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Aragorn walked behind Nerea for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet it gave him. When she lead, no questions, no comments and no frustrated sighs were heard from her. And he certainly didn't want to interrupt the nice silence that had descended on the duo as they wove their way through the bushes.

Nerea swiped aside another branch. They seemed intent on slowing her down, getting in her way and hurting her in every possible way.

Nerea hated trees. She couldn't read them properly nor could she tell if they were lying when she broke in. They frustrated her and she them although she would never know it.

Aragorn was passing easily through them but he could feel something. They were trying to tell him something but, without his friends ability to communicate with them, he was at a loss as to what they were trying to tell him. All he felt from them was an unusual, for the trees, hasty urge to get to somewhere or someone.

It was late in the day when Nerea stopped for a rest.

Sweating, she plonked herself down on a patch of soft ground and glared at the Ranger who wasn't even breathing hard. He seemed to have just taken a leisurely stroll in the woods. He really was infuriating, but she needed him for her plan to work. She sat under a large tree in the shade but, a few minutes later, she was back in the full glare of the sun.

Aragorn grinned at the panting Nerea and set himself down near a tree. He leant his back against it and put his hands behind him on it's bark. He was beginning to get impatient.

'What are you trying to tell me?' He asked.

He received a gentle push to the right. He frowned, not understanding.

The tree gave him another push, a little harder.

The tree wanted him to go right, so right he would go.

He glanced at Nerea and smirked. He would go, in a few minutes.

Legolas' world slowly came back into focus. He was still lying on the ground, in the exact same spot as before. He sighed. The chance that someone would have found him whilst he was unconscious had been a far sighted one but he had wished it nonetheless.

Pushing his aching body forward he refused to notice the blood that now stained the grass underneath him, nor the light headed feeling he had.

'Good. No heavy head to carry.' he thought in his dazed state.

Another meter, two, three. He was very close now.

He blinked in surprise when his burning hand splashed into water. He rejoiced at the sight of it and had soon drank his fill of water and cleaned his wounds as much as he was able.

Now he just had to cross it. His foggy mind refused to come up with a plan, instead it persisted on coming up with strange, unhelpful things like the memory of his first archery session or a long forgotten song that he hummed quietly to himself whilst thinking.

He could swim, but he definitely wasn't strong enough to make it the whole way. He could yell for help, but he knew no one would hear him. He hadn't used his voice in days and didn't think he could yell.

Then another strange memory came to him. Elladan, Elrohir and himself in a boat. He concentrated on it as much as his fuzzy mind would allow.

Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir were going to a party in the village that night.

They were currently sneaking across the river, having just come out one of the back doors of Rivendell.

Elladan and Elrohir were rowing, Legolas was sitting, relaxing, on the other side of the small boat they were in.

"Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!" Legolas yelled quietly, "Come on! Let's go faster!" he playfully ordered, suppressing the laughter building inside him.

The twins glared at him.

"Now look who's all high and mighty." Elladan whispered.

"You want to go faster, you're rowing on your own!" Elrohir whispered forcefully and threw the oar at him.

Legolas caught it deftly, switched places with the twins and started to row, much to the twin's surprise, faster than their pace before.

They stared at him with confused and disbelieving looks.

"You forget you are not the only ones with a river near their home!" He exclaimed, laughing merrily but quietly.

He noted, approvingly, at the end of their boat ride, that they too kept a rowing boat on the other side of the river. Just in case.

A jolt went through him. The boat!

With renewed strength he forced his head around to the left.

There it was! Hidden under tree branches.

He pushed himself onwards, towards the boat. It was only a few meters away but it felt like hundreds of miles to the exhausted Elf.

Getting into the boat was possibly harder than getting to the boat.

He somehow managed to get into it, in a less Princely way than the last time he had used it. But eventually he was seated, oars in hand, ready to go.

His aching arms built up a steady rhythm and he gradually made his way across the river, alerting a certain someone to his presence.

Five minutes passed and Aragorn almost jumped to his feet and started running in the direction the tree was trying to get him to go.

He yanked Nerea to her feet and dragged her on.

"I can walk by myself." She resentfully snarled at Aragorn.

"Then walk fast." He said, unaffected by her bitter tone.

She folded her arms and stalked forwards. "Fine. The sooner we get to Rivendell the better."

"Finally, something we agree on." Aragorn muttered.

They walked, Aragorn in front now, through the last stretch of forest, the trees still not granting Nerea an easy passage, so when they finally reached the river surrounding Rivendell, she was covered in hundreds of tiny scratches. And she mournfully complained about each and every one.

Aragorn growled at her, frustrated. They were only scratches and she was acting as if she'd been stabbed! She was the most annoying person he had ever travelled with, and that was saying something.

He glanced around, not sure what he was looking for, when he noticed something off about a patch of grass nearby.

He walked to it and bent down, leaving Nerea to coo over her injuries and rest at the edge of the woods.

He recognised the smell instantly. Blood had stained the grass.

Aragorn knew it was not a hunting kill. The shots they used were clean so as not to loose to much blood and bring wolves, or worse, after them.

So what was it?

He followed the trail left a few meters. The creature seemed to have been dragging itself and stopped where he had seen the dried puddle. It had then continued to drag itself left until there was a scuffle in the ground and it's tracks disappeared. He frowned. It didn't go into the water, there was another mark that looked like a boat being pushed into the water.

Elladan's spare!

The creature had taken Elladan's spare boat across the river to get to Rivendell.

He strained his eyes to see the other side of the river. And there it was, the little wooden boat, that had saved him from many tricky situations, was sitting on the shore in the other side.

He frowned. Someone had come to Rivendell.

He just hoped they were friendly.

Legolas fell out of the boat and onto the shore of Rivendell completely spent. No amount of stubborn determination would make him move from this spot. He could barely wiggle his toe let alone drag himself to the door.

He bit back a yell as another attempt sent pain crashing through his body and he slumped on the bank.

Breathing heavily he fought to keep his eyes open, he may never open them again is he slept now.

Then he heard something. A rustling, and a female's voice.

He gasped and his eyes flew back open. They were here.