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Author Notes: So many reviews!!! @_@ If I *ever* get a hundred; I think I'm going to die from sheer happiness! …*Hint, hint*… lol! Anyway, thank you to every single one of those who have reviewed, and even to those who have not, but have still read my story.

English is my second language, so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes I could have made. Elvish is the way I believe it to be, most likely mistaken, quotes are taken from the book, with thoughts of my own added, of course…and…R&R, please?

Master in Deceiving
By Yours Truly

"I see a great smoke," said Legolas. "What may that be?"

{Your own mind}

"Battle and war!" said Gandalf. "Ride on!"

And with those words, the company galloped towards the Gap of Rohan. They rode on through sunset, and slow dusk, and gathering night. When at last they halted and dismounted, even Aragorn was stiff and weary.
Only a little time of rest was allowed, and the dwarf was quick to enjoy it fully, stretching on the floor and sleeping soundly, Aragorn lay down, looking up at the sky, and Legolas lay on his blankets, looking asleep to everyone.

But he was not.

{Mithrandir is watching over us}
{He will kill you all, for he is not Gandalf. Do you honestly believe your dear friend shall rise from death to redeem you of the guilt?}
{Why should I distrust? I am so tired of having to fight for everything…so tired…}
{Then sleep, little Prince. Sleep, you shall be fine, and you shall rest}
{Sleep? I have not done so in years, it seems}
{And here is your chance}
{Dangers…}
{Sleep, Legolas, go to sleep}
{I should not…}

Gandalf stood, leaning on his staff, gazing into the darkness, east and west. Then sharp eyes focused on his companions, resting finally on the seemingly resting form of the elf.

"Rest would do all of us good; yet, if sleep is not your friend on this night, then rise, dear Legolas, and see the moon you love" He whispered gently, startling the fair one, and making him turn to face the powerful Istari.

{So tired…}
{Sleep}

The elf glanced at his friend's face, and nodded mutely, standing from his position on the ground and glancing at the sky. His eyes going focused and unfocused as he looked into the beautiful night.

{Losta} (Sleep)
{Rest}
{Forget everything}
{Just relax}
{Nothing is going to happen}
{Merely a little rest}

"Mithrandir?" His whisper broke the silence suddenly, and Gandalf turned to face him. "Who are you?"

The wizard did not look surprised at the question, glancing around and spotting no living thing, he walked closer to the younger elf, and touched his shoulder. "I am Gandalf the Grey, now white," he said with a small smile "I am still your friend, that has gone through some serious trials, and has come out victorious. I am more powerful than I was. Power changes us all, Legolas. And to me, it did this" He signaled himself, and sat down in the ground. "Yet, I sense, you ask beyond your words, Prince of Mirkwood"
The elf sat next to him and did nothing but stare blankly at him for some silent moments.

'Im pedo atahan nîn pith pân i annan´(I speak beyond my words all the time)

{When I speak}

'Man car lye pedo ned si?' (What do you speak of now?)

{Of death}

'Ned lya' (Of you) Legolas whispered, not looking at Gandalf 'Lya thia delu, si. Al be Mithrandir carant' (You seem dangerous, now. Not like Mithrandir did)

{Not like the friend you murdered ever did}

'Ae Im lothron pedon hen, neth cunn' (If I may say this, young Prince) 'Im thia fair, si…a o an breitho' (You seem mortal, now…and about to break)

{I am} {You are}
{But how did he know?}

Surprised eyes turned to his, and his controlled emotions almost slipped…but they remained inside.
'Lya lothron' (You may) He answered finally, in a defeated voice. 'Im ingon lya ad' (I suppose you are back) He said softly, and Gandalf nodded his head, watching him with concern.
'An maer?' (For good?)
Another nod.

Legolas then looked at him, and Mithrandir almost gasped out loud at the uncontrolled emotions suddenly free in those blue pools.

"All right Mithrandir." He said softly "When is Boromir going to be back? Is it soon? I am beginning to miss his company"

Ancient eyes softened and the old man moved closer to the elf, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "You know the answer to that, Legolas. Do not hide, in your mind"

"Is it soon?"
"Legolas…"
"He was teaching swordplay to Merry and to Pippin. The two little ones were doing very good; he said to me…you remember do you not? Those merry hobbits are great company for such a dark journey; I wonder where did they run off to, now? Did Boromir go with them? I believe you were with them…"
"Prince Legolas, you already have all the answers to those questions, and they are hard to face, young one. But they are important ones, you must recall them, so that we may continue on this journey to save this land"
Unfocused eyes went wide. "You are right Mithrandir" Legolas whispered, surprised. "How could I have forgotten?"
"'Tis all right, Legolas, this is a hard journey to all involved. You are carrying extra weight, in this travel"
The elf did not seem to hear his words "I have still not found the little ones! Frodo and Sam are incredible, I have not seen any sign of their presence…Pippin and Merry are great as well, but the trace they leave is like an orc trail…Pippin even dropped his Lórien leaf! Poor hobbit. Aragorn kept it, so we can give it back to him when we find his hiding place" He seemed to look around, as if waiting for the hobbits to giggle around some tree "Boromir has still not returned, I hope he has not gotten lost, for we have traveled a long way from the river on which he sails…I wonder if he has seen the hobbits…"

"Legolas!" Another voice interrupted the elf's speech and Gandalf's worried observation of the prince. "Come here, my friend"
With graceful movement, Legolas moved to where he was being called to, and sat on the ground next to Aragorn. "Yes, Estel?" he said softly, looking into brown eyes with unfocused blue ones.
"Tell me something, Legolas," the man whispered gently "Do you know where we are?"
The prince frowned, and nodded. "Of course I know, Estel. Why do you ask that?"
"Could you please tell me, Legolas?" His voice was gentle, and Mithrandir watched quietly, waiting for an answer from the elf.
"What is this, Aragorn?"
"Please, Legolas"
"We are in…in Moria? Nay wait, 'tis not Moria…it is dark though…Parth Galen…were we not there…Nay, nay, we traveled…" Wide eyes turned to Aragorn as the human sat up on the ground. "Where are we, Estel?"

Aragorn looked into dull eyes for the light of his friend, as he had done the other night.

And turned to face Gandalf in fear when he did not found it.

To be continued
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