Thank you all so much for being patient, I've been working on an original fantasy story called "LEGEND" so it's been slow typing and writing on this end. I like to write stuff out long hand so it gets a bit…um…slow sometimes. Sorry again. Grab some lembas, a hot elf-boy (or girl) and snuggle in for the next chapter! (BTW insane one, Dan and Hir are fine! Or will be!)
"Hold on brother. You have always protected me and vowed always to do so, do not break that promise," he whispered to his non-responsive brother. He rose and handed the elf to Haldir's brother Rùmil.
"Speed them back to the Lady," said Haldir to his company and two moved forward and took up Megilian and Elladan. They disappeared quickly into the forest.
"Aragorn, where are the other two of your party?" said Haldir.
"I sent them ahead of us, toward you. You did not intercept them?" Aragorn was suddenly very worried.
Haldir's fair brow crumpled, "No, we did not. Come, we must look for them."
With one last glance back at the place where the twins had left his vision, he followed after Haldir. He prayed a silent prayer to whoever would listen that they would live, for his father's sake. The thought of Elrond's face, if he ever had news that his sons had been killed, made Aragorn feel rather ill. They had traveled in silence for an hour or so, when they saw something that Aragorn had never, in his most terrifying nightmares hoped to see.
Legolas lay spread across his sister, as if shielding her, two black feathered arrows in his bay and Luincrist lay with her eyes closed.
"Oh no," Aragorn murmured under his breath. He ran to them, Haldir right on his heals. There was blood everywhere, but peace was on both elfin faces and they looked to be little more than human children. Their long black lashes were closed as if in sleep Aragorn could not hold back tears. Haldir took Legolas gently in his arms.
"He still draws breath!" he spoke in elfish up to the trees and four more elves appeared.
Aragorn checked for a pulse on Luincrist and was rewarded with an strong pulse of life and a stir of movement. Her grey eyes fluttered open.
"Where is my brother?" she asked, "Is he unharmed?"
When he didn't respond she searched his eyes.
"Where is he?"
"With Haldir's people."
"Haldir!" she sat up holding the back of her head, "Where is he?"
"Greetings Lady Luincrist," Haldir said, peering over Aragorn's shoulder.
"Why will no one answer my question?"
Both man and elf adverted their eyes under her desperate gaze.
"Has he been slain?"
"Nay Lady," said Haldir quietly.
"Then where is he? Take me to him at once!"
"He has been gravely injured," said Aragorn, "The folk of Lorien have taken him to Galadriel."