply. He did not want to leave Aragorn. They turned to leave, keeping Arwen's necklace to return back to her hand.

Kagome I am lost. Everyone I know and care for has been lost, he thought out to the winds.

*** *** ***

They have reached the walls of Helm's Deep. They knew there was little that could be done. Although their numbers fewer, it was a saddening day for Rohan. Legolas helped Gimli down before he disappeared to the upper walls. He needed to think. He needed to mourn. Not only has he lost the woman he loved, but he also lost a great friend. A great king. He could not bear to talk with the Lady Eowyen, for he knew of the woman's growing feelings.

He could hear the king giving his order. They knew that Isenguard will attack. But he could not listen to the orders. It was his turn to mourn for it was not often that one can. He drifted off into a sound sleep.

***Dream world***

Legolas looked around to see a beautiful garden, nothing like that of Rivendell or Lorien. Walking forward he saw he was on a stone wall, looking over a forest so grand that it stretched farther than the eye could see. Whipping around he looked at the castle made of white stone; tall and ever standing. Dropping his eyes, he saw a gazebo of twisting vines. In it sat a woman of blond hair and black bangs. "A dream," he looked at her and walked forward slowly. "This could only be but a dream."

The woman looked back at him and smiled. "Legolas, welcome to the Undying Lands, my Kingdom," she smiled.

"Kagome," he looked around. "This can not be true." He ignored the words of where he was. He was happy to be within her presence again.

Kagome's smile dropped as she looked into his eyes. "You finally figured it out, your feelings," she stood and walked towards him. Her dress was simple, yet elegant. It flowed like the garden around him. Her hand rested upon the side of his face. That was when Legolas collapsed at her feet and cried. He had her, but for how long he did not know. Kneeling, Kagome held him. "All is not lost Legolas."

He looked up at her. His blue eyes sadened, yet happy and full of love. "I do not wish to wake, if this is how I can be with you," he said in whisper. "I do not want to loose you again. Aragorn was lost and I lost you. I do not think I could live with this."

Kagome smiled and kissed his forehead. "All is never lost. There is always hope, even when the lights go out in the world; when darkness attempts to over come," she helped him off the ground. "We can only be here for so long, for Sauron will wish to awaken me again. I have come to tell you that there is always light in the deepest darkness, do not fear. Help the humans for they are weak when it comes to times of darkness."

Legolas wrapped his arms around her. "Please, be honest with me," he whispered in her ear. "Will I ever see you again?"

"If Sauron does not get the ring, and Frodo succeeds in destroying it," Kagome pulled back and closed her eyes. "If my will over comes his and he is finally killed; then yes, you shall see me again. But until that time, remember that no matter what happens; forgive me, yet never forget me."

***End Dream World***

Legolas woke, a single tear fell. She had given him hope once again.