Summary: A trip back to Mirkwood proves life threatening for Legolas. Ok, so I'm bad at summaries but please read and review.
Authors note: I will warn you now that during the course of this story Legolas will become very ill. I am sorry to all you the fellow Leggy fans out there. I do not mean to hurt him.
There are also two ending to this story as I couldn't decided upon which I preferred so I though 'Oh well I'll use both.' You can decide which you like that best. Please review as they make me very happy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas (as much as I wish I could), Elrond or Aragorn. I do own Novavar, Arre, Imglin and a few of the other elves. If you haven't heard of them before then they are probably just some weird creation of mine.
So here's the story...
An arrow through the heart
The moon was rising high in Rivendell and a solitary figure lay watching the shadows of the clouds dance across the sky. He had been lay here without realising for quite some time now. This was his favourite place. It was unusual for Aragorn to be lying here alone though. For years he and his two friends, Legolas and Novavar had come out here together to watch the stars at night and reflect on the day's events. He looked forward to this peaceful time of the evening when he could spend some time along with his friends and relax without having to worry about any thing.
Tonight he was alone though. Legolas and Novavar had gone to visit Mirkwood a few weeks ago and would be returning in two days time. Novavar had been brought up as a respectable female elf in Mirkwood and Legolas was Prince there. They had both decided that they should pay a visit to their family and friends, as they hadn't been back for quite some time. Aragorn too had longed to go along but he had had more pressing matters to deal with in Rivendell. Now those matters were no longer worrying anyone he had to wait for his friends to return.
Aragorn suddenly realised the time. He stood up and made his way back to the great halls of Rivendell. As he walked he thought of his friends and the fun they would be having journeying back to Rivendell together. Two other Elves, Imglin and Arré, had also gone to visit Mirkwood. This was more for protection, despite Legolas' protests, than for the journey itself. Aragorn couldn't wait to here all about it. He was excited for their return.
He truly appreciated good friends now. He missed Legolas' practical jokes and lively humour. He missed Novavar's girly yet boisterous ways. They were his best friends and although he loved them before they went away, he now understood what it would be like if he didn't have any friends. Rivendell just didn't have the same sparkle when they weren't here.
Aragorn headed back to his room and as soon as he was deep within his bed he was asleep. He dreamt of the journey he would loved to have been on with Legolas and Novavar. He couldn't wait for the next two days to pass.
The following days went by very slowly for Aragorn. He had to find things to occupy his mind to save him from going mad.
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At last the days was here when his two friends would at last return to Rivendell. Aragorn was sat on a small rock by a fast flowing river in the grounds of the halls. He heard someone coming up behind him. It was Amanrod.
"I have been asked to give you a message Lord Aragorn." The young elf spoke politely, "I have been told to tell you that your friends are arriving now at the northern side of Rivendell."
"Thank you" Aragorn replied. With that the boy hurried off.
Aragorn waited until he had left, then, trying to hide his excitement, he stood up and hurried to where he knew Legolas and Novavar would be coming from.
As soon as he reached the long road into Rivendell he recognised the four very tired figures. He also realised that there was something wrong. Two exhausted Elves were carrying a very limp body up the road. The elf being carried was Legolas. He had one arm around Arré's shoulders and one arm around Imglin's shoulders. His head was hung and he was lifted slightly off the ground. He didn't look conscious from where Aragorn stood.
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Before I go I would like to add one of my out takes to the bottom of this story. I do not want to put them up as a fic on their own (as they are not a form of story) so I will probably put one at the bottom of each chapter. If anyone knows of another site that I can post them on I would love to hear of it. Loadsa Luv LegyLuva xxx
On the hill at Weathertop;
*Frodo has just put on the ring and become invisible. Aragorn is fighting ring wraiths with sword and fire*
Aragorn: "Woohoo! I'm getting quite good at this!"
*Spins around and falls flat on his face*
Frodo: "Ow! Watch where your going."
Aragorn: "That won't do any good, YOUR INVISIBLE!!!"
*Sam, Merry and Pippin join in the fight but Frodo keeps getting in the way*
Peter: "Come on Frodo. Watch where you're going."
Frodo: "But its stuck! The ring is stuck on my finger. It won't come off"
Peter: (smirking) "Ok. Lets have a look. Where are you!?!"
Frodo: "You can't have a look 'cos you can't SEE me! Oh No!!! I'm doomed. No one will ever see me again!"
Aragorn: "No big loss there then"
Frodo: "I'm invisible not deaf!!"
*A stone flies through the air and hits Aragorn on the head*
Peter: "Don't worry you're not really invisible. Only when I put it into the computer."
*He types something it the computer and Frodo re-appears looking relieved but guilty*
Frodo: "So I'm not always invisible when I put the ring on?!? (*gulps*) That explains a lot! Oops"
