Woo! Last Chapter...Woo! Hope you like, PLEASE REVIEW!! MY SANITY DEPENDS ON IT!!! *sits in the corner singing along to Linkin Park* eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!! Enough of my insanity...here's my story!

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Aragorn walked away from the healing house, after waiting a few dozen minutes. He walked over to Pippin who was leaning against a fence looking out over the river.

"Strider.....Will Legolas be okay?" The young hobbit asked, staring up at Aragorn. Aragorn paused then nodded.

"I'm sure he'll be fine Pippin." He sighed, leaning against the fence. "If they can sort him out that is!" He thought to himself.

"But surely he should stay in the healing house!" Replied Pippin looking surprised and turning round to mirror Aragorn's pose by leaning against the fence.

Aragorn frowned and looked over at Pippin. "He is at the healing house." He said slowly, wondering if the young hobbit was confused. "And you should be too halfling! The bruise on your forehead is bigger than I thought it would be!"

Pippin blinked and looked over the river to the forest on the other side. "Legolas is in the forest!" He exclaimed after a little pause. "I saw him go in there a minute ago!"

Aragorn shook his head. "He's in the healing house, come on, I'll take you there!" He took Pippin's arm and guided him towards the healing house, Arwen was standing outside when they got there.

"Aragorn thank god you're here!" She exclaimed running towards him. "Legolas has gone! He attacked the healers and left!"

"I TOLD YOU!" Yelled Pippin, getting thoroughly over-excited at the thought of being right for once. Aragorn nodded to Pippin and pushed him inside the healing house, ignoring the cries of protest coming from him.

Aragorn took off into the forest immediately, holding his sword out in front of him. Who knew what Legolas could do in this state of mind? He searched for hours, ignoring the harsh winds, but found nothing. Finally he got to the place where Legolas had been injured, he looked over a small ledge, then froze as someone spoke.

"Hey - Ranger!"

Aragorn spun round to the shout and came face to face with - Legolas, who was pointing an arrow straight towards Aragorn. His eyes widened as Legolas shot the arrow straight into Aragorns chest. He gasped for a longing breath and slumped onto the floor, the arrow had pierced his lungs, and he died as he fell to the ground.

Legolas looked round, then smirked slightly as hundreds of Black - haired Elves...The turithors, came out from the trees. They too were smirking.

"Welcome to the new realm!" He laughed. Legolas stepped over Aragorns body and walked off into the forest, followed by the masses of turithors. Some of them were laughing, some looked rather solemn, but Legolas walked with them smiling.

"I'm home!" He whispered.