I suppose I could say that I am a little impatient. I've been like that for…the last two days and I really can't stop writing more and more stories. This is my first slash and I'm sure I'm annoying some with the prolonged wait of…well, slash. Hee hee. I like introducing things, drawing them out and developing situations under a roll of information that can be taken any way. I'm a real dark person, to tell the truth. My mind is full of dark perposes and everyone can thank Minka for that, she is my inspiration as well as my own personal muses. Ever heard of MEOW? It stands for 'Muse Empowerment Oligarchical Workforce, like the Muse's Union. (A quote from Zanna).

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Here is the next chap, enjoy.

CHAP 3

Two days later Legolas was starting to look and feel a little edgy. He paced the area between the sofa and kitchen with a vengeance; a worn space in the carpet was starting to look probable. He was worried out of his mind, Haldir was supposed to be back by now and it had only been a short distance to the post office and back to the apartment, something was wrong.

He scratched his head and stared out the window, the fire escape ran past his vision outside and he looked out across the city, grimacing at the ugly and distorted buildings and structures that had been built. Haldir had told him much about how the world had changed; whole forests had been destroyed to make more living space available, entire species of animals had been wiped off the face of the planet and many killed them simply for sport. It was brutal, he wondered how Haldir had even survived many of the wars he had been forced to fight, and those witch hunts…it was too much to bear thinking about.

He knew something had been changing in him since coming back, five years was all of a sudden a long time and he felt different about finding his friend. It had turned into an obsession. For five years he searched, being arrested so often he lost count for all the laws he continually and unconsciously broke, too many laws for his taste. When he had forgotten only for a moment, that cars couldn't stop at high speeds, he had been sent to hospital, only to be let out a day later by astonished nurses and doctors. It was about then he knew he had to start keeping a low profile, too many had questioned his identity and ears and he feigned amnesia to get them off his back.

But now that he had found his friend, he noticed a new emotion topping the ones that consistently overwhelmed him. Hate, anger, denial, frustration, disgust…there were more, but he focussed more on the new one, the one he couldn't make sense of. Haldir's face popped into his mind again at that moment and the new emotion flooded him, encasing him in its golden glory. He couldn't understand it, in all his long years he had never felt such a thing, and he and Haldir had been the best of friends for most of those years, so why was the new feeling coming now, of all times.

"Legolas! We must leave! They are coming." Haldir burst through the door, his face red with exertion and his long white-gold hair tussled and falling out of its ponytail. He had been running hard and now he didn't even give Legolas time to think, simply grabbing his shoulder and pushed him towards one of the bedrooms.

"Pack a small bag, just essentials and the money. We need to leave now, they are coming." He looked uncannily frightened and Legolas felt the fear rise in his throat, their very lives were in danger and it meant they needed speed, and luck.

He stuffed some spare clothes and the pouches of diamonds into his backpack, a few other items followed and he was ready, shoving a beanie low on his forehead and tucking his own ponytail into the collar of his jacket. It would not do to be too noticed and their distinctive hair and faces were dead giveaways, he still wondered why they were chasing Haldir, as he had committed no crime, unless immortality was illegal.

Immortality, the word stuck in his mind and he nearly choked on the realization that they were seeking him for his immortal life, they had become suspicious and they hungered for his gift, their gift. Men, always desiring power and long life, it would never end, it would never go away.

"Legolas, they are coming!" Haldir's panicked voice brought him back to reality and he noticed the elf with his hand frozen over the door knob, he was also listening hard and soon Legolas could hear it too, the distinct sounds of shouting and booted feet stomping up stairs and through the hallways. Haldir opened the door tentatively and peered outside, checking for the owners of those voices and then there was a shout. The elf then slammed the door shut and leaned on it, breathing heavily and genuine fear in his eyes.

"They are coming." He whispered, taking only a second to pull the chain across and dead bolting the door before grabbing Legolas' elbow and pulling him to the window.

"We have to escape." He said, pulling the window open just as the sounds of someone hammering at the door came to their sensitive ears, making them wince as the sound became louder.

"Haldir, why do they want you?" Legolas swung himself agilely over the windowsill and landed on the fire escape, waiting until Haldir did the same and they turned to check where to go next.

"Someone checked up on me, they must've noticed something about my paintings as well and then did a thorough investigation. This is just like the X-Files, but we are NOT aliens." He looked at Legolas who nodded thoughtfully, he had grown accustomed to television over the years and had also become familier with the series, this defiantly was not good.

Just then Legolas noticed something through the grating below them and gave a cry. "They're coming up, we have no means of escape except up ourselves." They looked down at the men in black balaclavas running up the fire escape, then looked at the steps above them, it was a good 6 stories up and the elves steeled themselves for the dash.

When the window they had closed was smashed and glass tinkled everywhere, they made their move, running swiftly and easily up the steps and leaving their pursuers far behind. In a matter of moments they reached the roof and Legolas jumped over the lip first before reaching over and grabbing Haldir about the waist to help him over with ease. It wasn't as though he needed it though and he stared at Legolas quizzically, wondering about this warm feeling that was rushing over him at the touch. Legolas noticed he still had his arm about the other elf's waist and hurriedly let go, quickly searching the roof with his piercing blue eyes.

"We are lost." The defeated tone of the older elf startled Legolas, and he watched with near horror as he sat down, crossing his legs and hunching his shoulders. "There is no escape from here, they will come and there is no way we can stop them. I might as well just give up now."

"No Haldir!" Legolas crouched down and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him furiously. "You will not give in to these abominations!" he tilted Haldir's chin up, making him stare into his own eyes.

"Mani nae lle umien yassen lle coia?"

~What have you been doing with your life?~

When he received no answer he continued, still speaking in elvish to enforce the knowledge that he was an elf, and elves do not give up.

"Voré! Lle ilume oio onde."

~Continue! You did not ever give up.~

"But I have failed you now, I can hear them climb the last steps, they will be here in mere moments and I have failed you." Haldir had tears building in his eyes and he gazed at Legolas, wondering why he, of all should want to comfort him.

"You have not failed me, and I will not leave this spot until you agree to come with me. We get through this together, or not at all. Haldir, please." He whispered and pleaded with his eyes, willing the elf to get up and try at least, just try.

Haldir was astonished, he had not experienced something like this for so long and the wonderful feeling it evoked made him want to do anything for that elf kneeling before him, he made his decision.

"Ok Legolas, I will…" The small spark of gratification in his eyes was snuffed out as a loud voice roared at them.

"FREEZE!"

They jumped and turned. The semi automatic was pointed directly at Haldir and the man leaned heavily over the lip of the roof, obviously waiting for them to make the first move. The two elves suddenly felt nothing, the adrenalin pumped back into their system and Legolas' hand moved faster than a blink of an eye. The man's weapon dropped to the ground as he screamed in pain, the knife poking out from his shoulder as he dropped from sight and landed heavily on the grating of the fire escape.

"Now you've got us up for assault." Haldir grumbled but grinned as Legolas gripped his arm, running to the other side of the flat roof and peering over at the low building next to the apartment block.

"Can we make it?" Legolas stared at the gap below and the distance between them and the ground.

"I'm game if you are." Haldir smiled as Legolas nodded his head, taking a few steps back so he could make a run up. He then looked at Haldir and tilted his head.

"Together?"

"Of course." Haldir took the outreached hand and felt something shoot up his arm. He jerked and Legolas nearly let go in surprise.

"Are you…?"

"I'm fine, lets go." He could never tell the other how he was feeling at this moment, the touch had sent electric bolts up his arm that led directly to his heart. He had never felt this before, and he could only describe it in one way, he was longing for Legolas. He was feeling the one thing that had been denied him for so long, Legolas was the one and it shocked him that he could be feeling this towards a great companion after so long. He and the other elf were like brothers, what had brought about this sudden change?

He had no more time to ponder over this as they ran, still holding hands and kicking simultaneously off the edge of the building to come as close as they could to flying. They sailed through the air and Haldir squared his feet, automatically making himself ready when he landed on the other roof but his mind was elsewhere. If Legolas were the one for him, would he comply or simply be disgusted? He didn't know what to do and a million thoughts ran through his head on that glorious flight, his heart beating hard with energy, and desire.

TBC

A/N: Why don't I just get to the point? Well, why didn't Gandalf just destroy Sauron himself? Why didn't Boromir survive? Why didn't…there are many unanswered questions in this world, just stick with the fact that I am a mystery, no one outside the net knows me, I am almost a silent apparition in my life. ff.net is my world and that is how it shall stay. No telling of my own personal reasons and little secrets. Hee hee.