"My father's going to kill him…" Legolas said gently, "Please, I'm begging you… I know you never liked me much, and that's ok. It isn't about me anymore, just bring him back."
Elrohir stared blankly for a few seconds and sighed. "I'll see what I can do." He looked down sadly at the elven prince. His gentle blue eyes were pierced with sadness and his health failed him. He was weak all the time and bordered on the edge of passing out hours a day.
"I need to know that you can do this." Legolas whispered. He knew that he could not make the journey and he was more concerned about Aragorn to care for his own pride. How he wished that none of this had happened, everything he had done in these past months has been a disaster.
"…. Of course…" Elrohir decided firmly, "He is my brother… after all."
Legolas whispered a word of thanks and watched him walk off. He cursed at his own uselessness and the fact that he could not go save the one he so loved.
Aragorn paused by the stream to rest, in his mind he worried desperately about his beloved. He felt horrible about having to leave but there was one shred of hope that he may be able to save the beautiful elf he would not let it go.
There was one thing that had been trailing in the back of his mind all this time. He had never found out who was to blame for violating the one he loved. Even though it did not seem as important as it did before, he was still aching to find out the truth. As he looked back, everything traced to that one event, if that had not happened… who knows how happy they would be right now.
Elrohir was dwelling in guilt as he began to ride east. He was beginning to see the horror that he had caused both his foster brother and the elven prince. He sighed as he knelt down to scan the path. For once he was beginning to see the pretty elf as something more than a symbol but an actual friend. As memory of what he said came flooding back, he grew angrier at himself. If there was only some way to take back what he had done…
Eomer took a deep breath and pushed open the door to where Legolas was resting. The blond elf's arms were folded to his breast and his gorgeous head was laid upon a pillow. There was a look of sadness that nearly broke his heart upon the elf's face. He reached down to touch Legolas in an attempt to awake him but Legolas's eyes snapped open in an instant.
"Eomer…" He stammered as he quickly shivered away, "Can I… Do you need something?" He was shaking all over.
"No… I just thought, maye we could talk?"
"There isn't much to talk about." Legolas replied softly. His body ached all over and he knew that he had no energy to fight anyone off at the moment.
"About what happened that night…"
"Look… forget it." Legolas said quickly, "You were drunk… it isnt your fault.
"How could you forgive me for what I did?"
"… I don't know…"Legolas answered, "It's so hard to be mad at anyone after everything that's happened. Plus… you never meant to hurt me." He smiled weakly at the handsome man.
"But I… I…"
"It's ok." Legolas said gently, "And… I won't say anything to Aragorn as long as you don't. .. He'll need a good friend after I'm gone." Nearly reading Eomer's mind.
"You are… the kindest person I've ever known…How do I ever make it up to you?"
Legolas shook his head, "Just be good to Estel and look after him when I'm gone and we're even."
"You're not going anywhere… He won't let you die…" Eomer said comfortingly, "And neither will I."
"Thank you." Legolas said as his smile turned to a grin. But in a moment his grin faded. He was too worried about Aragorn to stay happy for long.
"Aragorn knows how to take care of himself… you need not worry." Eomer added quietly.
"But… my father… You don't understand." Legolas said with quiet frustration. He had to go find Aragorn himself. He couldn't just sit here and rot.
"I might not, but I do know Aragorn. He's very careful and he wouldn't just walk around with his eyes closed." Eomer said soothingly. Legolas nodded in agreement. Aragorn was a lot more careful than he was.
Eomer watched as Legolas stared down worriedly. His golden hair fell toward his face and his skin shone moonbright. His face was flushed from the pain and illness but they still carried the gorgeous elven light. He lusted for the elf still but he knew that he had to swallow these feelings.
Elrohir rode for days at a time in a frantic attempt to catch up to Aragorn. He knew that no matter what he had to get to his brother before they reached the woods or else it would near impossible.
Finally he was starting to see marks of the ranger's footsteps. He gave a sigh relief, he was getting closer.
Aragorn was weary and he was slightly injured as well. He ran in to some orcs in his hastiness but it was nothing he could not take caare of. He was too tired to continue any longer at the moment and sat down to rest.
It seemed that he drifted off into a slow and long dream but when he awoke he was in a shallow cave and it was pouring rain outside.
"A bit careless to fall asleep in the middle of a clearing…" A familiar voice spoke.
"Elrohir? What are you doing here?"
"I should ask you the same thing."
"You know what I have to do…" Aragorn said dryly.
"Don't talk to me that way. I'm trying to save your life."
"You are not going to stop me from saving Legolas…"
"You think your really going to save him this way? You think you can convince the elven king with your wise antics and obvious charm?"
"Just go back."
"Look, I'm not here to stop you from your love acts, but I'm here on a request of a friend." Elrohir snapped, "A friend that I owe something to, and that you care about more than anything in the world.
"Arwen?"
"No…" Elrohir answered softly. 'Legolas?' Aragorn mouthed quietly.
Elrohir nodded. "He loves you… more pure and sincerely than I have ever seen anyone love. He wants you to come back… He needs you…"
"I can't let him die…"
"Go back to him, he needs you."