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"Will you stay still? I can't help you like this, you stubborn Elf."

Frodo smiled, looking into the direction where the angry voice of the Dwarf came from. Gimli was trying to see how bad the Elf's injuries were, but Legolas could not sit still, he kept shifting, wanting to see how his fallen friend was fairing. The Dwarf was getting frustrated, he had been given orders to see how Legolas his injuries were, and yet the task seemed almost impossible. Frodo shook his head, walking over to the both of them.

"Please Legolas, the sooner Gimli will help you, the sooner you will have a chance at seeing Aragorn. Besides, what good will you do to Aragorn if you are injured yourself?"

Legolas stopped struggling immediately, his blue eyes locking with those of Frodo. The words of the young hobbit were wise, and held truth in it. Frodo let out a sigh of relief, knowing very well how stubborn an Elf could be. And he could understand the fair Elf's feelings. Aragorn was their friend, to see him injured had left them all in shock. For if Aragorn was injured, what was there to become of the Fellowship? He had thought that the Elf would have taken over the lead, for he was after all, fast, with excellent hearing and far seeing eyes. But fate had interfered, leaving both the ranger and the Elf injured. Boromir had taken the lead, and that unnerved the young Hobbit. Somehow the man made him feel small, useless, and even more so, scared. Frodo knew it was because of the Ring, and that scared him even more. To have such a powerful thing around his neck, powerful enough to even temp the strongest men.

"There, all done!"

The triumphant yell the Dwarf had called out, shook him out of his reverie. He looked up into a smug face, almost not visible in the thick beard. Sam, Merry and Pippin giggled behind him and he wondered why they sounded so merry. That was until he saw the object of their laughter, and couldn't help but laugh himself. Legolas scowled, not looking all too pleased with the result himself. It was obvious that the sturdy Dwarf had never learned to attend to wounds properly. The so called bandage covered more of Legolas his head, than it did his ears. The Elf was barely visible through the thick layer of tightly wrapped cloths.

"Gimli, I told you to attend to Legolas his wounds, not to inflict him even more hinder, he can barely see!"

The Dwarf just shrugged, sitting next to the Hobbits by the fire.

"His ears are covered, are they not?"

Frodo glanced to Boromir, knowing the man could not object to that. Gimli was speaking the truth after all. Boromir threw the Dwarf a glare, but decided to be wise and let it be. If locking eyes could be fatal, Gimli would be death in an instant. The Elf had a cold steel glare, looking straight to the Dwarf. It was unfortunate though, that the bandage made him look rather comical, instead of the dangerous creature it was. Boromir removed the bandage, taking a look at the injuries himself. He was no healer, but he knew a few things about wounds. It was not bad, if only the bleeding would stop, and so he had no other choice, then to apply the bandage again, this time more proper. The Elf stopped him when he was about to stand up.

"Aragorn?"

Boromir hesitated, glancing back to the unconscious form. He dare not say what he was thinking, but the unsettling elven eyes made him say the truth. He felt like he could not lie.

"I do not know what ails him, I can not find injuries, nor can I find a reason for him collapsing."

Legolas nodded, knowing all too well what Boromir was trying to tell him. It was as he had feared, something black had touched Aragorn. And his fear grew stronger. What had happened to the ranger? And what if it had affected him more then they could ever know? He only hoped that he did not need to fight his friend, if he was taken by Sauron.