Author's note: Again my many thanks to all of you who have been reviewing my story. I tried to use bold in my writings, but somehow, I cannot succeed in using it on ffnet, anybody know how?

Asen: yep. The plot thickens ;). Aragorn won't be able to lead the group though, sorry! He will only fear that he will be the cause of the breaking of the Fellowship and leaves it to Boromir to lead. I don't know if that is a wise thought though...

Barmy-the-elf: Ahh, if I would answer your questions, there's no need to write more chapters, read and see my friend. LOL, yes, let op de drempels, very useful sign and not only in Amsterdam. I would be happy to have you as beta reader, although O never had one before. How does it work? Maybe you can email me privately?

Lina Skye: aww, I'll let you comfort our poor Estel, he really needs it now *giggles*

Sabercrazy: LOl, you can share the job with Lina if you want, I think Legolas is a little to exhausted to be of help now.

Dreamy-eyes-and-midnight: *bows* thank you!

Zinc: Thank you for adding me to your favourite list. I wasn't sure if I was good enough, because I never wrote anything like this before. I only wrote for Poltergeist, and that's a whole other genre. But I'm very happy you think I'm good enough!

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One eye slowly opened, before the other joined. He had to close them, for the bright light which invaded his eyes was bright, too bright to be early morn. He frowned, opening his eyes again, seeing the sun stood high in the sky, and gave her blissful warmth to the beings walking upon this earth. It had to be late morn then, and he sat up in one fluid motion, causing the person who sat with him to jerk in surprise. Another frown followed the first one on the fair Elf's face, seeing Aragorn sitting close by, his hand placed upon the Elf's shoulder.

"What are you doing, Aragorn?"

The Ranger turned his head into the direction of the voice, and Legolas was reminded of the blindness of his friend, seeing the grey unseeing eyes. His own blue eyes widened for a mere second, surprised that he had forgotten such an important event.

"I am sorry, I did not...I forgot," he added softly.

Those last murmured words seemed to shake the human out of his thoughts, and he squeezed the shoulder he was holding gently. He could almost see the frown on his friend's face, the blue eyes glancing down in shame and he sighed.

"Tis well, Legolas, I seem to forget it as well. Which can only be a good thing, it means I am adjusting to my lost sight."

This was indeed good news, and the Elf smiled. Brave Aragorn, always trying to see the best, even though the worst has happened to him. When he was young, he had always thought men were unknowing, cowards who crawled back into their houses at the first sight of danger, and most of all, lacking of any small evident that there was caring in them. That was until he had met Aragorn, and the Ranger had showed him otherwise. At first Legolas had thought it was the small amount of Elven blood in the human, but he knew now that it was not so.

"Man na rhoeg, nin Mellon? Anîm glass in no lya anta." (1)

Legolas shook his head, at the soft question from Aragorn. He had no reason to feel any joy, he felt as if darkness had claimed him. There was something wrong, and yet he could not name it. And he did not wanted his friend to be worried, not more worried than he already was.

"Aen, men gwannen un ilya ar." (2)

Merry and Pippin were watching the conversation with interest, desperately wanting to know what they were saying. But the words were unfamiliar to them. "What are they saying?" Pippin shrugged that that question, he was no expert in foreign languages. The conversation ended quite abruptly though, when Legolas stood up, not showing any sign of exhaustion or injury for that matter. Boromir stood as well, taking it as a sign that they needed to move on.

"Let us brake up camp, it is time to sail the river once more."

The others complied immediately, only Aragorn stayed where he was, lost in thoughts. Legolas had reacted different, so that could only mean that the Elf indeed was suffering. But from what? And why did he had the feeling something was about to happen? His feeling were troubled, but he kept them to himself, making a mistake with that, a very big mistake.

***************************************** Author's note: The Elvish I used is a combination of Sindarin and Quenya. What is wrong, my friend? I see no joy on your face.(1) Let it be, we lost a whole day. (2)