Chapter Nine: Back to Gondor
(Legolas POV)
Using my regained skill to see all that was around me, I wandered to the stables, wondering at the beauty of Rivendell. It seemed an eternity since the day of the Council and I had arrived for the first time.

"Legolas," a melodious voice called.

I walked into the stables to find Arod being stroked by Arwen Evenstar.

"Undomiel, milady," I said bowing quickly.

Although I had only been to Rivendell once, I was well acquainted with Arwen as she had visited Mirkwood with her father before for the Summer Equinox.

"Legolas, we've known each other longer than to use titles," she reminded me with a slow smile.

"True," I replied, stroking the white horse's face tenderly.

"I am glad that you are well again," the Evenstar said handing me Arod's reins.

"What is it you wish?" I asked. Arwen was not normally one to beat around the bush with compliments and small talk.

She chuckled. "You are returning to Isengard, are you not?"

I nodded.

"To find Estel."

I nodded again.

"Let me come with you. I fear that Estel is injured. I had a dream," she confided. "He was on the floor, bleeding and calling out for help."

I frowned. "Dreams are not to be taken lightly, we all know about Boromir's dreams. Please, join me. The trip will seem quicker if I had such a rare beauty to enjoy it with."

Arwen smiled again and blushed. "Always the flatterer Legolas." She moved away from Arod's stool and patted her own horse a black mare by the name of Kano.

"Let us go then," I said, springing up onto Arod with no pain. My broken arm and leg had quickly healed under the ministrations of Elrond Half- elven.

Arwen did likewise and urged Kano out with soft elven words. I followed her.

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"Do not be afraid Legolas, Saruman and his creatures are all dead," Arwen said comfortingly as we walked into Orthanc. I felt her hand slip into mine and she gave a little smile.

"I am not," I replied.

I was not afraid to Orthanc, but I was afraid for Aragorn. Brego his mount was still loyally waiting outside.

We walked in and immediately I gasped and breaking hold of Arwen's hand, ran forward, skidding slightly on the floor.

Aragorn was lying on the ground. Blood was on the floor, yet I could not see a wound except a small one on his leg. But that wouldn't have caused that much blood loss; in fact I could already see it starting to heal.

Arwen dropped to the floor next to me. "Turn him over," she said urgently.

I nodded and stretching out the arm closest to me, pulled Aragorn over until he was lying face down.

There was a lot of blood on his back. An awful lot.

"We must get him to a healer!" Arwen cried.

"Aragorn normally carries some Athelas doesn't he?" I asked, rummaging in his pockets.

I held up a little clump of the white flowers. "Can you use them?" I asked, handing them to her.

Arwen nodded grimly and wetting the plant, put it in the wound.

There was a feeble hiss of pain from Aragorn and I released a breath that I had subconsciously been holding.

"He is alive," Arwen said thankfully and tore a strip of silk from her undergarment. She wrapped it around his chest and watched in horror as the purple gauze was stained copper red.

"My cloak!" I cried, pulling the garment that was gifted to us by the Lorien elves, off my shoulders and tying it around him.

That had stopped the bleeding for now.

Putting my fingers in my mouth I gave a high-pitched whistle and was answered by the sound of horse hooves on stone.

The three horses galloped into the room, Brego at the head.

Somehow the mighty horse understood and slumped to his knees next to Arwen.

"Help me get him up onto Brego," I said, taking the man's shoulders. Arwen took his feet and together we pulled him onto the horse.

His head lolled down and he collapsed against Brego's mane.

"Brego, up!" I said gently slapping his rear. The horse gave a snort and stood up carefully.

"Rivendell," Arwen said mounting Kano.

I shook my head as I mounted Brego, from behind Aragorn and took the reigns. "That is too far."

"Gondor. To the healing houses! Noro lim Brego!" I cried, spurring him.

"Noro lim Arod, Kano!" Arwen cried from behind me and we raced to Minas Tirith.