A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews! Here is another story that I personally love: "Irulan" by Darma Druid and its sequel "Irulan II: The Journey Continues". Well, back to the story!

Over the next few days, I watched the hobbits who were having a more difficult time walking in the snow. I felt sorry for them and always let them cuddle next to me for warmth at night. Finally, we were traveling in a heavy snowstorm. Legolas, who was helping me aid the hobbits, suddenly looked up and ran in front of Gandalf.

"There is a fell voice in the air!" he cried out.

"It is Saruman!" Gandalf yelled. Just then, some loosely packed snow above us fell. I shielded the hobbits as best as I could.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain!" Aragorn shouted over the deafening roar of the wind and snow. "We must turn back!"

"No!" Gandalf cried desperately. He climbed onto the snow and started chanting in Quenya. I listened closely and heard another deep chanting countering Gandalf's. I looked up and noticed that the sky was turning dark.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning came crashing down on the top of the mountain. The snow packed there came loose and fell on top of us. Legolas pushed Gandalf away just in time. However, I felt the heavy impact of the snow on top of me and blacked out. **************************************************************************** *************

"Ally!" a desperate voice cried. "Ally!"

I felt someone slap my face. "Pippin! Don't do that! She's in enough pain already!" another voice hissed.

I groaned as I struggled to open my eyes.

"Look! She's coming back!" the first voice cried merrily.

I fluttered my eyes and finally got them to stay open. I looked around and saw all the hobbits and Legolas crowding around me.

"Ally, you scared us for a moment. When I saw Legolas carrying you in his arms, I thought you were dead!" Pippin cried, pouting slightly.

I looked at Legolas and saw that he was staring at me. He quickly glanced away when my eyes turned to him.

I looked back at Pippin and smiled. "I am fine. You shouldn't worry so much about me. I am as tough as your hobbit feet," I said, pointing at his hairy feet.

Pippin beamed.

"All right, aieraeasshort ones," a voice said. I saw Aragorn struggle to make his way through the crowd. "I need to stitch Ally up."

When I heard the last comment, I bolted up. Immediately, I felt a searing pain flow through my head. I groaned loudly and felt someone help me back down. I opened my eyes and saw Legolas.

"Hush. You needn't worry. Aragorn is good with the needle," he said calmly. "Almost as good as the ladies back in Rivendell," he added with a smile as he looked at Aragorn.

"Shush, elf. I am only good with the stitching needle, not the sewing needle," Aragorn said glancing at Legolas.

"I'm sure," Legolas smirked.

"Hello? I am kind of in pain here and would like some medical attention from any person who is good with any needle," I whined.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Legolas said, his expression turning quickly to worry.

Aragorn stared at Legolas suspiciously then turned back to me. "This might hurt a bit because you have a rather large gash on your forehead," Aragorn said and pulled out a sterilized needle.

Legolas held my hand and squeezed it in comfort as Aragorn bent down to sew me back together. I cried out in pain when I felt the needle go through my skin. As I screamed in agony, I squeezed Legolas' hand as hard as I can to ease my pain a bit.

Legolas grimaced a bit but held my hand even tighter. Finally, Aragorn had me stitched up. "There, as good as new," he beamed.

I finally let go of Legolas' hand. Aragorn turned to him. "She will need some attention throughout the whole night. I suppose, since you elves do not sleep, that you stay with her to supply her with everything she needs. I, as a human, need much sleep. However, if her wound becomes red or she complains of frequent headaches throughout the night, wake me up. If there is nothing wrong with her, don't wake me up," he warned.

Legolas nodded. The hobbits, reluctant to leave me side, finally left to their bundles of blankets already set out on the floor.

I sat up and looked around and saw Gimli sitting on a rock speaking to Gandalf. I only caught some words like "mines" and "cousin". I found Boromir, who was sitting by the fire, staring at me. I quickly looked away, suddenly afraid of the look he was giving me.

Legolas saw my discomfort and glared at Boromir, who quickly turned away. "Ally, are you all right?"

I nodded then grimaced, feeling the searing hot pain in my head. Legolas lay me back down on the blankets. We were silent as we watched everyone else slip into deep slumber. I looked at Legolas and took in every single one of his features. His blonde hair glimmered slightly in the fire's light. I noticed that the edges around his face were soft. 'I wonder if his skin is smooth,' I thought to myself. Realizing my thoughts I slapped my forehead without thinking.

Immediately, that all too familiar feeling of pain swept through me again. Legolas looked at me strangely then realized that I was in pain. He quickly picked me up and placed me gently on his lap. I had hit the same spot that was just stitched up. Fortunately, the stitches did not come undone.

I started to sweat from the pain and cried softly. Legolas rocked me back and forth, whispering comforting words in Elvish. After, the pain slowly decreased, I lifted my head from his chest. "Diola Ilethank you," I whispered, wiping some tears away.

"Lle creoso you're welcome. Esta sin rest now," he said, laying me down again.

I struggled to get up. "Laa No," I said as I got up with some difficulty.

Legolas helped me up again. I sighed. "Legolas, you needn't help me with everything. I can do it." And to prove just that, I stood up without any difficulty. I just had trouble walking. When I took one step, the whole world seemed to shake under my feet. I swayed and felt myself fall.

However, I never touched the ground. I opened my eyes and stared into the deep blue of Legolas' eyes. He had caught me in his arms. "Are you sure you don't need help?" Legolas asked as his eyes flickered with amusement.

I smiled. "I'm sorry. I guess I do need a bit of help," I said, pushing myself out of his arms. I hesitated then asked, "Can you walk with me? I feel like taking a stroll tonight. After all, the weather's nice."

Legolas looked surprised. "Of course," he said and quickly took my hand.

As we walked by Aragorn, I heard him cough wildly, as if he was covering a smothered laugh. I glared at his "sleeping" form. Immediately, he rolled over and was silent once more. Legolas, however, seemed to take no notice of this.

When we walked a bit from the camp, I stopped. "The night is very beautiful, isn't it Legolas?" I asked dreamily.

Legolas looked to the distance. "Yes, it is. I remember in Mirkwood that I would stare at the same stars as we are now and dream of far away adventures."

"How I would love to visit Mirkwood!" I exclaimed truthfully. Legolas turned to me.

"Really?"

"Yes, I have always heard wonderful stories of it: the spiders, the orcs, and tall trees!"

Legolas looked stunned. "You mean, you want to go to Mirkwood to see what others dread to see?"

"What? Do they dread to see tall trees?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"No. I mean the part about spiders and orcs. Do you really want to see them?" he asked, looking at me as if I was crazy.

I laughed, trying to ignore the pain in my head as I did. I knew that if I showed any signs of pain, Legolas would make me lie down again. "No, I was only kidding."

Legolas looked relieved. "You know, Ally. These are not the times to be kidding around about things like that," he scolded.

I rolled my eyes. "This is the most perfect times to kid around. With all this tension in the air, people forget to laugh and smile again. I might be the savior of happiness!"

Legolas chuckled. "See! This is what I meant!" I exclaimed.

"You might be right, Ally," Legolas said, looking at me. He stopped laughing. "You know, you are different from others that I know."

"Oh, really. You finally figured that out?" I asked sarcastically.

"Nay, I figured it out the moment I saw you burst through those doors during the dinner," he said.

"Oh, yes. That," I muttered, turning pink in embarrassment. I pressed on, curious of what he thought of me, for reasons unknown to me. "What do see that is different about me?"

He sat still for a moment. "You are unlike any maiden I know. Sure, there are maidens in Mirkwood that are interested in archery and weaponry like you. But, you are a balance between being a lady and being a. male."

I nodded, understanding what he was trying to say. "So do you think I would ever become another Arwen Evenstar?" I asked.

Legolas looked stunned (he seemed to do that a lot around me). "Why no! I thought that was implied when I said you were unlike any maiden I knew. You could never be Arwen!"

I did not know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.

"I mean, you are just as beautiful, but you are nowhere near her ladylike behavior," he added sheepishly.

I took that as a compliment. "Why, thank you, Legolas. I am glad another person thinks of me that way. Now, my head is hurting very badly, so may we go back?" I asked, grimacing from the pain from my head.

Legolas immediately took my hand and guided me back to the camp.

A/N: So, how was it? Nothing serious yet, though some feelings are shown. I'm just making all of you wait, aren't I? I'm sorry. I am trying to find an interesting way of letting the feelings out *wink,wink*. Oh, yeah. I have posted another story called "For All Eternity"! I hope you read it! Bye!