((Author's note: Thanx everybody for reviewing! One of these days I'm gonna answer all of you…but see…I always seem to do this late at night when it's time for bed…and I get waaaaay to tired to do anything but post…owell! I love you all anyway! And any of you can IM me anytime and I'll love to talk to you about anything! My sn is zappyzippygirl! Well…this one is sad! Definitely, not for the faint of heart…))

Disclaimer: If I did own Legolas, Aragorn, and Eomer…do you really think I would be sitting on my computer, writing about them? HECK NO!!! so they all belong to Tolkien. Except Nitrasel! he's all mine…

Aragorn had been walking among some of the wounded men, doing what he could to ease their pain when he had come upon Éowyn pacing back and forth around one of the small rooms.

Her hands were clenched into tight fists and her eyes were burning with some hidden fire full of tremendous wrath against some unknown object. Aragorn hoped that he was not it.

"Éowyn," he murmured softly, coming up behind her. "What is wrong, Shield Maiden?"  He touched her tense shoulders softly, as a brother would to a hurting sister.

She moved slowly to stare up at him. "How can you stand him?" she asked quietly.

"Stand who?"

"That stuck-up elf that you call your best friend."  Eowyn's voice turned harsh. "I cannot bear to be around him at any time."

Aragorn saw in his mind the heart-broken look in Legolas' eyes when he had told Aragorn that Eowyn's heart would never be his. "He is not stuck up, Éowyn," he said as gently as he could under the circumstances. "He is aloof and maybe a little shy, but not stuck up. Legolas is probably one of the humblest people I know."

Éowyn turned away.  "You are blinded by his beauty."

Aragorn's mouth dropped open. "What?"

Her voice was sharp. "I am a woman, Aragorn. Legolas may be a male, but I know how lovely he is to behold."

Aragorn gently tugged her back around to face him. "Éowyn, Éowyn," he crooned, "Legolas is my best friend, I had honestly never thought about him that way though I know in my mind what you say is true."

Éowyn shook her head and refused to look up at him.

Sighing softly, Aragorn pulled her chin up. "You are lovely to behold, Éowyn, as is Arwen. Legolas is not you or Arwen," then more softly, "you are the one I watch out of the corner of my eye."

Eowyn's blue eyes turned misty as Aragorn's gentle eyes stared into hers. 

In almost slow motion, they moved towards each other, both of their lips gently parted and eyes locked on one another.

Then came the cry of Legolas. "Orcs! Aragorn! Eomer! Orcs!"

Aragorn jerked away, looking towards the sound of his friend's voice; the moment had been broken forever.  "Where, Legolas?" he shouted back, moving away from Éowyn.

She made one attempt to reach for him, but missed by a hair's breadth though he did not notice. Her whimper of protest was lost in her throat as she watched him run down the hall way, away from her.

Eomer appeared out of a side door and ran after him.  "How many?"

Legolas appeared at the end of the hall, his face pale.  "Around 50 or so.  Not a big party, but they can still do harm since the wall is not rebuilt."

"How far away?"

"Four miles, perhaps, and closing fast."

Aragorn nodded. "We will send out a party to meet them before they get here. Eomer, find some men who can fight right now, Legolas and I will go see if we can get some horses ready for ourselves."

Then they were gone and Éowyn felt very alone.

Within a few minutes, a party of about 45 men and elves rode from Helm's Deep to do another battle.

Legolas' face was set as he urged Arod forward with Gimli clinging tightly to his back.  He had collected as many arrows as possible but still his quiver was only half full of the precious weapon

The orcs had seen them coming and were moving forward with greater haste then  they had before. Even across the half mile that separated them, Aragorn could hear their raspy war-cries and se the glinting of their weapons off the noon-day sun.

A voice called Legolas' name and the elf twisted to look at the face of Nitrasel. "Fate has again brought us together, Prince. May we both fight well and live to fight again together."

Legolas nodded. "May Elbereth keep you safe," he returned and then urged his horse to the front of the party to ride beside Aragorn.

Eomer was busy calling out instructions to his men, his own face was grim but one could detect a bit of unease in his dark eyes.  This was not his first battle but it was still a troublesome thing.

As they drew closer, Legolas drew his bow back, fitting it with an arrow.  Taking a moment to aim, he fired the arrow into the teeming mass of orcs and then as fast as lightning another was also shot.

And then the two war parties met with a loud clash of metal and flesh that Legolas thought could be heard for miles in all directions.

Aragorn ducked the swinging blade of a large orc and then followed it up with a quick slice to the creature's exposed back. He was pleased to hear the gasp of pain as the orc sunk to his knees to die.  One down.

Gimli sat behind the elf, swing his axe with the strength of the dwarves to cut of the heads of any orcs that came near to Arod.

Using his bow until all the arrows were spent, Legolas then moved to his short knives.

Slowly, it became clear that this orc party was not to well equipped and the Rohan soldiers as well as the elves were easily pushing them back.  The orcs' numbers decreased from 50 to 30 to 15.

Eomer began to breathe a little easier. This was a battle they could win easily he decided.

Legolas felt the warning on wind but he had no time to react before a hail of black arrows came down from a nearby clump of trees. Within a few short moments, 45 elves and men went down to 30.

Eomer escaped the first round of arrows but when yet another volley came, one feathered projectile slammed into his steed.  The horse let out a surprised whinny before running a few yards from the battle to behind a large rock out-cropping. A few moments later, it toppled to the ground, crushing the young lord underneath him.  Letting out a sharp cry of pain, Eomer tried to roll free but found that he was securely pinned and helpless.  His sword had flown out of his hand and was laying a few feet away.

Legolas had decided he was too much of a target on top of Arod so with a brisk command to the horse, he vaulted off. Gimli also dismounted, albeit, not near as gracefully.

By this time, orcs were pouring from the grove and onto the already wearied soldiers.  The easy battle had turned into a massacre on behalf of the orcs.

Dodging a blow aimed at his middle, Aragorn threw himself into a roll and came up to stab the orc in the back. Legolas was everywhere, knives flashing as he took down all who came at him.

Finally, the orcs were being pushed back.

Legolas was dueling with one of the larger beasts when he heard Aragorn shout his name. Leaping to the side, he almost missed the knife thrown in his direction. It thudded into his shoulder and he fell forward with a sharp gasp.  He recovered just in time to roll out of the way of an orc blade.  His dropped knives lay several feet away, forgotten by their owner.

Lifting his eyes, he saw the trapped Eomer behind the rock struggling to get out from underneath the horse as an orc bore down on him.

Quickly, Legolas struggled to his feet and ran to his friend. "Eomer!" he cried.  With an elvish war cry, he jumped on the charging orc, trying to wrestle the blade from his hand.

Pulling back its arm, the orc slammed its elbow into Legolas' jaw. The blow sent him reeling for a moment and that was all the beast needed to drive the blade home in Legolas' stomach and jerk it roughly back out.

With a gurgled cry, Legolas fell to the ground, clutching at the freely bleeding wound.  The pain swept over, rendering him paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch as the orc raised his blade over Eomer.

With a fearful grunt, the orc slammed the blade into the left side of his chest.

All the air rushed out of Eomer's lungs and all he could manage was a whimper as the blade was yanked out.  A tremendous searing pain slammed into his brain, overloading all his senses.

The blade was raised again, this time aiming for the death blow at the young man's neck.  Eomer, however, was in too much pain to notice. His life would have ended right at that moment, but fate decreed that an arrow would into the orc's back at that instant, sparing him.

With a surprised growl, the orc stumbled backwards and fell to the dirt, eyes staring glassily up at the afternoon sky.

Legolas absently noted through the pain that it had been an orc arrow that had killed him. One hand coming up to hold his bleeding middle, Legolas forced himself to his knees and slowly crawled towards Eomer.

The Rohirrim warrior was moaning softly, his head rolling back and forth from the pain.

Careful to not touch the orc's body, Legolas collapsed besides Eomer.  The crawl had been too much for him and he coughed harshly, splattering blood on the brown dirt.  His face was pasty and his eyes were closed at the tremendous pain.

"Le-Legolas…" Eomer murmured.

Legolas only grunted softly in reply and opened his eyes to stare at the young warrior.  The pain was sweeping over him and it took all his concentration not to scream out in pain. His teeth dug into his lower lip.

Both were too weak to speak so they simply stared at each other, listening to the battle raging behind them.

Legolas could hear Aragorn shouting orders, unaware that two of his friends were both dying behind a rock all alone.  Summoning all his strength, Legolas tried to cry out to his friend for help; but all that came out was a hoarse croak.

Eomer moaned again, clenching his fists tightly. Turning his head, he met Legolas' eyes one last time before his eyes slid shut and all the air in his chest slowly expelled in a gentle sigh.

((hehehe…I feel really evil right about now…it's not my fault! I swear…it's Ick's! *stops her insane babbling* poor Eomer…he's like one of my favorite characters! *sniff sniff* …*sniff* anywayz…Bryan Adams is a really cool singer…I like write everything listening to him….and my TTT soundtrack…*decides to stop while she's ahead*....o…you may not get another chapter for awhile…my chemistry final is tomorrow…and after that I'm gonna sleep for a looooooooooooong time! Well…hope you had fun reading! Bye!)