Aragorns face softened "I'm sorry Legolas.I'm just very worried." He glanced around at the company then lowered Legolas to the ground slowly.

"Pippin."

Pippin glanced up when he heard his name, then made his way over to Aragorn as he was beckoned.

"Pippin, I need you too ride out to Rivendell and tell them of Legolas' misfortune, wait there for us and make haste!" Pippin frowned then looked over at the other members of the company.

"Why are you sending me?" He asked, untying his pony from the rest.

"I have to stay with Legolas, Gimli cannot ride, Frodo has the ring wraiths after him and Sam is not very trustworthy on a pony." Aragorn stopped after the short explanation. "We are going to follow you as soon as you set off, but if you ride quickly they can be ready for Legolas as soon as we get there. I'm not sure how long it will take to get Legolas up on a horse." Added on Aragorn grimly.

"What about Merry?" Asked Pippin, looking over at his close friend, then back at Aragorn. Aragorn shook his head.

"I need him for different things, now go!"

Pippin watched Aragorn for a few seconds, the reared up his pony and shot off in the direction of Rivendell. Merry stood up and watched him go in confusion, then he looked at Legolas and sat back down.

Legolas was drifting in and out of consciousness, Aragorn looked round at the rest of the company. "Everyone get set up, take your horses and set of for Rivendell!"

"Why did you just send Pippin to Rivendell...When we are just gonna follow him 2 seconds later?" Asked Merry, standing up and pulling his pack on.

"Legolas is going to take longer to get on a horse, and Pippin can help prepare for our arrival!" Came the answer.

They had taken a few of the leftover horses that the elves were riding, and decided to keep them. The company set off without saying a word, leaving Aragorn and Legolas behind them.

Aragorn tried to set Legolas on a horse without causing to much pain. The Elf said nothing, but gritted his teeth and tried to stay conscious, but it was getting harder by the minute.

Aragorn looked down at Legolas as he rode on towards Rivendell. His eyes were open, but only just and Aragorn wasn't sure if he was asleep. His suspicions fell through when Legolas blinked and stirred slowly. He winced and coughed miserably.

"Legolas you need your rest!" Said Aragorn softly, guiding the horse over a particularly rocky piece of ground.

"Can't sleep." Mumbled Legolas hoarsely. Aragorn sighed and sped the horse up.

Legolas winced again and closed his eyes. Falling into a deeper state of unconsciousness with every passing minute. He was having alarming thoughts for an elf. He wanted to make the pain leave him, and the only way he could think of to do that was to die. "Aragorn...I know who...The Elves were..." He gasped, then his voice trailed off.

Aragorn stopped the horse suddenly, as Legolas fell limp. Too limp. He couldn't be asleep.

"Legolas?" Said the ranger shakily, he touched the elves cheek gently then drew his hand back in horror. His cheek was freezing cold. "Legolas wake up!" He ordered, trying to stay calm.

Legolas was in that dream again. Darkness all around and no pains whatsoever. It was a bit lonely, but he assured himself it was worth it. Then he stopped, of course it wasn't worth it! His father always said life isn't worth living if you don't have pain. He tried to scream out to Aragorn, the turithors were talking to him.

"Didn't you like learning with us Legolas?" One of them asked.

"No!" Cried Legolas, backing away from the images of the Turithors.

"You learnt many spells...Many evil spells!" Another one hissed.

"No! Aragorn please help me!" Screamed Legolas, trying to pull himself out of unconsciousness.

"Don't you want to kill the ranger?" Asked a woman, one of the only female turithors.

"No! He's my friend! He's .....my friend!" Gasped Legolas, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes.