A/N I really did not mean to continue this, but I got 10 reviews!! I'm going to see how long I can keep this going, however I am not famous for finishing stories ^^;; I also never intended for their to be any slash or romance. I am not a romance writer, and most likely never will be. Any "slash" you think you see is really just friendship. They feel love for each other, but not in that way. The rest of the story will be back in 3rd person. Also, if I ever type Aragron instead of Aragorn, please ignore me because I pronounce it that way not matter how much my friends yell at me. Sorry. ^^;; Here we go...

            "How will he be, Lord Elrond?"

The company had reached Rivendell in days time with the help of a league of men and elves. An army had set out to destroy what was left of the orcs in Mordor, and had hoped to recapture a very important piece of the original fellowship, Legolas. Now that they had him though, they didn't know what the future of his immortal life would be.

"I am unsure, Aragorn." Elrond said, pulling the sheets of the bed over Legolas' limp and lifeless body. "His wounds and scars will heal, but his heart will not. 13 years isn't long for an elf, but it is when you're starving in a prison like that one. He's alive, and will live. That is all that matters for most."

"All I want is for him to say something." Gimli begged of no one. "I know it in my heart he can hear us. But he has not spoken since we brought him here."

"That is something I believe we all want." Gandalf sighed. "He was a brave elf. And there was something astonishing about him. No elf is a better archer, it is almost unnatural. He was so kind to Gimli, an enemy by nature."

"Please, do not say 'was' Gandalf, my companion." Sobbed Gimli. "You make it seem as if he's gone already."

"My apologies." Gandalf said. "Ah! Here come the hobbits."

Sam, Frodo, Merry and Pippin dashed in the room and immediately began to blabber, breaking the awkward silence.

"Is he awake yet?"

"Of course not, stupid! He's still in bed!"

"Well excuse me! I didn't see that with Gamgee blocking the view!"

"Are you calling me fat? I'll have you know I've been on a sensible diet!"

"Oh hush it, you three."

"Like you're any better Baggins!"

"What do you mean?"

Out of nowhere a moan erupted from the bed in which Legolas was in. The hobbits hushed up. Legolas began to stir and whisper nonsense words.

"Don't hurt me, I promise I'll behave. Please... yes... master. I serve you, do not hurt me any more."

Gimli could not have had a bigger smile on his face. He was about to run forward and grab the elf in the biggest dwarf hug in this age. Gandalf stopped him just in time. Pouting, Gimli sat down on the chair next to the bed. Gandalf walked over and put his hand on Legolas' delicate face.

"No!" Legolas shouted as loud as he could which wasn't much more than a hoarse whisper.

"It's all right, my boy. No one will hurt you any longer. Open your eyes, for today is a new day. And today you have friends near by. Open your eyes, and see for yourself."

The gallant elf lifted up his sleepy eyelids, but only to close them again as he was exposed to the bright light. But he bravely tried again, and this time only blinked a few times.

"Gandalf?" The elf croaked. He attempted to sit up, but Elrond gently stopped him.

"You're still week, my friend. Lie down."

"Lord Elrond? Where am I?" Legolas asked weakly.

"You're in Rivendell." Gandalf answered. "We're all here, Legolas. Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Gimli..."

"Gimli? Aragorn?" Legolas tried to sit up again in the excitement of seeing his friends again, but let out another wail of pain.

"Legolas, my friend...." Gimli smiled. "You were trapped in Mordor's dungeons for over three years, if you don't remember. Saruman was slowly killing you."

"A three year torture." Aragorn tried to laugh. "Only you would survive that, my brave elven friend. Only you..."

The eight companions sat together, just looking at each other. Legolas could only remember a little of what happened in the dungeons. He remembered the wail of an orc, and the voice of Samwise Gamgee. And he remembered the pain.

The agony. The torture. The great and powerful suffering. He remembered his blood, and the constant sickness. Not even the elven healing ability could cure him of that kind of pain. Nothing could. And nothing would. The pain still lingered, and he wanted to die. But he could not. Aragorn was wrong. He was not brave. He was a coward.

Aragorn was the last one to leave Legolas' side that evening. Gimli would have been last, but he was weary and still healing from wounds of his own. Elrond had strictly told him to sleep. Aragorn sighed, for he was Legolas' friend, and felt his pain. Aragorn knew that Legolas was brave, but Legolas did not believe it himself.

Aragorn sighed again, realizing that after three years, he wouldn't believe it either. But he was not Legolas.