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Chapter 2, Never Forget…

"Will he be ok?"

"We are not sure My Lord, he is doing well at the moment."

"How serious is it?"

"Quite. It was a big rock that hit him. He will probably forget a lot of things."

"Like what?"

"I cannot say, memories."

"Oh no, not…"

"Yes, possibly his memories of Rinamarth."

Thranduil hung his head, and looked sideways at his son. He was laid in his bed, deathly pale, and a bandage round his head. Thranduil carefully held the delicate chain in his hands.

"A star shines upon the hour of our meeting."

"And forever it will shine," Thranduil whispered as he read the tiny inscription. He carefully lay it on the table next to Legolas' bed. He sat back down in his seat, and held his sons' hand. As he looked helplessly at him, Thranduil felt his heart sadden. If he had forgotten Rinamarth, she would be heartbroken. He had no idea how he was going to tell her.

  He didn't need to worry; she was going to find out anyway. On their way home, Bilbo and Gandalf stopped in Rivendell, and told her their tales.

"And then, I took my stand on Raven Hill with the Elven archers!" Bilbo said proudly. "Who was there, did you know any of them?" she asked. Legolas was an Elven archer of Mirkwood, and he would most certainly have been there.

"Only a couple. The Prince was there, we talked."

"The Prince! What, Legolas?"

"Yes, I believe that is his name, correct Gandalf?"

"Yes," replied the wizard.

He looked at Rinamarth. He knew of her love for Legolas and of his for her. He didn't want to tell her, but he knew he must. Elrond already knew, and he had said that Gandalf could tell her if he wished. He was at this moment, writing a letter to Thranduil, expressing his worries over the injured Prince and that Rinamarth was being told. He took a deep breath. "Now I need you to understand Rinamarth, he will be ok."

"What happened Gandalf?"

"He was injured, quite seriously. He took a rock to the head. He was still unconscious when we left, but that was many days ago. He may have recovered by now."

She stared at him. Legolas… injured? "No, he can't be…he's…he's too good an archer…fighter, he wouldn't get himself injured. Gandalf! Please tell me it's not true!" She felt tears well up.

He sadly shook his head. "I'm sorry my dear, but it is true." She felt her chest grow tight with panic. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She hurriedly wiped it away. "He will be ok, won't he?" she asked.

"He could lose his memory."

"What?! His memory! You mean…our memories?"

"Yes, it is likely." This was too much for her. Him being injured was bad enough, but to forget her, their times together…

She got up, and ran to her room. Gandalf and Bilbo sat there, letting her go. "Will she be ok?" Bilbo asked.

"Yes, don't worry my friend. She is just worried for him."

  She ran to her room, pushing past her sister on the way, and collapsed onto her bed, tears flowing. Arwen rushed in after her. "Rinamarth, whatever's the matter?" she asked, sitting next to her on the bed and putting her hand on her sisters' back. Rinamarth looked up. "It's Legolas, he's been injured, quite seriously. He…he might…he might lose his memory. His memories of us. Of me," she finished quietly. Arwen gasped. "But… he's going to be ok, isn't he?"

"Gandalf says he will, but I just don't know. I feel so helpless!" She buried her face back on her duvet, and cried. Arwen comforted her as best she could, but her heart was aching.

"Please Legolas," her heart begged. "Please."

"Never forget…

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