Other: geez… did you have to kill him, bitchylemonaddict? *waves magic wand and brings him back to life*

Disclaimers: See the Author's Notes! A/L shounen ai! Time jump: two months after 'Bond'; the public wedding is being held next month, just for the record. This is an AU! Give me a list of which three LOTR characters you would like to see appear at least once in this fic! The most popular ones will appear. Koron en' naur = Fireball. Lema ed' templa = Teleport. Sorry this chapter is short…

Reasons To Fight, Reasons To Wed

Part 11. Vanished

Legolas' face lit into a broad smile, as Mithrandir confirmed his suspicions. The Elven Prince forgot to even thank the Istari before he dashed off to find Aragorn, quickly fleeing the room he had been standing in with Mithrandir, who followed him.

'Aragorn!' Legolas shouted, as he ran throughout Rivendell, looking around everywhere for his husband.

Elrond had to quickly step aside, as Legolas went running by, still shouting for Aragorn. He shook his head at the Prince's actions, before he turned to Mithrandir.

'Pray tell, what has Legolas in such a hurry to find Aragorn?' Elrond questioned.

Mithrandir chuckled. 'I have just made him very happy, Elrond.' A sly look was in the Istari's eyes, as he knowingly looked at Elrond.

Elrond's face relaxed into a smile as he said, 'Well, I suppose that is definitely good news. Mayhap the wedding should be moved up?'

'No, for it will not show for quite some time. Speaking of which, I had better go find my young friend before he discovers that Aragorn is outside of Rivendell currently,' Mithrandir murmured. 'Legolas needs to be very careful now. His magic will fluctuate and be weaker than he is used to, leaving him vulnerable until… He ran off before I could tell him this.'

'Then go, my friend, before he gets himself into trouble,' Elrond told the Istari, concern on his face. Legolas could no longer keep up his usual antics of going off alone outside of Rivendell, which was his custom.

Elladan came walking down the hallway. 'Why did Legolas just run off after Aragorn in such a hurry?' he muttered. 'He nearly ran into me as I returned.'

Mithrandir sighed and went after the blond Elf, who had a good head-start on him. The Istari followed the tracks of the Elven Prince quickly, moving faster than one might have expected.

Legolas ran through the thick woods near Rivendell, using his bond with Aragorn to follow him. It was weaker, for they were apart. It was strongest when the two were close together, instead of when they were separated. But they could always find each other with it, though Legolas had been so excited that he had forgotten to use it at the beginning.

He'll be so happy, Legolas thought, as he continued easily sprinting through the woods, wearing a dark green shirt and leggings, with a tan tunic over his shirt, and a sword hanging at his waist. The graceful Elf hoped he could get close enough to tell Aragorn to wait for him. But he was too far away right now.

Aragorn felt a familiar, tiny stirring inside of him, telling him that Legolas was approaching. The half Elf was out hunting with Elrohir, while his husband was busy with Mithrandir. Aragorn briefly wondered if Legolas was ill or something, for he had noticed a few changes in the Elf's behaviour.

Legolas had started sleeping much later and more than he used to, and ate more, but he had not gained any weight. If anything, Legolas was thinner than he used to be, and though he tried to hide it, Aragorn knew that the blond beauty was having a hard time keeping food down, especially in the morning. So he believed that his husband was sick and thought that Mithrandir was going to cure him.

This was a rare occasion for them, with Aragorn hunting outside of Rivendell, leaving Legolas behind. The Elf was almost always with him when he hunted. And also when they had to meet a bunch of different Men, so that Aragorn could take his rightful place as King of Gondor. Elrond drilled him on what a King should and should not do constantly, teaching him what he needed to know.

But Aragorn's favorite time of day was when Legolas interrupted whatever he was currently doing, as long as it was not very important. The two would cuddle together and make love usually, before they separated again. From how frequently they engaged in that activity, it was hard to believe that no child was on the way yet, especially from just how much Legolas had learned from the first few times. Though he was a natural at it.

Aragorn was drawn out of his thoughts by Elrohir, who said something to him.

'Sorry, Elrohir. My thoughts were elsewhere,' Aragorn told his older brother.

Elrohir rolled his eyes and grinned. 'On a certain blond, beautiful Elf?' he teased. 'I was asking if you like this buck we're tracking, unless you want to wait for the next one?'

Aragorn smacked Elrohir on the arm, not too hard, but not too soft, either. 'Let's get him,' he muttered.

Elrohir shook his head at his younger brother. 'Come on,' he urged. 'Before he gets away.'

Legolas had to slow down from running, but he still was not close enough to broadcast a thought to Aragorn. He took a small break, cupping his hands together in a nearby spring so he could drink. Legolas loved the beauty of Rivendell; the dark hemlock trees, with bubbling springs of water and the sweet smell of the forest. Flowers bloomed everywhere, and numerous wildlife could be found here.

The Elven Prince was not paying as close attention to his surroundings as he should, for he was confident in both his magic and sword skills.

From the shadows of the trees, with magic concealing them from being detected, Boromir and his best soldiers marched, along with Meron.

Meron was leading them towards Rivendell, to storm it to get the Elven Prince. However, his own dark magic felt Legolas' presence nearby, which pleased him greatly. He turned to Boromir and said, "My betrothed is nearby; I can sense him."

Boromir nodded slowly. He did not trust the outsider, though this Meron so far seemed to be telling the truth. At least, he had not been caught in a lie, Boromir mused. For some reason, he was compelled to do Meron's bidding, which might have been the very reason that he did not trust him.

The Gondor soldiers followed silently as they grew closer to the small break in the trees, where they saw a slender figure kneeling beside the water, drinking deeply. They spread out and prepared to do what they were ordered to.

Legolas paused in drinking, for he was now starting to feel slightly uneasy. He dropped his handful of water and looked around, as he prepared to cast a spell, if need be.

Three Gondor soldiers emerged from the bushes and surrounded the lone Elf, who showed no fear at all. He gracefully stood and cupped his hands together.

The soldiers snarled and rushed towards him, as they had been instructed.

Legolas leapt straight into the air and dove to one side carefully, before he shouted, 'Koron en' naur!' Bolts of fire shot from his slightly glowing hands, striking the ones who advanced on him. Legolas felt the first wave of fear when he felt his magic revoke itself and falter, as he murmured the spell again. It didn't work…

What was happening to his magic, Legolas wondered, as he drew his sword and prepared to defend himself. It had never, ever weakened like that before, and fire had been one of the first spells he had mastered.

His sword clashed with one of the soldier's shorter swords, as he parried with the Man. Their swords clanged together loudly, neither overpowering the other, until Legolas lashed out with his foot and dripped the Man. He was reluctant to kill them, however, for Aragorn was part Man, and Legolas loved him so.

His weakness proved to be his undoing, for as the Elven Prince concentrated on wounding and stunning his enemies only. More soldiers kept appearing, and Legolas was growing desperate. Forgive me, Aragorn, he silently thought, as he began fighting back harder, slitting throats and gutting the Men.

Meron had cast a spell of invisibility over himself, and came up behind the Elf, who was struggling to keep from being overpowered now, as his sword slit yet another throat. The evil one held a cloth dipped in a unknown substance, which was known to knock out even an Elf.

Legolas did not see the hands that suddenly grabbed him; one around the mouth hard, with something on it that was sickeningly sweet-smelling, and the other around his waist. The Elven Prince choked as he struggled to get free and felt himself growing very, very weak all of a sudden. He crumpled to the ground when the hands released him, dropping his sword.

Boromir slowly approached the fallen Elf, who could vaguely see the spinning faces over him.

Mithrandir shouted, "Get away from him!" The Istari flung a wall of fire between the Man and his Elven friend, who was sinking into darkness.

The remaining soldiers began attacking Mithrandir, who countered their attacks with his own magic. He feared for Legolas' safety, so he yelled, 'Teleport, Legolas!' The Istari was not close enough to see the condition his friend was in, or he would never have told Legolas to teleport. The spell was dangerous when used, normal or drugged.

Legolas weakly whispered, 'Lema ed' templa.' A weak, glowing light appeared around the Elven Prince, as he thought of Aragorn. Meron saw the Elf begin vanishing from sight, in a blinding flash of light. He tried to twist the spell aside, but did not succeed. Neither did Legolas succeed, for while he did teleport, it was not to the destination he had intended.

Meron angrily flung a few spells at Mithrandir, for interfering, before he conjured up his own spell, which returned himself, Boromir, and the few remaining Gondor troops to Gondor.

Not too far away, Aragorn had been heading towards Legolas, when he felt a sudden weakness take over him, causing him to fall over.

Mithrandir was shaken, for while he knew that Legolas had not been forced to teleport to Gondor, neither had the Elf teleported back to Rivendell.

Legolas was somewhere else, which was not good, for he was now alone.

To be continued