Wow, got an awesome initial response from the first chapter of this story so thanks for all the feedback. Here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

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Revelation

After what felt likes days of waiting Haldir returned, his clothes had changed and his expression was wild. The fellowship stood up and walked towards the white-haired elf, eager to hear news of their comrade.

'How does he fare?' Asked Aragorn, his eyes pleading.

'He was badly wounded but our healers have seen that he will recover. He needs rest.' Haldir replied as he placed a comforting hand on the ranger's shoulder.

Aragorn nodded and let out a small sigh of relief 'Hannon le' he said as he nodded in appreciation.

'The lady Galadriel has asked that I bring you before her and Lord Celeborn ' the elf continued, his tone of voice changing to a more commanding one 'Follow me.'

The fellowship did as he bid and followed Haldir down a winding stair towards a well-lit path that led further into the woodland. Their surroundings once again were filled with a golden light as they approached their destination. Once again they came to a large thick tree, this time a spiral stairway wrapped around its trunk. As they ascended the golden light disappeared and was replaced with soft blue and white hues as they climbed higher and higher. At the top of the stairs was another platform with another set of steps at its end. Legolas stood at their base, his arm clutching his wounded belly, smiling as the fellowship came into view. Haldir was as surprised to see the elven prince stood there as the rest of them, stalking up to his kin and demanding he rest in their own tongue.

'I have rested long enough today Haldir. I wish to see how my companions are fairing.' He said as he smiled at the hobbits, their own grins stretching from ear to ear.

'Its good to see you on your feet Mr. Legolas sir.' said Sam, coughing awkwardly.

'It is good to see you too Sam.' the elf replied as he smiled softly at the hobbit's embarrassment.

'Legolas how do you feel?' Quizzed Aragorn as he walked to his friend's side.

'As well as is to be expected.' He replied as he smiled weakly at his friend.

Aragorn opened his mouth so speak again but was interrupted by a bright light at the top of the stairs. He turned his attention to it and was greeted by the sight of two elves gliding gracefully down the steps. One was a woman, intimidating in her beauty and the other a man, his expression stern as he scanned the fellowship with his deep blue eyes.

'Eight that are here yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf? For I much desire to speak with him.' said the male elf as his gaze came to land on Legolas.

'Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into Shadow.' Said the Woman, her face sad.

'He was taken by both Shadow and flame. A Balrog of Morgoth.' Said Legolas, his eyes fixed on the woman. 'For we went needlessly into the net of Moria.' he finished as his eyes were pricked with new tears.

She looked at Legolas with a mixture of concern and sorrow. The elf jumped as her voice sounded in his head You fought bravely in Moria, do not let your wounds lead you to think you are weak. He nodded at her statement, smiling slightly as his eyes dropped to the floor.

'Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his full purpose.' she said after a short paused, her gaze falling on Gimli who was mesmerized by her beauty.

'What now becomes of this Fellowship? Without Gandalf, hope is lost.' her husband, piped up as he looked at his wife and then to Aragorn whose gaze had not faltered from them.

'The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true.' she continued, looking around at the fellowship 'Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace' she finished as she smiled at them all.

'We have arranged some bedrolls for you all to seep on. Legolas you should return to our healers, there you will be better rested and will heal.'

'Nay, I wish to stay with the fellowship.' he replied as he looked at his companions.

The pair did not argue and began to ascend back up the stairs, leaving the group with Haldir.

'Legolas you must rest.' said Aragorn as he grabbed the elf before he had, had a chance to leave 'You will not recover if you are laying on the hard ground.'

'Aragorn I am well. Please do not trouble yourself with me.' replied the prince as he patted the ranger on the arm and followed the rest of the group.

Aragorn threw his arms up its defeat as he followed his stubborn friend to the camp that had been prepared for them. They were greeted by soft pillows and blankets upon soft mattresses on the ground and upon a large root was a tray covered in different foods and adored with a glass jug of wine.

'Ah, food.' Exclaimed the Dwarf as he sprinted for the tray, eliciting a chuckle from Legolas and the Ranger as the watched him run.

They sat for some time and spoke of tails of Gandalf, his fireworks, his kind heart and giving nature. They listened to the lament that emanated from the treetops. Legolas stood there and listened keenly, his heart saddened as he remembered the wizard, their past encounters and the moments before he fell. He stepped away from the group and sat beside Boromir who was perched on a tree root a little away from the rest of the group. They sat for a little while in silence before the man piped up.

'What happened Legolas?' he asked as he looked at the Elf with questioning eyes 'how were you wounded?'

The elf sat in silence for a moment as he pondered his reply, he was not one for discussing himself but he'd known that the question was going to be asked.

'I was shot shortly after the troll arrived in the chamber, it came from nowhere and I had no time to avoid it.' the elf replied.

Boromir set his mind back to that battle, remembering the chaos that has ensued as the elf went to a little more details of what had happened.

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Large shards of rock flew through the air as the cave troll barged through the doorway, rendering the doors to nothing more than firewood. Legolas shot an arrow at the fowl creature but it did little to slow it down. The troll roared in anger before stomping further into the chamber, swinging its club around, taking out whatever it connected with, even orcs. The creature swung at Sam, only for the halfling to flee through the its thick legs. Roaring in frustration it turned and raised its foot in an attempt to stomp on Sam but was stopped as Aragorn and Boromir pulling on its chain, causing the creature to lose balance. Legolas watched as the troll turned its attention to the two men, throwing Boromir across the room with its chain. Little did the elf know that this momentary lapse in concentration allowed an orc to notch an arrow in its bow and take a shot. The impact took the air out of the prince's lungs as he stumbled backward before looking down at the shaft protruding from his gut in surprise. He snapped out of his daze quickly enough to cut down a different orc that had used this momentary lapse as an attempt to cut the warrior down permanently. Despite his wound, Legolas cut it down with ease then proceeded to rip out the arrow and toss it to the ground. He was surprised that the pain was minimal, perhaps it was the chaos around him, distracting him from the severity of his own situation. He continued to cut down more and more orcs as they came at him in waves but soon his attention was grabbed again by the troll who was now attempting to flatten Gimli. Notching two arrows into his bow he fired them at the creature, drawing its focus to him and away from the dwarf. The troll roared again as the elf cut down an orc that had attempted to sneak up behind him. With this, the troll swung its chain at Legolas in an attempt to knock him down but the prince dodged it with ease. Angered by this the troll swung it again, but once again Legolas avoided it but he narrowly missed the next swing as the chain hit the ground beside him and sent broken stone flying through the air. This caused Legolas to lose his balance and he stumbled back, pain ripping through he belly but the elf pushed that back and leaped onto the chain that had now wrapped itself around a stone pillar. He skipped up it and landed on the creature's shoulders, holding himself steady despite the troll's squirming, he fired two arrows into its head but they bounced straight off. With this the elf leaped down from its shoulders, gasping as the wind was taken from his lungs once more upon landing on the dusty stone floor. He snuck off, hiding in a dark corner so that he could inspect his wound. It was bleeding freely and he sucked air through his teeth as he placed pressure on it in an attempt to staunch the bleed. He knew he could not hide here whilst the rest of the fellowship risked their lives to push the fowl creatures back. He poked his head around the pillar that he hid behind and saw that Merry and Pippin where sat on the trolls broad shoulders, slashing and stabbing it as it threw its large body around in an attempt to throw them off. Merry did indeed fall off but Pippin did not and as he stabbed the dull creature in the back of its neck, it threw its large head back giving Legolas the opening he needed and in the blink of an eye, he had notched his arrow, aimed and let it loose. The arrow sliced through its throat and finished in his brain, finally bringing the creature down. Legolas breathed a small sigh of relief as the room became quiet, but with that quiet came the pain. A white-hot, searing pain that ripped through his stomach and filled his legs as, causing him to waiver slightly before he then composed himself. He was ripped from his trance by the sound of orcs shrieking in the distance and so once again he managed to summon strength, this time to run.

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Aragorn approached the two, he had heard what Legolas had said and wanted to know more, however, he knew Legolas would not tell them and so he pretended that he had heard nothing as he walked into view.

'Come rest both of you. These borders are well protected.' He said, taking in Boromir's worried expression.

Legolas looked at Aragorn and followed his gaze to Boromir who was now sat, staring at his hands. Without a word he stood, nodded at Aragorn and left, leaving the two men to talk. He winced as the sudden movement pulled at his wound but he shrugged it off and walked back into the camp. The hobbits and dwarf were now asleep, several were snoring which was a sound that brought a small smile to the elf's lips. It had been some time since he had seen the halflings at peace. He perched himself on a stone bench and allowed his mind to wander into the treetops. Breathing in the woodland air, he too felt at peace.

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Well now you know how the elf was wounded, but will he be mended by the time they leave? I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I will do all I can to get the next one up tomorrow. Please let me know what you thought.