Author's note: Last chapter, people. A long one this time too. I could have made it two chapters but did not want you to wait even longer. On with the reviews. (wiping my forehead right now, so many to respond to *grins)

Aislynn Crowdaughter: Thank you so much for loving my story. As you can see, all your questions are answered in this last chapter. Of course if had to be Legolas stumbling upon the fight of Frodo and Boromir. Afterall, he had sworn to protect the Hobbit.

Taylor: *laughs* I'm glad you think I'm more of the good evil kind of person. That means you like cliff-hangers. I will keep that in mind in my next story. No need to kick poor Bormir's ass, after all, we all know what happens to the poor bloke. Of course you're special, you're a reviewer! Btw, sorry about not responding to your emails. Life was hectic, really hectic. I'll get right on it.

Elven Archer Tiniwiel: No, luckily Legolas is not dead, poor Frodo was a bit upset and too early in his presumptions the Elf was gone. Aragorn was blinded by a trick of Sarumon, knowing the Ring would easily wreak more havoc if the Ranger was not such a burden. No, there's nobody else tempted, thank god. Thank you for your review!

Jay of Lasgalen: Leaves, that's it! Thank you so much for responding. I'll go change that. It does matter to me, I just couldn't guess the right word. Thank you for all your wonderful reviews.

Lady Jaina: Yes, big twist in that last chapter, boy, do we like cliffies! Thank you for your sweet review.

Midnight: Yes, I'm so sorry for leaving you with such a cliff-hanger. I finished the story though. Thank you fro the review.

Sabercrazy: lol, I so know the feeling, sometimes I don't feel like logging in either. NO! I did not do what you think I did, if I think you are thinking what I'm thinking you are thinking. Erm, right, well, Legolas is not dead! *winks* Thank you for your wonderful comments.

Rynn: I did not kill Legolas, there, I said it and I did not lie. I so hope you did not die of the suspense because I know I kept you waiting for a long time. And thanks for the word I was looking for, leaves, now I will never ever forget.

Asen: Oops, sharpen your sword? Isn't it sharp enough? *falls on knees* Please forgive me for not updating sooner! And do not hunt the plot bunnies! I like them, they keep my story going, hehehe. I think Arwen had blue eyes in the movie, did she not? But all Rivendell Elves have brown eyes, so my Arwen will have brown eyes as well. *hides from all fans who love the movie and like to flame all who don't follow up with it* I like Aragorn/ Legolas stories more myself as well, but one reader asked for Arwen in the story, so she got a little guest appearance.

Wherecat99: Thank you for such a nice review. Though I'm curious why my view of Legolas is interesting. I think you're referring to the whole ears under water thing, or not? I dunno, lemme know if you want. Hurray, another writer from another country. Us foreign writers need to stick together, lol.

Lil*bee: You are so right, I needed to update sooner, I'm sorry. I wasn't planning to leave Legolas like that for so long. Thank you for all the great comments throughout the story.

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Pain seared through him, though it was not pain like he thought it would be. It was pain telling him he was alive, injured but otherwise well. In shock the blue eyes locked with the dark ones of his attacker, who was still standing above him, wide-eyed, an expression of worry and a flicker of shame on his face. His hands were shaking, trying to hold the sword that was now embedded in the Elf's shoulder. Boromir did not understood why he had done it, what he was doing. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his body shivering of shock, of what he had done. He had just injured one of his friends, and he hardly knew why.

"What is happening to me?" He whispered softly, more to himself then the Elf beneath him.

Legolas would happily have answered that question, but for now, he was more anxious to have the sword removed. It pained him greatly, and he feared the Gondorian Man would soon let go of the sword, he feared the outcome of that.

"Boromir, the sword, please?"

The Steward looked up, a frown on his face before he realised what Legolas was referring to. He knew it was going to pain the Elf even more when he removed the sword, but it was what had to be done. He did not warned the fair being, or said a word, but simply pulled back the sword with one pull, winching at the pain that momentarily crossed Legolas' features. The Elf did not cry out however, and Boromir was glad for that, it would only have made it more difficult for him.

"I am sorry; I do not know what.."

Legolas waved it away with his hand, not wanting to hear an apology; he understood it was already hard for the Man to accept he had been lured by the Ring. And he knew Boromir had not meant for this to happen. After all, he could have killed him, but he had not done it. He sat up slowly, assessing the seriousness of his wound. It was deep, and bleeding badly, but it had only tore muscle and flesh. It would heal soon enough.

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Frodo ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, while tears were running freely down his pale cheeks. He knew a life was depending on him, and the goodness of a soul, if he was not already too late. He was reaching the camp, he saw the small gleam of fire approaching and figures huddled near it. He could hear murmured words, though not understanding the meaning of it all. Frodo stepped into camp quietly, seeing they were all surrounding Strider. What had happened? Was the Ranger even more injured? But when he looked closely, he saw smiles on his companions' faces. Sam was the first to spot his master and jumped up; hugging the tense Hobbit without realizing Frodo was upset.

"Mister Frodo, I am glad to see you, you were away for quite some time and missed a lot."

The two other Hobbits joined in as well, Pippin, as merry as he was, could not hide the good news, and would have shouted it if it had not been so quiet in the rest of the forest.

"Strider can see, he just blinked a couple of times and then said; where is Legolas? Can ya believe that? It's a miracle I say."

Strider had his sight back? How? By the looks of it, the others would not be able to answer that question, so he turned to the person they were discussing. Indeed the grey eyes were fixed upon him, and no longer unseeing. Though they narrowed, taking in the appearance of the small Hobbit, and the Ranger immediately sensed there was something amiss. That small token reminded Frodo why had had returned so suddenly. He gasped for air, he had run many miles, and was a bit out of breath.

"Boromir, he attacked me...Legolas intervened though, saved me...said I needed to warn you...but, I fear I am too late."

The others were quiet immediately, the Hobbits glancing to each other in worry. Gimli huffed, standing up and leaning on his axe, looking at Frodo.

"Why do you think you are late, little master? You are talking in riddles, and I fear I do not have the patience to guess."

Aragorn rose as well, his hand on the hilt of his sword, knowing there was a battle to be fought, a battle he hoped that would not cost lives. Frodo flushed, knowing of course the others would not understand him, the way he had tried to explain, and so he first caught his breath before he replied.

"When I ran away, I heard a cry of Legolas, a cry of pain without mistake. I fear we may already be too late, Boromir was not quite himself when he tried to take the Ring."

Aragorn nodded, he had known the Gondorian man would be tempted one day. But he had not thought it would be so soon. He still did not understand why his sight had just returned like that, but he was glad it had. His Elven friend needed him, and blinded he would not be able to offer much help.

"Gimli, stay with the Hobbits, Frodo and I will confront Boromir." There was no need for all of them to go, it would only distress the tempted human further more. Frodo nodded, walking alongside Aragorn, telling him which way to go. He needed to leave soon, he would not go with the others. The Ring was destroying them all, he would make the journey alone, like he knew he eventually had to. Lord Elrond, even Galadriel had warned him, it was his path to walk, and his burden to bear.

"You are leaving, are you not Frodo?"

The Hobbit turned to look at him, his blue eyes not holding the truth from the Ranger. "I cannot stay with you longer. The Ring, he is tempting you all, I do not know who to trust anymore Strider."

Aragorn stopped, seeing Frodo was indeed leaving them, but he would not try to stop Frodo. In the end, it was Frodo who needed to complete the journey; he had known that all along. He had hoped though he would lead him into the lands of Mordor.

"I would have gone with you till the end."

Frodo smiled, a sad smile, and he took the Ring in his hand, showing it the Ranger.

"Can you tell me you can deny this, what is in my palm? Can you swear you do not want it?"

Aragorn sighed, kneeling before the young Hobbit, looking at the Ring, not with temptation in his eyes, but with disgust and a bit of interest. He shook his head, his grey eyes still fixed on the small object in the palm of the Hobbit's hand, his own larger hand closing the fingers of Frodo around it.

"I would have gone with you till the end," he repeated, meaning every word of it. He wanted to ask the Hobbit how far it was until they would reach Legolas and Boromir, but could not. From not far the cry of Orcs could be heard, their feet making the noise of a thousand drums. Man and Hobbit glanced briefly to each other, knowing this was not good, they were after the Ring.

"Go!," Aragorn ordered, knowing it was only a matter of minutes before they would be spotted. Frodo hesitated; he did not wanted to leave his friend in a situation like this but also knew he had to, for they could not get the Ring.

"Go!," Aragorn said once more, this time more urgent, his eyes showing worry. Frodo did not hesitate and fled, hoping he would see his friend again. Aragorn stood ready, sword drawn, when a band of Uruk-Hai's marched towards him. He would not fail this time. He could only hope Legolas was well and able to defend himself.

**************************************** Boromir had helped Legolas up, feeling guilty, ashamed of himself. But the Elf had not acted as if the Man was at fault, and had merely shrugged, claiming he understood it. He had thought the being would act more aggressive, or even more so hurt for the betrayal, but he was comforted in the way Legolas shrugged it off, as if it could happen to any of them. In the end, of course it could happen to any of them, it just needed more time. He wanted to thank the Elf, but was interrupted by sounds, like drums. Legolas frowned, motioning for Boromir to be quiet, straining his ears to catch it, make out what it was. It did not take him long, as he took his bow swiftly, notching an arrow in only seconds, too fast for the Steward to follow.

"Yrchs!"

Boromir did not need an explanation of that word, he had heard Legolas shout it before, and his blood ran cold. Orcs, they had been followed by the foul creatures of Sarumon. And no doubt, Frodo had warned the others. The blond Elf was thinking along the same lines, knowing help was on the way, but he was more worried about the ones being left in camp.

"Boromir, head for camp, I will distract the Orcs."

Both knew the Orcs would be after the Hobbits, so they needed a good distraction, and right now, the Elf, a bleeding Elf was the best one. They all knew the deep hatred the creatures had for Elves, it reminded them of what they once had been, fair beings, not the disfigured ugly things they were now. Boromir nodded, knowing Legolas could manage, even if he was injured. He gave one nod before disappearing into the woods. Legolas waited patiently, bow drawn. He did not need to wait long, before the Uruk-Hai's were upon him. He killed many before he ran, luring them away from camp. Fortunately he stumbled upon Aragorn, who was fighting his own battle against the creatures. They exchanged one look, a look that said hello's as well as the message they were fine. Aragorn was fighting hard, his sword red from the dark blood of the beings. Legolas was using his bow and arrows well. They would make it; the Fellowship was still alive, broken, but alive. Temptation was over, for now.

*************************************** A/N: We all know how it goes from here. Aragorn goes to protect Frodo, though in my story it's a bit changed. Frodo escapes with Sam, Boromir dies and Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas decide to rescue Merry and Pippin from the evil Uruk-Hai's.

I hope you have enjoyed my story. I finally bought a lap-top, which I get in two weeks. After that I have more time to write, since I'm often downstairs and my computer is upstairs. I will see you all, hopefully, in my next story.

Kayleigh