Legolas POV

The dwarf and I ensured that the three hobbits we had lead away made it out of the doors before us. We were closely followed by the men and Ring-Bearer.

Past the dwarf doors, we continued across the Cliffside until our company seemed to lose momentum. Our company seemed to collapse underneath the weight of despair and sadness following the loss of our friend and leader.

Boromir held the dwarf from rushing back into the mines for revenge, both on the wizard as well as upon his brethren. A task not lessened by the man's own emotions of painful anger and a desire to fight for his comrades.

A few of the hobbits shed tears, finding comfort in the action.

I felt my own sadness rise up, having spent generation upon generation calling the wizard 'friend'.

I looked over to see the Ranger wipe down his sword. His own face displaying no such emotions.

Looking over at Rebekah, I saw her struggling to remove her recently acquired axe from her back. Going over, I took hold of the axe handle, enabling her to slide from underneath it.

Free of the weight of the axe, she leaned over, griping a rip in her pants to tear it open even further, revealing a stab wound.

There was still blood flowing freely from it. I had seen her wings bleeding when she had landed in the fire, and there was dried blood on her back from retraction. As well as an arrow wound on her side, which she brushed her fingers over while I moved around to her front.

Lowering myself to her level, I ran a finger underneath her chin. Her left eye shone ruby red as she looked at me, while her right was red, but with a glaze over the entire eye, the side of her face with the damaged eye was burnt, from the bottom of her jaw up to her forehead. Her neck and shoulder had marks as did her hands and arms. I was sure if she were to remove her clothing, there would be more marks underneath them.

"Legolas," Aragorn shouted behind me, "get them up."

As I removed my fingers from Bek, her burns seemed to lighten, her damaged eye becoming just a bright as the other as, before my elvish eyes, she healed.

Not looking away from my eyes, hers faded from red to a rather neutral shade of green. She reached out an arm to grab her axe, only to flinch, her face contorting in pain.

Turning, I moved through the company towards the man.

"Give them a second," Boromir demanded, "for pity's sake."

"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with Orcs." Aragorn informed him, gesturing to just how much hill there really was surrounding us.

Boromir's face showed he had not considered before he spoke.

Aragorn sheathed his sword. "We must reach the woods of Lothlorien." He decided. "Come, Boromir. Legolas, Gimli, get them up. Bek, let us go."

I reached over, helping Merry and Pippin to their feet as Aragorn began to walk in the direction of Lothlorien.

"On your feet, Sam." Aragorn said gently. He looked around for the Ring-Bearer. "Frodo?"

The Ring-Bearer had already begun to wander of in a random direction, turning when he heard his name, back-tracking to rejoin us.

Once we had started on our way, I glanced back at Bek, she had chosen to forgo getting the axe back upon her shoulders, simply holding it in her hand while we marched.

With Aragorn in the lead, crossing the last of the hills beyond the mountain range, as well as valleys and rivers, we made it into the woods hours before dark.

I felt the elvish muscles in my body relax as I found myself once again within the borders of my own people.

While we remained careful, fearing we should find enemies, even within the enchanted forests.

Rebekah gravitated towards the middle of the Fellowship, unwilling to fully participate in a fight, considering her wounded state. She had managed to stop one of the hobbits and reclaim her black cloak, the hood of which she settled over her head, covering the majority of her face and there-in her burns.

"Shh! Stay close, young Hobbits." The dwarf mumbled to the little ones. "They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods."

I rolled my eyes at the Dwarvish bedtime story.

"An Elf-witch," The dwarf continued, "of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell and are never seen again."

The Ring-Bearer stopped suddenly, looking confused and somewhat frightened.

"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked him.

The Ring-Bearer seemed to look around for a moment before continuing to follow the rest.

"Well, here's one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily." Gimli proclaimed. "I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox."

I looked up, drawing my bow as I found myself face to face with elvish guard. I could tell by the way the dwarf quieted he was in a similar situation.

The hobbits gasped as they too, were met with arrows.

Bek dropped her axe onto the ground with a 'thud'.

Aragorn looked around as he was surrounded. He lifted both hands in surrender.

"The dwarf breathes so loud," One member of the guard began, "we could have shot him in the dark."

Gimli growled in offense.

I recognized the elf speaking, and from the sigh Bek gave, I knew she did as well.

He glanced around Aragorn at the sound of a relieved sigh, his eyes settling on Rebekah curiously before turning to me. Gesturing with his arm, the members under his lead lowered their arms. "Take them to the city." He commanded in elvish.

As we passed, he reached out and took Bek by her arm, assessing her as she stood before him.

I stopped once his hand touched her.

Checking that the fellowship had moved further into the woods, Rebekah used her free hand to pull her hood off of her head, grimacing as her shoulder muscles tensed around the arrowhead.

Looking from her burned face, to me, and back before he abruptly let her go, leaving the two of us in our places.

I helped her get her hood back up as he moved to the front of our procession.