Hi, everyone! This was originally going to be an extra chapter in my fic I Will Always Watch Over You, as many of my LOTR fics will probably originate from! But, let's consider this a companion to my other said fanfic! I don't own LOTR, only Alasse and her horse Mirima.

Yes, Guest, I am planning to write a part later on that Alasse is badly injured during an Orc attack. But not yet.

This is a friendship story, with angst, physical and emotional drama, and their beautiful friendship. Hope you like! And please leave reviews!

Enter Aragorn and Gimli, at last!

The four friends had been out hunting Orcs in the plains when they came under attack so suddenly. They'd heard the pounding iron boots and hoof beats on approach, but the enemies had ambushed them before they could turn and charge. They were miles away from help, so they were on their own. Legolas had drawn his bow and instantly started shooting his trusty arrows as soon as the Orcs had come into view.

Aragorn wielded his sword everywhere, Alasse fought with both dagger and rod, and Gimli was hollering boisterously as he slew the monsters with his ax. But, as valiantly as the warriors fought, they were greatly outnumbered and the Orcs began to push down very hard on them. There were at least 70 of them! "Fall back! Retreat!" Aragorn shouted. Legolas grabbed a squirming, protesting Gimli and set him on the horse. Then the elf ran back into the battle.

"Make a break for it!" Aragorn yelled, but as far as he could see, his friends were not listening to him. This was one fight they would have to back out of and find shelter if they were to survive. They would be slaughtered out here. He had to get his friends to safety!

Legolas was shooting down an Orc that he could see was charging behind his sister with a chopper. But before he could release the arrow, he was whacked hard from behind on the head with a heavy club. His vision darkened with spinning stars and he dropped to the ground.

Aragorn, against Gimli's most shrill protests, slapped the rump of Legolas's horse, sending the equine into a canter, toward the safety of the hills. Now, to get Legolas and Alasse out of here! "Make for the hills!" Aragorn commanded them.

The Orc Legolas had tried to kill came upon Alasse. Seeing him hover above her, she whacked his legs with her staff then drove her dagger through his neck. He dropped dead. Alasse glanced around, and that's when she saw it! Legolas was lying flat on the ground, with his eyes closed, and he wasn't moving! Then a huge, ugly Orc arm snatched him up. The Orc captain hollered at the bandits.

"Noo!" Alasse screamed in panic and, nearly getting run over from several other large Orcs, ran with all her might to slay the monsters taking her brother away from her. "Noo!" She wailed and saw Legolas being thrown over an Orc's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, then in the blurring crowd pressing in on them, she lost sight of him completely.

"Alasse! Legolas!" Aragorn called as he tried to make his way out of the band of beasts alive.

"No, no!" Alasse screeched. "Let him go!" But then, someone grabbed her by the ankle. She screamed as she tumbled and raised her knife to kill the enemy who'd tripped her, but then she looked up. It was Aragorn. She flinched and tried to run but he grabbed her by the arms and held her back. "Let go of me!" She thrashed.

"There's too many!" Aragorn told her urgently, pulling her back as the Orcs came harshly at them from every side. He had not seen Legolas fall.

"They're taking him away! Legolas! I have to save him!" Alasse argued, trying to run away.

"You can't! Not alone!" Aragorn answered, his hold not breaking. He glanced around anxiously, trying to spot Legolas but did not see him at all in the whirling merge of angry, ashen black figures surrounding them.

"I'll do what I must! Let go of me, Strider!"

"Alasse, get back." Aragorn told her firmly, pulling her away as she fought him off. She could not believe her ears! What was he thinking? Was he really going to just let them take Legolas, his best friend away? Alasse had never dreamed she would end up doing this, to Aragorn of all people! But she elbowed him hard right in the gut, breaking his grip and made a dash for her brother even though she couldn't see him. "Alasse!" Aragorn yelled after her.

Alasse drew her bow and fired at several Orcs, but then more came at her from everywhere. Aragorn caught up to her and threw his arm around her waist. "Nooo! Legolas!" She cried.

"Come on." Aragorn said, hefting her in his arms where her feet didn't touch the ground. She wailed and fought him, thrashing and flailing.

"Noo!" She continued to scream. "Legolas! I won't leave you! Let go of me! No..." Managing to crouch away from the enormous huddle of Orcs, Aragorn forced her up onto his horse, and quickly climbed up behind her, tightly gripping her so she didn't try to slip off. He dug his heels into the beast's flanks and the horse galloped away while the disputing Orc army-who didn't seem to notice them-made off in the opposite direction, with an unconscious Legolas!

The whole ride away from the danger, Alasse did not say anything. She just cried. Within minutes, the Orcs had fled, and the small trio returned to the plain where they'd battled, hoping to find Legolas there, even if he was hurt. But there was no elf with blonde hair. Alasse gasped when she saw something too familiar: Legolas's bow lay on the ground, trampled! She threw herself off Aragorn's horse and ran to it. She dropped to her knees and gingerly, fearfully scooped up the beloved bow in her hands. Hot tears stung her eyes as Gimli and Aragorn approached.

"It's his. It's the laddie's." Gimli said, startled and his face sad.

"Legolas is never without this bow." Alasse seethed hurtfully. "He treats it as he would his own child!" Her fingers curled tightly around the curved wood and she let out a shrill cry of anger and despair. Then she doubled over on her knees, clutching the bow to her chest as if it was a baby. Gimli came to her and touched her shoulder.

"We didn't find him lying around here. That's good. He could be alive yet, lassie." Gimli said encouragingly.

Aragorn watched guiltily. Had he not been a grown man, and their leader, he would've acted the same way Alasse was right now. Tears did fill his eyes though at his friend's pain, and it ate at his gut like a sucker punch. He would never leave Legolas behind! And he had no intention of doing so now. Yet, he felt deeply, sorely responsible for putting his dear friends through this anguish, that he could've prevented! He would make it right, somehow! He would not abandon Legolas to pain and death!

"Gimli's right," He finally said. Alasse made no move to get up. Aragorn began observing the marks in the dirt and dry grass, calculating the Orcs' moves, especially with Legolas. "We follow their trail. Come." He gestured for them to get back on the horses. Alasse wouldn't move. Aragorn came to her side and firmly gripped her shoulders, pulling her slowly to her feet. "Come on, Alasse. Legolas needs our help." He told her. Soon, they were on their way to track down and rescue the kidnapped elf!

They'd been riding for hours, and though they knew they were on the right track, the Orcs had far surpassed them in speed as they fled. The horses were very weary-they were not Elvin horses-and needed a good rest. When Aragorn finally halted and declared they make camp for the night, Alasse brusquely marched away from the human and the dwarf, angrily kicking rocks as she went along. She grabbed a handful of small rocks and tossed them with all her might. She gazed out onto the horizon, trying to listen, trying to see her brother and his captors, but they were long gone. She dropped to her knees, weeping, staring off into the West with bleary eyes. "Legolas..." She whispered sadly.