Sorry this took so long but most of the fandoms I started writing in are ones that I no longer write in though the stories themselves are still ones I am glad to have written. Despite saying this I will make sure everything I have started gets finished so the rest of this one as well as all the others I have started will eventually be finished.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter,

"…." Human speech

'…..' Elvish

~....~ thoughts

He was drifting but where he could not say and it was more energy than he could spare to open his eyes. He was sure that he was supposed to be doing something, that there was something he was supposed to be doing but as he drifted it became less and less important. Thoughts going fuzzy his thoughts drifted until he lost all sense of self.

He seemed to be floating in a golden haze, nothing troubled his mind and the aches he knew he should be feeling did not exist. He was aware of movement in the mist and the sense of a figure next to him.

"Aragorn." The voice said, at the sound of the word he gained a sense of self again and became much more aware.

"What happened?" He asked.

"You fell."

"My friends?"

"All survive."

"Estel!" He seemed to hear a whisper, and he looked for the source of the voice.

"He his reaching for you in his dreams." The figure said.

"Can I go back to him?" Aragorn asked his heart aching to see Legolas again.

"You need to, your life and his are bound together and bound with the fate of middle earth." The figure said already starting to fade away.

The golden light around him started to fade and he found himself floating on his back in a river. His fevered mind conjured an image of Legolas in front of him and for some moments he entertained himself with thoughts of the elf prince, drifting into a shallow pool enabled him to pull his battered body out of the water, that simple task exhausted him and he collapsed unconscious.

~*~

Helm's deep was one of the most depressing places Legolas had ever set foot it, it was not just the unalleviated stone but the air of misery that hung over everyone. He was aware that Gimli had been watching over him worriedly but there was nothing to worry about, yet. When the battle was over then Gimli would need to watch him more closely, then he might not have anything to live for.

Hearing a commotion and the dwarfs voice raised in excitement he moved to the top of the steps leading to the Hornburg in an attempt to see what was causing the fuss. His heart almost stopped at the sight of the battered figure that was slowly walking towards him.

He had though he loved Aragorn before but never had he felt like he did at that moment with his lover walking towards him, clothes ripped, face bruised and hair a mess.

"You're late." He said rather than throwing himself into the mans arms.

"You look terrible." He continued opening his hand to show Aragorn his mothers necklace.

'Thank you.' Aragorn replied squeezing his shoulder. Legolas could see there was something in his eyes that had not been there before but the look of urgency on the mans face showed that this was neither the time or the place for discussions of a personal nature.

As he slipped into Théoden's hall after Aragorn he began to realise just how desperate the situation was and how unlikely it was that any of them would survive against the army marching towards them.

Some hours later he managed to finally get Aragorn alone, he could see the man was in pain no matter how much he tried to hide it.

'Come with me Estel.' He said laying a hand on the man's shoulder. It was a measure of the state the man was in that he did not argue.

The room the elf led Aragorn to was high up in the keep, and was where Gimli and Legolas had stored such of their belongings as they did not need. Searching for salves to try and ease some of the pain the man was in Legolas was not focussing on the sounds of the man moving behind him until a strong arm snaked round his waist and pulled him against a lean body.

'Estel?' Legolas questioned.

'Let me just hold you for a moment.' Aragorn murmured quietly, if that was what was wanted Legolas was happy to oblige for a chance to be held close to the man he loved and believe for a moment that the feeling was returned. After some minutes Aragorn pulled away knowing that he dare not be away from the preparations for the battle for too long.

'Lie down and remove your shirt.' Legolas said gesturing at the low bed. Aragorn gave him a quizzical look and complied. Seeing the scrapes across his lover's torso made Legolas wish for more time than he had, as it was he had to make do with gently smoothing the salve he had fished from a pack over the worse of the marks to try and ease the pain to help his lover make it through the night and the fight ahead. Smoothing the salve as impersonally as he could Legolas tried very hard not to notice the feel of the skin beneath his fingers. At length he moved his hands from the chest before him and gently coated the cut on his arm before wrapping a strip of cloth over the wound.

"Elrond could not have treated me in a more gentle fashion.' Aragorn said as he sat up and pulled his shirt on again.

'Why did you tell no-one you were hurt this badly?' Legolas asked cupping Aragorn's cheek.

'I had no need to tell you, you realised anyway.' Aragorn said simply leaning into the hand on his face.

'That is because I love you.' Legolas said and kissed him.

~And I love you~ Aragorn thought.

Now I am still alive, man I can't believe it's been over 2 years since I updated this. I know there are people who read it and I promise that I will try and update a bit more often from now on.

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