Elrohir also wandered in search of Legolas, the elf heard voices in the distance and followed them into the main courtyard. He turned the corner to find Aragorn conversing with Arwen. They both looked up at his arrival.

"Have you seen Legolas?" Elrohir asked urgently.

Arwen shook her head, her expression growing sad.

Elrohir looked at his sister with concern, "Is something wrong?"

Arwen rose from her seat and looked at Elrohir, "You don't recognize any of Legolas' symptoms? It was only a few centuries ago. . ."

Elrohir nodded, "I- I suspected it. . . but. . . That's not the only possible explanation. . . is it?"

"How many other illnesses befall and elf?" Arwen asked, voice trembling slightly.

Aragorn stood, "Does someone mind explaining to me what you're talking about? Does this has something to do with the 'past events' you were 'recalling'?"

Arwen nodded sadly.

"A-A couple centuries ago," Elrohir began grimly, "Our- our mother, she- she became weak, and her mind seemed. . .distant. . . After some time. . . she passed away. Although, I would say that she died long before that, her very soul departed from her body long before she physically left our world. . ." Elrohir bowed his head.

"And- and you think that. . . this is happening to Legolas?" Aragorn asked.

Arwen nodded.

"What causes this. . .illness?" Aragorn asked.

Arwen looked up, "A broken heart," she said, in a whisper.

"Father never discovered why mother faded, and I don't think he'll ever forgive himself for it," Elrohir told the man.

Aragorn nodded in understanding, "What- what would be the cause of Legolas' fading?"

Elrohir shook his head, "I don't know."

* * *

Elrond abruptly stopped as he caught sight of a figure through the bushes. The elven lord pushed through the shrubs and found himself standing next to the foot of a large oak tree. Sitting at the foot of the tree, was the crown prince of Mirkwood, head buried in his arms which were resting upon his knees.

"Legolas," The elven lord knelt by the figure.

The prince brought his sapphire eyes up to meet those of the master of Rivendell.

Elrond sighed, "I-"

"If you're here to tell me what's wrong with me, I already know," Legolas interrupted.

"Then you know that something must be done quickly," Elrond replied.

"What?!" Legolas glared, "what could possibly be done?! Elbereth! I mean- it's Arwen! I refuse to tear her and Aragorn apart!"

"I love Aragorn like a son, and I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt him, but- Legolas, this is the only way. . . otherwise-"

"Otherwise what?!" Legolas snapped, "Otherwise I fade?"

Elrond nodded, "Unless you allow yourself to be saved. . ."

"Saved?! At what cost?! A love as pure as the one between Aragorn and Arwen?! What if I don't want to be saved then?!" Legolas turned and ran, it didn't matter where, just, away. . .