A/N Well, I decided to go on. I hope you all like this chapter as much as the first one. I do not own anything.

Legolas stood in his chamber at Helm's Deep, it was disturbingly quiet and he could not sleep in the pitch darkness. So he thought about the so-called passing of his friend.

He did not believe that Aragorn had died, Aragorn couldn't just die. Or could he? Anyone, even an Elf, could die in battle, especially one with Wargs. But Legolas did not want to believe that Aragorn had died. Aragorn had been his closest friend; together they were almost unstoppable.

Legolas picked up the Evenstar necklace from the small table near the window. It shone and sparkled like one of the stars in the night sky as it lay on his palm. Aragorn had treasured this necklace; the Lady Arwen had given it to Aragorn when she gave up her immortality for him.

The Lady Arwen. Arwen had always been a dear friend of his. Legolas remembered how much fun they had had together as children, laughing together and sharing secrets. But lately he had wondered how it would feel like to have Arwen as more than just a friend. It was a terrible thought, of course especially since she and Aragorn were deeply in love. He doubted that Arwen would ever love him, even if Aragorn should die.

He would never have a chance with Arwen.



Aragorn sat, slightly slumped, on his horse, Brego. He had been awoken from the most realistic dream ever. Arwen had been dressed in a beautiful blue gown, her dark hair cascading in loose curls down her back. She had lain gentle kisses upon his lips; it had been so perfect.but in a way not.

Aragorn had always thought that he and Arwen's love for each other could overcome any obstacle but recently he had begun to love Arwen in a different way.

Everything had been perfect on the night he and Arwen had kissed on the footbridge. He had never stopped thinking of her, wanting her. He had held onto her like a lifeline, but when he had met the Lady Eowyn everything had changed. She was pretty, very pretty, but she could not compare to Arwen, he loved her not for looks. A strong sense of courage and determination radiated from her, which one could not help but admire. He had grown to enjoy talking and laughing with her. It was quite obvious that she had feelings for him, which, at the time, he could not return. But it was just recently that he uncovered his true feelings for Eowyn. Too recently, Aragorn thought wryly. He could not just dismiss Arwen so quickly! He had loved her passionately for so many years and he had known Eowyn for but a few days! But now his love for Arwen had become stronger and deeper, he loved her as a son would love a mother or a brother would love a sister. Arwen was too perfect. How could he take away her immortality? But how could he stand not to kiss her sweet lips again?

Maybe I should have been killed, Aragorn thought. But it was then that he spotted it. Thousands of Uruk-hai marching in the direction of Helm's Deep! He pulled Brego into a canter, urging him to go faster. He must get to Helm's Deep to warn the people!



Eowyn woke up, opening her eyes to the sun shining brightly through the window. It was as if last night had never happened.

She slid off the bed, not bothering to tidy the twisted mass of crumpled sheets, which she had slept upon. She unfolded a simple blue tunic and brown dress from her pack; she had not had the luxury of time when she packed, simply throwing any item of clothing into the bag. She dressed quickly, deftly lacing up the strings of her dress and brushed her golden hair, wincing when the brush caught a painful snag. Being a woman could be such a bother at times, Eowyn thought. If she were a man, her hair would be less than half the length it is now. She would be able to fight for Rohan.and never have to deal with her unrequited love towards Aragorn.

Don't think about him, Eowyn told herself. He is dead, and even if he somehow survives, he loves another woman. The woman who had given him the necklace.

Slamming down her brush, Eowyn shook her head and hurried out of her chamber and down into the main area of the castle where the villagers stayed.

"Lady Eowyn," a gentle voice came, "I trust you had a good sleep?"

Eowyn turned around, to face the handsome Elf, Legolas, who had arrived with Aragorn and Gimli.

"Yes, of course. And you?" Eowyn asked politely.

"Yes, I did," Legolas answered quickly.

Eowyn nodded and then said, "Legolas? You are a friend of Lord Aragorn, do you believe him dead?"

Legolas looked at her, his light blue eyes full of kindness and wisdom, "Nay, Lady. I am sure he is alive. Aragorn is not one to give in quickly, especially since he has someone to hold on to."

"Who does Lord Aragorn have to hold on to? It is an woman, I am sure."

"You are correct, it is the Lady Arwen," Legolas told her.

"She is the one who gave him the necklace?" Eowyn asked.

"Yes," Legolas answered, "how do you know of the necklace?"

"How could I not? It is the most beautiful piece of jewelry I have ever seen in my life. The moment I saw it, I had no doubt it was a woman who had bestowed it upon him. But the Lady Arwen? I have never heard of her. Is she of royalty?

"Yes, she is of royalty, but of Elven royalty. Her father is Elrond, Lord of the Elven City of Rivendell. Arwen is said to be the fairest creature on Middle Earth," Legolas explained.

Eowyn was stunned. How could she ever have thought about having a chance with Aragorn? He was in love with an Elf, and the fairest one on Middle Earth, no less. Yes, she had been described as beautiful, but how could she compare to an Elf? The answer was simple, she could not. Aragorn would never love her.

"I am sorry, I-I have to see my uncle," Eowyn excused herself, tears threatening to spill down her face.

"Lady Eowyn?" Legolas asked concerned, "you have gone white. Are you sick? May I be of any assistance to you?"

"No, I am fine," Eowyn answered quickly.

Legolas nodded unwillingly, "Be careful."

"I will, thank-you," Eowyn replied.

She treaded her way through the crowds of people, trying to find some privacy.

"I am very sorry, please excuse my clumsiness," Eowyn said to a woman she had knocked over.

She ran through the twisting passages, then threw her body limply onto the cold stone floor. She cried and cried, tears streaming down her face, wetting her tunic, and creating salty puddles on the floor.

"How could I ever have been so daft?" Eowyn asked herself between sobs, "I never had a chance!"

And there she lay, a sad pitiful creature sobbing in the halls of Helm's Deep, where in a few hours a great battle would begin. There was no hope.

A/N well, please review! Sorry there was no Arwen in this chapter, but I didn't know what to do with her. I am open to any suggestions. One big one is who should fall in love with whom. I was planning to do Arwen/Legolas and Aragorn/Eowyn because I like those pairings, but it's also up to you guys, so tell me in your reviews! I love you all, Emily.