The Stone of Malinya: Repost

by Goody-Goodie

Aragorn summons Gimli and Legolas to accompany him on a quest to recover a great treasure, that will take them to a land of deceit, hatred, and pain (Complete)

2. Trouble in Brelan

The sun was shining brightly the next morning and all were glad the rain was gone. The ground was still somewhat muddy but it would dry quickly enough as the day wore on. It was a wonderful start to Legolas's first real day as a Man. After speaking shortly with Algoral in private he entered the camp casually and for the first time with his hood drawn back. No one seemed to notice really and Legolas said nothing of it, he needed only to be seen for a short time as a Man to conquer any suspicions that the others may have. He didn't think anyone else had guessed his true identity but after speaking with Algoral he knew he couldn't be certain.

 Aragorn stepped out of his tent, ready to start moving once more, when he spotted Legolas. His friend saw him as well and smiled. It disturbed him slightly to see Legolas as a Man, for he seemed an entirely different person. His hair seemed so average and unnoticeable, his skin simply pale, and his ears drew no attention at all. It was the perfect disguise but he hoped that his friend wouldn't feel the need to use it often.

 They set out shortly after dawn. They were less than a week away from Brelan and the Men of that land were eager to return home and show their new friends around. Sorinth and Aragorn took the lead with Risorine close behind, several times throughout the day Aragorn made it a point to fall back and speak with his captain; he felt he needed to for spending so little time getting to know this Man. Gimli and Legolas rode near the back, as did Algoral. The two Elves had much to talk about and had missed the company of their own kind. Gimli was content to listen to the two talk but paid close attention when Algoral began speaking of Galadriel, it was then the Dwarf decided that he liked this Elf as well.

 Legolas did not use his magical disguise again that day for he was finding that it left him with headaches, though Algoral promised these would go away as well in time. The day passed quietly as did the night and all that occurred was the strengthening of the bonds of friendship between many of the Men. The days continued passing as such. Gimli, Legolas, and Algoral all spoke at lengths, Aragorn divided his time between Sorinth and Risorine, with occasional chats with his Elf and Dwarf friend, and the rest of the Men were content to ride the entire day. Finally they were only a day away from Brelan's capital, Miscalanth; the first leg of their journey was almost complete.

 It was early morning on the last day of their journey; the Men of Brelan recognized the forest they were traveling through well and assured their companions that they would reach Miscalanth shortly. It seemed to Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli that the Men of Brelan were becoming somewhat wary as they neared the city, but they made no comment about it. It would be rude to question the Men of Brelan about such a thing but Legolas felt he could ask Algoral, for he didn't seem to be suffering from the same apparent paranoia.

 "Algoral, is it just me or are the Men in your company much more alert than before? Almost to the point of distraction," Legolas said.

 Algoral nodded, knowing what the Elf meant, "You are right, they are nervous. I may know what of, but first there is something I must tell you. I should have mentioned it before we came this close to Miscalanth but it somehow slipped from my thoughts."

 "Tell me now then."

 "When you arrive in Miscalanth you will be taken to see the King. There is a ritual which you must avoid at all costs, it involves ..." Legolas never found out what he was going to say. Algoral stopped talking and turned to the forest, his keen ears picking up the same thing as Legolas's.

 "Do you hear that?" Legolas asked, it sounded like hushed voices and an unnatural rustling of leaves.

 Algoral turned to speak but never got the words out of his mouth. Before he could speak or react an arrow sailed through the air and plunged itself deeply in Algoral's chest! The Elf was thrown back off his horse and hit the ground with a sickening thud.

  "Algoral!" Legolas cried as he jumped from his horse. As the Men were alerted to this new danger the air suddenly became filled with arrows, coming from all directions. Weapons were drawn but their assailants never came out of hiding. The Men were forced to find cover and wait for their opponents to show themselves.

 Legolas knelt beside his friend, grimacing. The wound was bad, fatal to be sure. Algoral locked eyes with the Elf, and he could see nothing but pain and shock. Then the sparkle in his Elven eyes died and his eyelids closed, never to be opened again in life. Legolas felt the grief deeply as he would with the death of any Elf, but the fact that he had known this one made it all that much harder. He would have to come to terms with his sorrow but this was not that time. He gently lowered Algoral back to the ground and then unslung his bow.

 The arrows continued to rain down on them even as the Men ran for cover. Aragorn noticed a good number of arrows coming from one tree and strung his bow and ordered his men to do the same. They all fired at the tree and a cry could be heard. One archer was taken care of, but who knew how many others there may be?

 Legolas allowed his fine tuned senses to take over and watched the paths of the arrows intently. He swiftly notched his bow and fired into the forest, the sound of someone crying out in pain told him he had hit his target. He then made his way to Aragorn and his archers.

 "There are three in that tree and two more in that one," Legolas said, "There are two more over there, but I will take care of them. Aim for the tops of the trees."

 "You heard him." Aragorn had complete faith in the Elf's senses and ordered his Men to fire as instructed. They struck at least three of the five archers pointed out to them, and looking back it was clear Legolas was attempting to hit his second.

 Gimli crouched behind a rock impatiently. He hated these kinds of battle and wished for some fine hand to hand combat. Just then his wish was granted. Sensing that their archers could not finish the job, two dozen or more Men emerged from the woods, all with weapons in hand. They leapt out of nowhere, attacking everything and everyone. There was no real style to their fighting but they were strong and vicious in their attack. Gimli and the rest of the Men engaged them swiftly, while Legolas tried to focus and find the last archer hiding in the trees, for he could prove to be the most fatal of all their new enemies in the end.

 Aragorn's sword clashed against that of his opponent's, these Men were strong and well armed but showed little skill and Aragorn had already defeated several of them with practiced ease. It was only in the size of their numbers that may have allowed the attackers to win the fight. Aragorn parried and thrusted and with a few quick strikes disarmed the Man, he then slammed him in the side of the head with the hilt of his sword. He didn't wish to kill anyone unnecessarily, just in case there was the smallest chance that this was all a misunderstanding of some kind, but that appeared doubtful. Aragorn was then forced to fight off two opponents at once, but was up to the challenge.

 Ax swinging masterfully, Gimli was finding little pleasure in the fight. He aimed to injure, not kill, much like Aragorn. Against Orcs he would not have hesitated to make the fatal blows necessary, but with Men it was another matter. Though when one of the swords came close enough to nick Gimli's beard the Dwarf was forced to make a fatal blow.

 Legolas watched as the archer he had been targeting fell from his perch onto the ground, and then lay unmoving. He didn't have time to check on him, their assailants were everywhere and he had to help his friends. Stringing his bow once more he took aim for a Man approaching Aragorn from behind, he briefly considered aiming to injure but then caught sight of Algoral lying still and motionless on the ground. Legolas shot the Man through the chest. Shortly after that the Elf abandoned his bow and unsheathed his daggers, suddenly feeling the urge for hand to hand combat.

 Sorinth was holding his own in the life or death battle, but he was mentally berating himself for allowing the company to step into a trap, especially one he knew may be coming. There would be quite an uproar later on when he had to explain who these Men were but he accepted that those were the consequences he deserved. He was currently fighting off two Men at once, in a few moments he would be able to overtake them but he was so caught up in the sword fight he did not see one of the enemy's archers take aim at him from behind. He was able to knock one of the Men unconscious and just as he was forced to kill the other the archer released his arrow at Sorinth's back.

 At that same moment Sorinth saw a flash of green and gold rush at him and push him to the ground. Just as both bodies landed with a thud the arrow flew past, striking a tree behind them. Sorinth was startled that he hadn't noticed the shooter and turned to his rescuer in thanks. Before the words could come out though Legolas grabbed him by the shoulder while scrambling to his feet. The archer was loading a second arrow and he knew they wouldn't be able to deflect it from their current position. They both regained their footing and once more moved just as the shaft flew by. But the archer had been smart enough to foresee their moving slightly out of reach and this time the arrowhead grazed Legolas's thigh. He stumbled slightly and reached for his daggers. Before the other archer could reload he had thrown his knife directly into the Man's hand, causing him to scream in pain and drop his bow. The Man then began to flee the scene along with many of his companions.

 Looking about it was clear that their attackers were in full retreat, the dead were left behind but they picked up those that were unconscious and scurried back into the woods with them, just as quickly as they had appeared. Everyone was tired and shocked, it had been so pointless. The forest floor was a mess of bodies and blood. The entire incident seemed as though a dream, it had happened so fast it lasted only three or four minutes, but the damage had been done.

 Though there were many dead only two were from the company that had been attacked. One of Aragorn's guards had died from a slit throat, the other casualty was Algoral who had not stood a chance against the unseen arrow.

 "Thank-you," Sorinth said to Legolas quite respectfully, "You saved my life."

 Legolas nodded almost imperceptibly in reply, then turned away from the Man and slowly limped towards the body of his friend. Kneeling, he passed a hand over Algoral's eyes, closing the lids for the last time. He quietly wrote the traditional Elvish runes in the air above the body and then, not caring if anyone overheard, said several Elvish prayers. He solemnly wished there was some way he could return the body to his people in Lorien but he knew it would be a near impossible task. There were too many questions that would be asked, and too many obstacles in his way and that broke his heart.

 Aragorn and Gimli both stood a few steps behind Legolas, watching him silently. Death was a horrible thing, but it was even worse when the death was pointless and unprovoked. Both were greatly saddened by the loss of Algoral but they were also concerned about Legolas, knowing how seriously Elves took death. Aragorn looked back to the rest of the Men trying to recover from the battle. A quick glance from Gimli ensured him that the Dwarf would watch over their Elf friend while he took care of several things. He walked over to Sorinth, seeing that the Man was unharmed and even appeared to be waiting for him.

 "Algoral is dead, as is one of my Men and I want answers. Who were those Men? What did they want? They made no demands, and made no attempt to steal from us so I do not believe they were thieves," Aragorn said, he kept his voice level but intense, he had been caught off-guard with this attack and wished to know the meaning of it.

 "They were Men of Brelan, outlaws actually. There is a small faction of Men within our land that greatly abhors the way we run our own country. They find our legal system unjust, and wish for changes within it, and they believe the poorer people of the land are kept starved while the rich get fatter. I admit our kingdom may not be perfect but some of this group's claims are outrageous. We have tried to stop them but they are elusive and now live outside the cities," Sorinth explained, his eyes somewhat downcast for not telling the lord this before.

 "Did you not think it wise to tell us that your land was at war?" Aragorn asked, his anger rising.

 "We do not consider it war, they are mostly an annoyance. There have been several small demonstrations, on some occasions a few robberies, but they've never done anything this drastic before. I can hardly understand their actions myself," Sorinth replied, honestly confused about the entire situation. "I can think of no reason for them attacking us other than that we represent the government of Brelan."

 "Much may have happened in the time you've been away from your home, perhaps the situation has escalated. But there is little to be done now. We should make camp for the night, it is growing late and we could all use time to recover before we reach Miscalanth. We'll ride early in the morn," Aragorn decided, his anger dying down as he read the truth in Sorinth's words and expression.

 Sorinth nodded his approval of the suggestion, "We should be sure to ..."

 He was interrupted by a shout from Gimli, "Aragorn! Come, quickly!"

 Aragorn turned immediately at the urgent tone in Gimli's voice and was shocked beyond words to see the Dwarf kneeling next to Legolas, who lay on the ground unmoving. He and Sorinth joined Gimli in a few short strides. Upon closer inspection it was obvious the Elf was unconscious, his normally pale skin held a reddish tint, beads of sweat glistened on his brow, and his breathing was shallow. Aragorn knelt down across from Gimli and placed a hand on Legolas's forehead; too hot.

 "What happened?" Aragorn asked urgently.

 "Strike me down if I know. He was fine for all I could tell then he stood up, took a few paces and collapsed. Do you think he'll be all right?" Gimli asked, showing his obvious concern.

 "I don't know," Aragorn admitted grimly, "I have to find out what's wrong with him first. Was he injured in the battle?"

 "Not that I saw," Gimli said.

 "He fought alongside me momentarily. I didn't see him gravely injured but he was grazed by an arrow, though the wound was hardly fatal." Sorinth added, nearly dismissing the idea.

 Aragorn had noticed the Elf limping but had been too preoccupied to give it proper thought. He quickly found the wound; it was bleeding but could be patched up easily enough. It hardly seemed as though that could be the source of Legolas's collapse. Then a horrible thought struck him.

 "Where did the arrow land that he was shot with?" Aragorn asked, quite serious.

 Sorinth looked behind him and pointed to a tree at the edge of the clearing, "There."

 Aragorn rose to his feet and raced to the tree, leaving Gimli and Sorinth to watch over Legolas. There was only one arrow in the trunk of the tree which Aragorn quickly and effortlessly pulled out. He looked over the tip, sniffed it, and grimaced. Risorine came up behind him unseen and asked:

 "What is it?"

 Aragorn didn't even turn to the Man, he stalked back over to the motionless Elf, and answered Risorine's question with a dread-filled mumble, "Poison."

 "Did you find something?" Gimli asked immediately when Aragorn returned.

 "This arrowhead was poisoned, but the concoction is unknown to me. Do you know anything about this substance, or how to treat it?" He asked, handing the arrow to Sorinth.

 The Man took it and inspected it closely, a sorrowful shadow passing over his eyes, "Yes, I know it well for I'm afraid it is one of the few poisons in our land with no cure. I'm sorry."

 "No, I refuse to believe that. Everything has a cure, it is simply a matter of finding it," Aragorn said strongly after a moment of thought, he was about to say more but stopped when a low moan escaped Legolas's lips.

 "Aragorn ..." Legolas asked in confusion as he awoke, though he was still in a state of mind where dreams and reality meld together.

 "It's all right my friend, just rest. You were hurt in the battle," Aragorn said, once more checking the Elf's temperature.

 Legolas nodded, his eyes still hazy, "Algoral?"

 The group shared a conflicted gaze on whether to confirm or deny his blurred memory of events surrounding his death, but it was unnecessary as Legolas slipped back into a state of unconsciousness.

 Aragorn sighed not knowing what to do next. Gimli looked up and saw that they had drawn quite a crowd, which was the last thing they needed. The Dwarf knew Aragorn would want space and privacy to figure out how to help Legolas, so quickly decided to disperse the crowd.

 "All of you break for camp. Gets the tents set up and build a fire. And by the Havens some of you stand watch. Go on, you've all got work to do," Gimli said, shooing them all away. They quickly fled to their separate tasks. Gimli turned to see Sorinth and Aragorn moving Legolas to the shade of a tree, and followed after them.

 "There must be some kind of treatment for this poison. Anything." Aragorn was desperate to find a cure for Legolas, he refused to lose his friend to a stray arrow.

 "Nay, there is a vaccine that keeps death away and allows only for a deep sickness to set in, but it must be taken before the poison sets in. It would do no good now," Sorinth said sadly.

 Aragorn was a bit more optimistic though, "I want you to make it for me. I don't care if you think it will have no effect, you will make it, and quickly. Judging by how swiftly he collapsed I'm guessing he does not have much time."

 "The poison usually takes full effect within a day, perhaps only a bit more if you are fortunate," Sorinth said, as he moved away to go make the vaccine that he knew would not help. But he would do whatever the lord wished of him if it would make Aragorn feel like he was doing something to help. This left Gimli and Aragorn alone to look after the Elf for the time being.

 "Why did you have him make the vaccine? He said it would have no effect," Gimli said to Aragorn.

 "No effect on a Man, it's never been tested on an Elf. There is the smallest chance that this poison may not even be fatal to Legolas, I know of several poisons that mean sure death to Men and not Elves," Aragorn replied, knowing that he was relying heavily on hope and faith now.

 "But there are also many poisons that are fatal to both." Gimli felt obliged to point out.

 "I am aware of that as well," Aragorn said, more to himself than the Dwarf, "Stay with him. I need to go fetch some supplies."

 Gimli nodded and watched the Man walk away, his movements stiff and tense. Legolas moaned again, the Dwarf quickly noted that he was still asleep but his dreams appeared restless.

 "Be strong my friend," Gimli said quietly, "You are not one to be so easily felled and I was rather looking forward to having you by my side when we recovered the Stone of Malinya."

 Legolas groaned and shifted, his cheeks were an even brighter red than before, causing Gimli to marvel at the speed of which the poison had set in. He silently urged Aragorn to hurry.

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 An hour later things had calmed down greatly and the camp was much more organized. Aragorn and Gimli continued to keep watch over Legolas in the privacy of the King's tent. They allowed few to enter for Legolas had shouted out in Elvish several times in his restless sleep, and it would not be an easy thing to explain. For now the Elf was covered in blankets for he had begun shivering and Aragorn was brushing a cold cloth over his forehead. His temperature had risen as well and his golden hair was matted down due to the horribly cold sweat.

 Excusing himself, Gimli left the tent to watch for Sorinth. The Man still had not returned with the ingredients needed for the serum that could save Legolas's life.

 He may not die. The poison could not be fatal to Elves. Gimli remembered optimistically, but judging by his friend's current state it was becoming less likely that the poison killed only humans.

 Sorinth hadn't mentioned anything about the vaccine containing any rare herbs yet he had been gone a very long time, and this caused Gimli and Aragorn to both worry greatly. But for now there was little they could do but wait.

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It was another hour before Sorinth returned with the ingredients they needed. As he entered Aragorn's tent he mumbled an apology about one of the items being almost out of season and hard to find. Aragorn nodded, not taking in Sorinth's words, and quickly began to make the serum under Sorinth's directions. When it was finished he excused Sorinth and thanked him.

 "I can take care of him from here," Aragorn said. Even Sorinth was aware of the Lord's amazing skills as a healer, but still he doubted his ability to save the 'Man's' life. When Sorinth was gone Aragorn added a few of his own ingredients to the serum that were known to help against many poisons and a special item that worked wonderfully in healing and strengthening Elves.

 In this time Legolas had grown slightly worse. His temperature somehow continued to rise, passing anything a Man may have survived, his breathing was so raspy it felt to Aragorn like it was scarring his ears, and his delirium had stopped to be replaced by a discomforting silence, broken only by occasional pain-filled moans. The King of Gondor prayed that they weren't too late.

 A quarter of an hour passed before what they hoped to be an antidote, was ready.

 "Do you think it will work?" Gimli asked, after Sorinth had been excused, his eyes shifting restlessly as they had the entire night. Helplessness was setting in.

 "I pray to the Havens it does," Aragorn replied softly. With help from Gimli he sat the Elf up and slowly forced him to drink the broth at his lips. After a few minutes and several tries they finally managed to get half of the serum down Legolas's throat.

 Aragorn sat down wearily, "That should do. Now we must wait." That would prove to be the hardest part.

 It was night now, nearly midnight. The attack which resulted in Legolas's injury had happened only four hours ago, though it seemed nearly a lifetime as Gimli sat by his friend's side, waiting to see if the concoction they had made would save Legolas's life. He did not appear to be getting any better. But, thought Gimli, at least he isn't getting any worse. Another hour passed and Gimli found his head drooping, the stress of the night, and earlier battle had exhausted him, but he refused to give in to sleep. That is, at least until Aragorn came in half an hour later. It was only then he allowed his eyes to fall shut and sleep to take him, his last thoughts being those of good health for his dear elf-friend.

 He awoke several hours later, the sun was not yet up but would be shortly. Gimli saw Aragorn kneeling next to Legolas, clearly checking the Elf's progress. The Dwarf could see neither Legolas nor Aragorn's face and was curious as to what had happened in the night.

 "Aragorn?" He said simply, not needing to ask the dreaded question.

 The son of Arathorn sighed heavily, his shoulders drooping. He then turned to Gimli, a smile playing across his lips, "His fever has broken. I believe the worst to be passed."

 Gimli could have shouted with joy and relief. He studied Legolas, noting he was sleeping soundly and appeared in no pain, just sleeping. That sounded good at the moment. He hadn't intended to do it, but sleep quickly found the Dwarf again, and he did not wake up until after the morning sun.

 In the morning as the dew dried and the birds awoke to start their day once more, the camp of Men began to awake slowly. The Men had no cheer in their step as they mourned the deaths of their friends and kept silent in respect for the 'Man' whom they were sure would quickly pass as well.

 Sorinth stood several yards away from Aragorn's tent. There was little movement inside, as there had been all night from what he could tell, but he knew not if this was a good or bad thing. He couldn't help but think it was bad. He knew no Man who had ever survived the poison Salogel had been infected with, so feared the worst for Lord Ellesar's companion. The King had not emerged for several hours and Sorinth knew it would be best if they moved on quickly, though he was loath to retrieve him. However it became unnecessary as Aragorn emerged from his nightly dwelling.

 Aragorn looked tired, his hair and clothes were ruffled, and his expression was grim. Sorinth approached the Man and couldn't help but ask immediately:

 "Did the vaccine help? Does he live?" Sorinth's voice was quiet, no doubt in his mind of what the answer would be.

 Aragorn had been deep in thought over the events of the night before and about their arrival in Brelan, but at the mention of Legolas a small smile caressed his face, "Yes, and yes." He said tiredly.

 Sorinth was more than shocked, "But how? He should be dead. How can he live?"

 Aragorn smiled again in amusement, then began walking away from the tent, "Salogel does much that defies explanation. He is very strong and many say blessed by the Gods. But he is also able to fight off many diseases. I remember once when we journeyed to a village that was being assaulted by a horrible illness, he was one of the few to not be infected, even though he was around the sick everyday. Do not ask me to explain for I fear I cannot."

 "It is still incredible. The poison used is one of the strongest I know of," Sorinth commented, getting over his initial shock. "Perhaps we should send a small group ahead of us then. They can inform my King of what happened and perhaps send others to help. For I am sure Salogel will be in no condition to ride for some time."

 "Why don't you ask him yourself?" Aragorn tilted his head in the direction of his tent, clearly indicating there was something to see.

 Sorinth turned and felt his jaw drop and eyes widen. There, emerging from the tent on his own power, was Legolas. He seemed tired and perhaps weak as he shielded his eyes from the sun with a weary hand, he walked with a slight limp, and seemed somewhat paler, but there he was. Full and healthy. Sorinth thought he should have been dead on all accounts, but there he stood. No one would ever guess he had been fighting for his life only hours ago.

 "How are you feeling, my friend?" Aragorn asked, purposely casual, as Legolas approached.

 "I have been better, but I feel I shall live. I am told I have you to thank for my health, Sorinth," Legolas said, referring to the broth in which he had helped Aragorn make, subsequently saving his life.

 "I did nothing really, besides, I owed you my own life. Now we are simply even." Legolas liked the sound of that. Elves took death very seriously and to owe one's life to someone is a debt that must always be repaid.

 "I agree, but it is an exchange I do not wish to relive any time soon. Are we to ride soon?" Legolas asked, now looking to Aragorn. Sorinth still could not believe that this 'Man' was up on his feet already, there was definitely something odd about him. Could he truly be blessed by the Gods?

 "Yes, an hour I think, until we head to Miscalanth," Aragorn replied, enjoying Sorinth's reaction to Legolas's recovery.

 "Very good. I will leave you then." Legolas began to turn but stopped suddenly, his shoulders drooping as he remembered something. He then asked with barely contained grief, "What of Algoral?"

 Sorinth sighed and said, "We are taking him to Miscalanth, he will receive a warrior's burial. We have taken care of his body according to our customs. If you wish you may see him." The Man gestured toward the far end of the camp. Several Men were gathered around the body of Algoral, clearly paying their respects. As Legolas drew closer he could see that their custom had included wrapping the body from head to toe and tightly securing the cloth with lengths of rope. He drew a small sigh of relief. It would never be known that their friend had been an Elf, a natural enemy of these Men. He could die and be buried in peace, and after this was over he would travel to Lothlorien and bring the news of his death.

 But for now they had to do what they had set out to. Bring peace to Middle-Earth. It would be no easy task.

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 They set out on time, ensured to reach Miscalanth before mid-day. All the Men of the company were greatly surprised by the speed in which Legolas had recovered, but that was one of the advantages of being an Elf, though he wasn't about to tell them that.

 Sorinth and Aragorn rode in front as they had done often in the past few weeks. Risorine was not far behind. They talked about the customs of Brelan once more; Aragorn wished to be sure he understood and followed each custom correctly. He was certain he had gained a fair grasp of each one by now.

As they rode Legolas made it a point to stay a bit further away from the group, he was silently mourning the loss of his friend and did not enjoy the side-long glances continually coming his way. Gimli rode with him as always but kept silent for the most part. He grieved for Algoral as well but not as deeply as Legolas. As they rode the Dwarf noticed his companion's head constantly drooping down.

 "Do you find this landscape boring or has your head become too heavy?" Gimli asked, curious why the elf was nodding off.

 Legolas visibly jumped and shook himself at the sound of his voice, "I am unusually fatigued. I feel as if weariness has invaded my very bones."

 "I don't suppose your near death experience could be the cause?" Gimli suggested.

 Legolas smiled grimly, obviously having thought the same, "I am sure it will pass in time."

 Gimli nodded, but felt that more than the poison, Legolas's grief was causing his body to tire, though he did not say this aloud. He knew the elf would heal himself in time. He just needed time.

 After they rode for a few hours Gimli said suddenly, "Ah, I have something for you my friend. I nearly forgot." He reached into one of the bags strung over the back of their steed, Jarinel, and pulled out a heavy pouch.

 "What is it?" Legolas asked immediately, but then recognized the bag.

 "It's Algoral's magic powder, The Mist of Concealment, I believe you called it. I removed it from the saddle of his horse so no others would find it and perhaps wonder of its origin. Here, take it, I believe he would want you to have it," Gimli said sincerely.

 Legolas took the pouch and studied it solemnly. He knew Gimli was right, but at the moment he wished only for the return of his friend and felt wrong taking the magical substance without permission. But then again, it was not as though he could ask.

 He finally nodded his consent, "Thank-you my friend, I will put it to good use," Legolas said softly. Gimli wasn't sure if he was talking to him or perhaps Algoral who was now in a different place.

 Sorinth had announced that he was beginning to recognize the area of forest in which they rode and assured Aragorn that they would reach Miscalanth in little more than two hours time. Aragorn was pleased; with the travelling out of the way they would simply need to locate clues as to the location of the Stone and could then be on their way. It sounded simple enough, but he had also thought the journey to the great city would be simple and pleasant. He had been quite wrong.

 "Oh my, my deepest apologies Lord Elessar but I have completely forgotten to tell you of a rather important and traditional ceremony in our kingdom. I don't know how it could have slipped my mind. Perhaps because it is only for company on which it is performed and of that we have little in Brelan," Sorinth said, his voice conveying his apology.

 "It is all right, I forgive your wandering mind. There has been much to keep the mind occupied these last few days. Please, tell me of this ceremony." Aragorn requested, glad that the man had remembered before they were even closer to Miscalanth.

 "It is not so much a ceremony as it is a greeting, since no words or gestures are truly needed. Upon our arrival to Miscalanth you and your company will be immediately taken to meet our king. Even before introductions are made it is necessary to drink of the Cups of Brelan. Only then will you be allowed an audience with our Lord," Sorinth explained.

 "That seems simple enough," Aragorn commented, wondering why the Man felt bad about forgetting something so apparently trivial.

 "It is rather simple, but something taken quite seriously in our land. You see only Men can drink of the Cups of Brelan, for their drink is lethal to all other races. Of course Gimli will have no need to drink, since he is not a Man but the rest of your company will have to partake."

 Aragorn paled slightly and hoped it wasn't noticeable, "What is the purpose of this custom?" He asked, fearing he knew the answer.

 "It was established by our current king. He has a dislike for Elves even more so than the rulers before him and will not allow their presence in his kingdom. It is to ensure none sneak into our land," Sorinth explained. There was no apology or pride in his voice, making it difficult for Aragorn to judge if Sorinth agreed with this custom.

 "Well, it should be of no problem, no matter what the reason." Aragorn was calm on the outside but inside he was screaming that he had to speak to Legolas, quickly. They were little more than an hour away from Miscalanth and he needed to warn his friend somehow and perhaps construct a plan without seeming suspicious.

 He rode beside Sorinth for another half an hour, quickly changing the subject to drive the ceremony from the Man's thoughts, and then left, explaining he needed to speak to some of his Men before they arrived. Aragorn veered off, talked to several of his guards about pointless topics then headed for Legolas and Gimli, who thankfully rode away from the rest of the group.

 The Elf and Dwarf looked up as Aragorn approached them, a dark look on his face.

 "What has happened?" Legolas asked immediately. He noticed the tenseness in Aragorn's shoulders and white-knuckle grip the Man had on Hasufel's reins.

 "We may have a small problem. When we arrive in Miscalanth in near an hour's time we will be required to partake in a ceremony which involves drinking from the cups of Brelan."

 "That doesn't seem so bad," Gimli commented, much as Aragorn had.

 "The drink is poison to all but Men," Aragorn stated simply.

 "Oh, well that changes things doesn't it?" Gimli said, casting a look towards Legolas to see his reaction. The Elf seemed deep in thought, his head was lowered and his hood hid his features from view.

 "Perhaps it would be best if you stayed behind Legolas, for your own safety." Aragorn was ill to suggest it, but he could see little other courses of action that wouldn't result in his friend being put in danger.

 Legolas lifted his head quickly, making eye contact with the former ranger, "No, I shall go. I came this far, I will not turn back now." He thought a moment longer, "I may have a plan as well."

 Aragorn thought a moment, then nodded, it was Legolas's decision after all, "Very well, but be careful my friend. Have you concealed your features yet?"

 Legolas pulled back his hood in response, showing his unpointed ears, and pale skin and hair.

 "Good, I must return to the front of our company. Good luck to you both." And Aragorn was gone, ahead to the front of the group once more.

 "What is your plan my friend?" Gimli asked immediately.

 "You shall see," Legolas said simply, then leaned forward and whispered into the ear of Jarinel. The horse neighed in response and Legolas smiled softly.

 A half hour later Sorinth yelled to the group, mostly to inform the strangers to the land, "We have reached the outskirts of the city. Once we are over this ridge you will see Miscalanth and all its glory, plus the surrounding lands of Brelan."

 There was a general round of 'hurrah's' from the entire group. The Men of Brelan were glad to be returning home, and the Men of Gondor wished to see the great city and rest comfortably after their many nights of travels.

 Aragorn desperately wished he had asked Legolas his plan. If it did not work his friend may be revealed for what he truly was, but for now he had to lead his men and give the illusion of concentrating on establishing good relations with the Brelans.

 Legolas appeared calm and Aragorn wondered if he truly was or if he was simply hiding his anxiety well.

 They reached the top of the hill and Sorinth waved his arm across the horizon, presenting the land as though it were a painting being unveiled, "Behold, the land of Brelan."

 Aragorn rode up beside him and gasped, "Oh my."

 The land was flat and far reaching. A glistening city stood tall in the center of the landscape, not unlike Minas Tirith, were it not for its slightly smaller size, lack of great walls and difference in construction. What had momentarily awed the King of Gondor though was the amazing vastness of the land. As far as the eye could see the horizon glittered with valleys and small outcroppings of villages. Brelan stretched out in all directions, like fingers trying to extend themselves beyond their reach. And the view from the ridge on which they stood was probably the most magnificent in the land.

 "Wonderful, is it not?" Sorinth asked, pleased by everyone's reaction.

 "A magnificent kingdom; proud and strong," Aragorn agreed.

 "It stretches beyond sight," Legolas commented. From any other this was not a surprising comment, but the Elf's eyesight was many times keener than a Man's and the land was truly grand if he could not see its edges.

 "We shall take you down then, for a closer look," Sorinth offered, leading the way down the rocky hill. Aragorn looked back to his men; most were still searching the horizon, taking in the sight of Miscalanth and its surroundings. The Lord immediately noticed Risorine though, not following the actions of his companions. Instead he followed Sorinth wordlessly, seemingly not at all impressed by the sight of Brelan. Looking back, Aragorn wondered how he could not be, at least initially, for after a moment the shock wore away. A sad thought struck him though, if this land was as vast as it appeared how were they to find the Stone of Malinya? He felt his previous doubts and worry begin to bubble up once more, but he put them aside almost immediately, for there was nothing he could do for now. He could only hope the answer to his questions would present itself shortly.

 As they neared the gates of Miscalanth several guards halted their progress. After few words Sorinth explained themselves and their companions, it was routine only as they had been expected back any day. The company rode through the streets of the city for several minutes, obviously being led to a large castle that stood in the heart of the city, towering over all like a watchful sentry. As they neared the gates several Men approached and Legolas knew that shortly he would have to put his plan into action if he didn't wish to be discovered.

 "This is the castle of Hileris. Our King awaits you inside," Sorinth explained, dismounting his horse.

 Aragorn noticed the Men coming forward. The one in lead was clearly an authority figure, but the others appeared to be servants of some kind. As one took the reins of Sorinth's horse he realized they must be from the stables. The lead man came up to Aragorn just as he was dismounting.

 "Greetings, I am Emilil, the King's advisor. If you will follow me I will take you to meet with our Lord Vecery. I know you must be tired from your journey but the King wished to greet you as soon as you arrived," Emilil explained, bowing slightly to show his respect.

 "I will gladly meet your Lord. Please, lead on." Aragorn followed Emilil and then stole a glance aimed at Legolas. He and Gimli were only now turning over their horse and began to follow. If he does indeed have a plan he had better put it to effect shortly. Aragorn thought to himself.

 At that moment several sounds filtered through the air, the terrified screams of the horses, the pounding of their hoofs as they bucked, and the surprised cries of the Men who were trying to control them. Aragorn swung around to find almost all of the horses of Gondor loudly protesting being touched by any of the Men of Brelan. The stable keepers tried to calm them but they merely became more irate and bucked greatly.

 "Calm them down. Hold them. They're going to hurt themselves!" The Men cried, clearly confused by the horses' behaviour.

 Aragorn was about to rush to their aid but Legolas beat him to it. He swiftly moved from horse to horse, clearly calming them with his presence. Their neighs quieted and their stance relaxed with the simplest word from the Elf. The last steed he attended was his own, Jarinel, who was also protesting the loudest. He petted the animal as it calmed at his touch and turned to the shocked Men.

 "They are understandably reluctant to go with strangers from this foreign land," He explained, nuzzling Jarinel's muzzle pleasantly.

 "Well they seem calm now, I think we can handle them on our own," One of the stable keepers said. He approached one of the horses which reacted immediately and tried to kick him away. The Man only barely dodged the legs of the horse. Legolas rushed over and calmed the creature down at once.

 "Perhaps Salogel should stay with them, if only for a little while, until they get settled," Sorinth suggested, fearing his Men's safety with the beasts.

 "Would you be willing Salogel, and you could meet with us later?" Aragorn asked, already knowing the answer. It was not usual for the horses of Gondor to behave this way. He knew their strange behaviour was Legolas's doing.

 "Of course, I shall see that they behave for our guests. I should not be too long," Legolas said, taking two horses by the reins. Though he appeared only to be fulfilling his duties Aragorn was sure he saw a smirk on the Elf's face.

 "We should continue inside then," Sorinth said when it was obvious Legolas had the horses under control.

 Aragorn nodded his agreement, hiding his own smile. Clearly Legolas had asked the horses to rebel without him near, and it had worked perfectly. The plan was elegant in its simplicity and he couldn't help but be impressed by Legolas's usage of what he had with him. Of course, the Elf's ability to speak with the equines certainly helped, but it was a clever plan, nonetheless.

 Relieved, Aragorn followed their guide with a much lighter heart, knowing Legolas was safe for the time being.

 The Castle of Hileris was a grand structure, speaking highly of the constructual abilities of Men just by standing. The stairs were wide and echoed of marble, the walls were ornately decorated with fabulous artistry sculpted directly into the walls, as well as the immense pillars. Aragorn was impressed as he strode through the halls, his own home was only slightly larger, but this castle was equal in appearances.

 "My Lord awaits you in the common room, for he did not know the time in which you may arrive. But he was quite adamant about meeting you immediately. This gathering is of great importance to our Lord and he wishes for all to go well," Emilil said, leading the way up a grand flight of stairs.

 "I must admit I have been eager to meet him as well," Aragorn said simply, studying the castle closely. Logically he knew there was no danger here, but it was a subconscious habit of his to learn all he could of new surroundings.

 The group currently consisted of Aragorn and his Men, minus Legolas, and Emilil only. The Men of Brelan that had accompanied them had retired to their homes to rest and eat, having fulfilled their duty.

 They were led to a large area, slightly closed off, far across the room was a massive wooden door, protected by a small contingent of guards. Just as Aragorn was about to ask why they had stopped Emilil spoke, as if reading his thoughts.

 "It is customary of our guests to drink of the Cups of Brelan. It is required before you meet our Lord."

 Aragorn nodded, "Sorinth has explained this ceremony, and we will gladly partake."

 "Of course Master Gimli has no need to drink of the cups, it is for Men only and his status is already highly honoured," Emilil said, smiling at the Dwarf as his chest puffed out slightly.

 Chuckling inwardly Aragorn watched as one of the guards who were escorting them suddenly brought forth two golden chalices. Another guard carried with him a jug, obviously holding the liquid they would be drinking. Emilil filled both cups to the brim then took a drink from one of the chalices, clearly to prove the drink was not lethal or dangerous in any way. The King of Gondor nodded as the cup was passed to him and he drank. The elixir was almost sickly sweet and left a pleasant aftertaste. He quickly passed on the cup.

 When all had drunk from one cup or another Emilil smiled and gestured towards the door, "My Lord would be thrilled to meet you now."

 The word 'now' did not go unnoticed by Gimli or Aragorn, both knew if they hadn't drank they would not be permitted an audience, and probably would be asked to leave the kingdom. The great doors were opened by the guards and the company was admitted inside.

 The room was vast, with a large table in the middle, set with chairs; there was an empty throne at the front of the room, clearly for the Lord of the kingdom. Food was set to one side and one wall was mainly made of windows, providing a grand view of the city. It reminded Aragorn of the tower he retreated to in order to think and be by himself. This was not the case for this Lord however; he stood by one of the large windows, surrounded by staff and advisors, or members of council.

 Aragorn and his company were led forward into the chamber, drawing the attention of its occupants.

 "Lord Vecery, may I proudly introduce Lord Elessar of Gondor and company," Emilil said loudly, with a grand gesture of his hands.

 The group by the windows parted and before them stood Lord Vecery. He was an older gentleman, with wrinkled, but strong, hands, and a short silver beard. His eyes were a startling blue, but held no warmth or cold, they were neutral and undecided. He stood at the height of many, not above or below anyone else, and held himself with an air of confidence as all rulers should.

 Aragorn stepped forward and bowed, as did Lord Vecery, respectfully.

 "Lord Vecery, it is an honor to meet you at last," Aragorn said sincerely.

 "You as well, Lord Elessar. It is our great hope that our kingdoms will have much to offer one another," Vecery replied, also very formally.

 "I am sure it will be so. Hopefully this meeting can set the groundwork for a long and lasting friendship between our lands."

 Vecery nodded and then inclined his head towards Emilil, who had ventured to his side. The two spoke quietly for only a moment and when the Lord turned back to them there was the slightest hint of warmth in his eyes, as though the group had suddenly become friends with the King. Aragorn hadn't heard all that was said, but 'cups' and 'test' had been clear to him, and then Emilil had nodded his head. He assumed the King was pleased they were not Elves and had passed the test of the Cups of Brelan. Aragorn couldn't help but wonder what this ruler could hate so much about the Elder race, especially since it was most likely he had never even met one.

 "We have much to speak of, that is sure. But the day is still young and you all look as though you could appreciate the comforts of a good meal and perhaps a short rest. My servants will show you to your chambers, and if you will, we shall talk later this day at the evening meal," Vecery said, trying to accommodate their guests as much as possible.

 "That sounds fine. My men and I will be glad to join you. Then shall be the proper time for discussions and further introductions." Aragorn agreed. They were then led out by servants after a few parting words between the two Kings. It was all very formal, making Gimli and Aragorn's guards glad they had not been required to speak.

 Hopefully things will quickly become more relaxed. I wonder how Legolas fairs. Gimli thought to himself, as he was led away to his chambers. He supposed he would have to wait and see, but deep down he somehow knew the Elf to be fine. Each Man (and Dwarf) was assigned their own chambers, and their belongings were brought up not long after. There was a selection of food and wine in each room, not enough for a whole meal but more than enough to tide over one's appetite and quench their thirst.

 All were eager to get cleaned and into some fresh, and finer clothes. Gimli was not surprised that Aragorn was given the first and slightly larger room, but he was also pleased that the room next to his was currently vacant, which meant it was probably to be used by Legolas. The Dwarf was glad his friend would be nearby, if they had words to discuss it would make it much easier, and he could good-heartedly torment his friend with his snores that were said to be able to penetrate walls. He smiled at the thought and set about getting ready for the supper with the King and his staff.

 Aragorn quickly began to settle into his room when he noticed that one of his bags was missing. It held nothing of truly significant importance but he did wish for it back. He thought it probably had been sent to the wrong room by mistake. He walked into the hall, intent on asking his Men if any of them had it. Just as he was about to knock on Risorine's door he spotted a figure coming down the hallway. His feet made no noise and his hair shined a bright golden. Aragorn sighed, relieved to see Legolas had made it safely into the castle. He was in his human disguise, which was only logical, as this was a crucial time in their journey. Looking down he noted that the Elf also carried a bag. His bag.

 Legolas smiled as he approached Aragorn, and handed him his burden.

 "I was just looking for this," Aragorn said, shouldering the bag.

 "It was left on one of the horses, I noticed it as I was settling them down and recognized it as yours," Legolas replied. Aragorn motioned for the Elf to follow him to his room. It was set a bit farther away from the rest of the rooms and they could talk in private. When the door was safely locked Aragorn turned to his friend expectantly.

 "Did you fare well?" He asked, though his concern was clearly unwarranted as the Elf stood whole before him.

 "Yes, quite well. I took my time with the horses, to make sure I did not return too early. One of the stable workers escorted me back to the castle as well, to ensure I would be allowed entrance. After that Emilil led me to this floor and instructed me back here," Legolas said simply. "And yourself? Is all well?"

 "Very. We already went through the ceremony involving the Cups of Brelan. It was clearly a rare ceremony for them to perform so I don't believe it will be mentioned again. Your absence was unnoticed as well. I met King Vecery, but not long enough to form a firm opinion just yet. We are to have dinner with him this evening, all of us. He wishes to hear of our journey and of Gondor," Aragorn said, unpacking his newly acquired bag.

 "In that case I should get ready. Which room is mine?"

 "The last one on the left I believe. You're next to Gimli's room," Aragorn said, enjoying Legolas's immediate reaction. The Elf grimaced and sighed discontently.

 "I would be the one to have to suffer through his unbearable snoring." Legolas griped.

 "Legolas, these walls are hard stone. Surely not even Gimli could be so loud." Aragorn argued.

 "You do not have Elven hearing. But that in itself is unimportant; you will most likely be able to hear him from this room as well." Legolas continued, "I will see you at dinner then."

 "Of course. I'll see you there." Legolas nodded in parting and left for his own room.

 He reached his chambers and stepped inside. The room was pleasant enough: a large comfortable bed, a platter of food was set out, there was a closet for his belongings and he was also graced with a huge picture window and attaching balcony. He wondered if everyone had one. Stepping out and looking across the side of the building he found that only every second room was equipped with the attached balcony. He smiled, wondering how Gimli felt about that.

 Deciding he had plenty of time to get ready for the evening meal he decided to visit his friend. The fun way. Legolas jumped onto the railing of the balcony and reached out to find a grip to pull himself across. Gracefully, he pulled himself the small way to the next window. He was pleased to see that it was open.

Aragorn had better be right about this indeed being Gimli's room. He thought to himself. Very slowly he peered through the open window, and immediately spotted the Dwarf's axe leaning next to the door. A shadow appeared and he quickly pulled himself out of sight. Listening closely, he noted when Gimli had moved across the room. He swiftly dropped completely, grabbing the window ledge as he fell past it. Then he waited, still listening.

 A strong wind blew suddenly, convincing Gimli to close his window. Just as he reached out to shut it a figure pounced at him from below, sending him flying backwards in shock. It then perched itself merrily on the ledge, smiling at his handiwork.

 Gimli groaned dramatically, "Why is it you can never use the door, Elf?"

 "Far too easy my friend, far too easy. Besides, someone must keep you on your toes," Legolas said, jumping into the room and offering his hand to Gimli. The Dwarf accepted.

 "If you ever try that again you shall have to keep on your own toes if you wish to keep your head." Gimli groused, but then smiled, glad to see his friend, "I take it all went well if you are in a good enough mood to annoy me so."

 "Everything went perfectly, as I have already explained to Aragorn. I merely came over to show you I am well and ask what you thought of our hosts," Legolas said, walking about the room and picking up various objects.

 "They seem hospitable enough, and sincere as far as I can tell. I did not meet their king long enough to form an opinion on him. He seems ... complex," Gimli said after taking a moment to choose the right word.

 "Aragorn said near the same thing. I shall have to meet him for myself then," Legolas said, putting down the statue he had been studying and rubbing at his forehead absently.

 "Is that Elven Mist still causing you headaches?" Gimli asked, allowing only a slight edge of concern into his voice.

 Legolas dropped his hand immediately, seemingly shocked he had been paying the mild ache any mind, "It is nothing, truly. The headaches always begin when the Mist of Concealment begins to fade, and my true appearance resurfaces. They are simply a warning so that one won't be caught unaware and suddenly revealed. It is useful actually."

 "That is good then, for I would hate for you to be discovered in this land. From what I've seen of their king, Elves truly are not very welcome here," Gimli said, his voice clearly saddened by this, and the fact his friend was forced to hide his identity.

 "Well there is little that can be done. I shall leave you prepare for tonight's supper, for I must do the same," Legolas said.

 Gimli headed towards the door, meaning to open it for his friend, "See you shortly then, *Salogel*." Gimli emphasized Legolas's fake name and turned only to find his friend already gone. With a sigh Gimli moved to the window, this time ready in case of attack, and closed it.

 Before he did so he chanced a glance outside to try and spot his friend scaling the wall. Legolas had already disappeared into his room, but what Gimli did see disturbed him greatly.

 Why does he get a balcony?

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 Legolas busied himself for the next hour by making preparations for their supper with Lord Vecery and by settling into his new surroundings. He sighed discontently when he was forced to fill his cabinets with clothes of human design, and silently longed for even one outfit made from Elvish fabrics. How greatly he despised his new, uncomfortable wardrobe. Pushing these thoughts aside he dressed in one of his finer tunics, made some small adjustments to his appearance, and then mentally prepared himself for the night ahead. It would be filled with traditions and customs from the world of Men only, and he would be forced to participate and seemingly fit in. It was not a task he looked forward to, but for Aragorn's sake, and for the cause of finding the Stone it was a small price to pay.

 When he felt it must be near time for supper he left his room and knocked on the door of the next. Gimli answered, clearly in the final stages of preparation for their meal, and seemed slightly surprised.

 "Finally learned how to use a door I see," Gimli said, amused, and motioning Legolas inside, "I know you are immortal my friend but it still took you a fairly long time to master this basic skill. It makes me wonder how many centuries you needed to so fine tune your archery skills."

 "I assure you, not near as long as it most likely took yourself to gain the small amount of skill you have with your axe," Legolas replied, not straying far from the doorway so as to give Gimli the hint to hurry along.

 The Dwarf ignored the Elf for the moment and checked his appearance in the mirror that stretched far above his head. He made a few small adjustments to his beard, straightened his clothing, and then turned to his friend.

 "I suppose you're ready to go, are you?" Gimli asked. Legolas nodded only once in reply. "Let's be off then. We can't be late for our meeting with royalty."

 Legolas sighed slightly as he followed the Dwarf out the door. Being royalty himself he knew what to expect from this supper; it would be nothing but formalities, pleasant food, quiet conversation, and utter boredom. Secretly he wished he could pass over the entire thing, and perhaps explore the city. Search for tales or legends that the locals may know about the Stone of Malinya. But he knew it had to wait. Appearances had to be kept after all.

 The two friends chanced to meet Aragorn in the hall, also on his way to the banquet. They walked together through the winding halls of the Castle of Hileris. Gimli pointed out that while the structure was well made, the architecture was somewhat lacked, as there were far too many twists and turns in the hallways, making navigation nearly impossible. When they found themselves finally reaching the banquet hall Aragorn halted the two, giving Legolas a questioning glance as he did so.

 "Are you certain you shall be comfortable as a Man for an entire evening? There are no trees around in which you can hide yourself this time if you feel uncomfortable." Aragorn reminded the Elf, well-intentioned concern coating his voice.

 "I shall be fine. I am feeling increasingly confident in my deceptions, as necessary as they are, and would have mentioned earlier if I was not," Legolas replied, crossing his arms and waiting for Aragorn to continue into the banquet hall.

 "Very well," Aragorn said, a slightly relieved sigh being released, "But if you find yourself in a conversation or situation you are uncomfortable with contact me some way, so I can assist you." Legolas nodded, silently grateful for Aragorn's concern and possible assistance in the night to come.

 Casting a glance at Gimli Aragorn smirked, "And you Master Dwarf, do not let your head swell too greatly due to the praise and attention you will most likely receive this evening."

 Gimli puffed out his chest indignantly, "It is not in my nature to wallow in the center of attention. However, if some of the Men should ask about my past adventures I shall have to be polite and tell them a tale or two of my heroics," Gimli said, allowing his words to trail off as he walked past his friends and towards the doors to the hall.

 It shall be a long night. Legolas thought to himself, shaking his head ruefully.

 When the group came to the large doors they were greeted by Emilil, the King's advisor. He bowed respectfully, opened the doors and formally announced their presence. King Vecery and several of his companions were already seated at the great table that was lavishly filled with an assortment of foods and drink. The hall was long with several doors all leading to other areas of the castle, there were windows set high in the walls, making it impossible to see directly outside, and several servants were scattered about the room. The King sat at the head of the table, on a chair slightly larger and higher than the others, there was another chair opposite of him, empty, exactly the same, obviously meant for Aragorn. It was a grand banquet, but nothing that separated it from others that the group had attended in the past.

 All three bowed formally and took the seats they were lead to. Aragorn sat next to the King in a respectable position, and Gimli, being the honored Dwarf guest, was placed on King Vecery's other side, putting him directly across from Aragorn. Sorinth, who had already arrived, sat beside Gimli and Legolas was placed two seats away from the Dwarf, putting him beside Sorinth. The sitting directly beside Aragorn was being reserved for his captain, Risorine.

 "Greetings Lord Elessar, I welcome you to my home and hope that you will enjoy your time with us, and hopefully find it a rewarding experience. I am sure this will be the first of many happy meetings between our lands," Lord Vecery said confidently, holding up a glass to Aragorn.

 Aragorn picked up his own chalice and replied, "That is the great hope of Gondor as well."

 A comfortable silence fell among the group as the rest of the guests arrived in spurts throughout the next few minutes. Finally all were accounted for and the food served. Aragorn and the rest of the Men ate a good amount, filling their stomachs and praising the cooks. Gimli ate a great many platefuls, much to the pleasure of the Brelans, while Legolas ate only as much as required, not being particularly fond of the food of Men. He had secretly packed away several pouches of lembas in his pack, which he allowed himself the pleasure of every few meals on this trip. Not much was said throughout the meal, such things were meant for after filling one's stomach.

 When most of the food was consumed and it was time for drink and talk Lord Vecery spoke immediately, looking at Aragorn but directing his speech to all his Men, "Before we speak this evening I feel I must apologize for the great tragedy that befell you on your journey here. Sorinth has told me of the attack on you and your company when you arrived, and I promise I shall do all I can to bring these rebels to justice."

 "We lost a good Man, as did you. I knew Algoral only briefly but his presence will be missed, as will my guard's. I thank you for your promise of justice and hope that it may come through," Aragorn said solemnly, raising his glass to toast those that were lost.

 "Sorinth also tells me one of your Men was injured in the attack. Struck by a poisoned arrow. Does he fare well?" Asked Lord Vecery, apparently concerned, but secretly curious.

 "Yes, he is well," Aragorn replied, hoping the subject would drop there, but it did not.

 "You could ask him yourself, my Lord, for he sits in banquet with you even now. Salogel is his name," Sorinth said, clapping Legolas's shoulder to show of whom he spoke. The Elf bowed his head respectfully while in the King's attention.

 "Hit by a poisoned arrow yet you are well enough to feast. A lucky Man you are indeed," Lord Vecery said, clearly awed. He knew of the poison that had no cure and wondered why this Man should survive when many others hadn't.

 "It was most likely luck which kept me alive. The arrow merely grazed me in passing and very little of the poison had chance to do harm," Legolas said, clearly dismissing the entire thing.

 "Still, you are alive, and you did save my Captain's life I am told. For this I thank you."

 Legolas nodded in reply, accepting the King's gratitude and turning back to his glass. Seeing a chance to end this conversation Aragorn immediately began questioning Lord Vecery about the outlaws that attacked him, curious as to their reasoning. The speech was long, and not interesting, but diverted the attention of both kings.

 No longer forced to speak, Legolas took the chance to study their hosts. Lord Vecery seemed genuinely enthusiastic about establishing a friendship with Gondor, though his reasons continued to go unsaid. Brelan had been separated from the rest of Middle-Earth for so long that it seemed odd they would choose now to form alliances.

 Sorinth was half-listening to the conversation between Lord Vecery and Aragorn while he himself spoke to Gimli, peppering the Dwarf with endless questions about his home and history. Of course, Gimli was only too eager to answer, and also continued to enjoy the hospitality of the Brelans. Legolas smiled as his friend began another long tale of battle, with some details greatly exaggerated. That smile quickly faded though as he chanced to look at Risorine.

 The Man was speaking quietly with one of the Brelan Men, but when he looked up and saw Legolas watching him, though only momentarily, he cast the Elf an evil stare, then returned to his conversation. He was somewhat taken aback by this. Though the two had not reconciled their differences it had been some time since Risorine showed obvious contempt for Legolas, and he wondered what the cause was. Looking towards the Lords still deep in talk, he wondered if it was because he had already drawn the public admiration of Lord Vecery for saving Sorinth's life. Risorine had been introduced to Lord Vecery personally of course but it was Legolas out of all of Aragorn's Men that had drawn the Lord's attention.

 Sighing softly Legolas wondered if he could ever do anything that wouldn't displease this man, Risorine.

 When Aragorn and Vecery concluded their talk of politics the King of Brelan shifted his attention towards Gimli. The Dwarf greatly fascinated the Lord and he wished to know more about him.

 "Master Dwarf, tell me what brings you to our land. Though your company is welcome I am curious as to your reasons," Lord Vecery said.

 Gimli took a swallow of wine and then answered, "Well, Lord Elessar and I have long been friends and during one of my visits he told me of his intentions to visit your kingdom. It has always been in my blood to seek out excitement and travels, and the thought of visiting a foreign land enticed me. The opportunity to see new lands and meet new people was a great temptation. That said I decided to join my friend on this long journey and it has brought me here. And I have not been disappointed with my findings." He finished, pleased by the King's smile.

 "I am glad you have enjoyed your stay thus far. And whatever the reason, you are always welcome to return, as are you all," Lord Vecery said as an afterthought. Gimli and Lord Vecery then began to converse with many of the Brelan Men leaning in to hear the Dwarf's words.

 It began to grow late but still no one made any mention of turning in for the evening. It was the hosts' job to declare the meal over and if a guest were to excuse himself early and without reason it may seem rude. As the hours drew on Legolas wondered if all the Brelan meals went on this long, and began to silently worry as he felt another headache begin to burden him. This was the first sign that the Mist of Concealment had begun to wear off. He would be hidden for another short while but after that he could be revealed for what he was. He needed to take his leave quickly. As a precaution he shook his head slightly, causing his hair to cascade over his ears, covering them well.

 Gimli was still rather enjoying his evening, though he had also noted the lateness of the hour. Looking about he wondered if anyone else felt fatigued by the day's activities. The two Lords looked as alert as always, as did most of the Men. He noticed one of Aragorn's guards stifle a yawn and another's eyes were drooping slightly. Logically he knew that Legolas would be feeling no such fatigue but he glanced his way in any case and saw him rubbing his forehead with a slight grimace.

 The Dwarf realized that the Mist of Concealment was probably wearing off again. His theory was proven correct when he noticed that in the lowering light the slight glow to the Elf's skin was becoming somewhat apparent, but only if one looked closely. Still, Gimli would not take that chance, but was lost as to a way to get the Elf out of the feast before the others.

 He tried to draw Aragorn's eye, but realized that the Man may not know about the effects of the mist and he could not be directly outright and speak of it. Gimli knew he would have to help Legolas out of this situation somehow and saw his opportunity a few minutes later. Just as a servant girl walked behind the Dwarf, desperately trying to keep balanced a pitcher of wine, he pushed his chair back only slightly, seemingly to stretch his legs. Of course the girl tripped over the leg of the chair and was sent sprawling forward, effectively spilling her burden all over Sorinth and Legolas.

 The two warriors stood in shocked surprise, dripping only slightly. The girl stood immediately, extremely nervous and embarrassed.

 "Oh, my deepest apologies. I didn't mean to. Allow me to help you," She offered immediately, using her apron as a cloth.

 Legolas lifted his hand and stayed her immediately, "Do not worry, it was merely an accident." He said softly, a smile of understanding adorning his features. Sorinth was not so calm and wished desperately to yell at the girl for her clumsiness, but seeing Salogel's easy forgiveness of the matter he knew he would be considered harsh for doing so. Reluctantly he let the matter drop, but did order the girl to get him a proper towel. She fled quickly, eager to escape the situation.

 "With your leave my Lord, I feel I need to change my attire," Sorinth said to his Lord. Legolas nodded in agreement, trying to dry himself as well. He spared a glance towards his Dwarf friend and was not surprised to see a mixture of satisfaction and amusement on Gimli's face. Legolas had wanted to leave the meal, but this hadn't quite been what he had in mind.

 "It is growing late, as I only now realize. We should all take our leave for the evening. Perhaps tomorrow we can continue our discussions and make some greater arrangements," Lord Vecery suggested, standing to show it was indeed time to retire.

 "Of course, I shall look forward to it. Until tomorrow night then." Aragorn nodded respectfully, stood and led his Men out of the banquet hall. They all made their way directly to their rooms, somewhat exhausted. Legolas and Gimli walked behind the others, the Elf still dripping and ringing out his soaked hair.

 "You could thank me for the assistance," Gimli whispered to his friend conspiratorially.

 "Oh, thank you so much for probably ruining my outfit and embarrassing me in front of these Men. How will I ever pay you back?" Legolas pondered aloud, considering all sorts of ways to show his so called 'thanks'.

 "Well, you're out of there, as you undoubtedly wished. Besides, you hate Men's clothing, what is the loss of one outfit?" Gimli said, dismissing the Elf's complaints.

 Legolas sighed and smiled, he was not so blind that he could not find the humor in the situation, "I do not fault your intentions friend, merely your actions. It shall be days before I no longer smell of wine."

 "I think it suits you. At least this way I will always know when you are coming, for the smell of wine is something I will not miss."

 Legolas chuckled, knowing this to be true, "I shall simply have to try harder to surprise you then." At this time the friends arrived at their respected rooms and parted ways. Gimli quickly removed the constricting garments, always hating to dress up, and changed into something much more comfortable. He then settled into his bed and quickly fell asleep, feeling the exhaustion of the day. Of course he would not admit to this, for as everyone knows a Dwarf has unlimited stamina.

 Immediately changing into something dry Legolas was surprised to hear a knock on his door, for the hour was late. The servant girl who had spilled the wine stood there meekly. She had brought a large basin of water with her that she left along with some towels, she then picked up the clothing she had stained with wine and took them with her to wash immediately. Legolas thanked her sincerely and bid her farewell. He was very thankful, especially for the basin. Very quickly he washed the sticky wine from his skin and hair. After drying off he felt much better and moved to the bed.

 Lying down he found it not too uncomfortable. Lacing his fingers across his chest he relaxed into sleep, knowing tomorrow would be another day such as this.

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 Aragorn awoke the next morning feeling quite rested. His years as a Ranger had tuned his senses to rouse him with the sun's first rays and he frequently found himself up and about before many others. He wondered if this would be the case in Brelan. Stepping out onto the balcony adjoining his room he found that it was indeed. The sun had only just risen and there were hardly any signs of activity on the previously busy streets. Sighing, he wondered how long he would have to wait before any of his company arose. He smiled softly then, remembering the one person he travelled with who was sure to be up.

 Dressing quickly, but properly, he left his room and made his way to Legolas's chambers. Passing Gimli's room he chuckled softly. Legolas had been right, the Dwarf's snores could be heard through the stone walls. He knocked gently on the Elf's door so as not to wake anyone else. It was a cheerful, very awake Legolas that answered the door, already in his human disguise, which still unnerved Aragorn. Legolas smiled at his friend and motioned him inside.

 "I'm glad I am not the only one who has arisen," Aragorn commented as he entered.

 Legolas glanced at the wall and sighed, "With his snoring it was not as though I had much of a choice." He then motioned Aragorn closer and lowered his voice conspiratorially, "I have long since believed he does it on purpose and only when I sleep nearby."

 Aragorn laughed at this, mostly because it was actually possible knowing the Dwarf. "It makes me greatly appreciate being at the end of the hall."

 "As you should. But I am happy as well that you are here. I have been up for several hours and am unable to leave this room until the others arise. I was greatly considering scaling the wall and taking a look around the town." Legolas had indeed been pondering this course of action, but then decided that scurrying through town late at night or early in the morning, could wait until they had been there for a few days.

 "It is best that you didn't, someone could spot you and I would be hard-pressed to explain such action from my *Men*," Aragorn said, wandering towards the balcony in the room. His love for the outdoors seemed to always be calling him, and he took every chance he could find to be near fresh air and open land. Legolas followed, feeling the same.

 "May I ask your plans for this day?" Legolas asked, leaning casually against the balcony rail.

 "I believe Lord Vecery is taking me on a tour of Miscalanth. I'm sure you won't have to attend, I wish I didn't either. I long to begin the search for the Stone of Malinya, but I fear I underestimated my own responsibilities here. I will be deep in discussions and negotiations throughout much of this trip. The duty of locating and perhaps retrieving the Stone may fall solely upon the shoulders of Gimli and yourself," Aragorn said, his voice tinged with regret. Finding the Stone had been his great dream for many nights now, and he wished to be involved in all parts of its recovery.

 "We will do our best, and keep you well informed of all progress we make," Legolas replied. He appeared about to say more when he turned suddenly, and began to listen closely to the outside world.

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 Risorine had not slept well, due to worries haunting his mind. He had awoken before the sun and decided he would rather stay awake than attempt sleep once more. Being purposely slow he got dressed, made his own bed, and took stock of his possessions, there being little else to do. It was then that he heard the doors of Lord Elessar's room opening. It did not surprise the captain that his King was up, for he often rose before others, but he had to wonder where Aragorn was going this early.

 Holding his breath, he listened as the Lord's soft footsteps drifted away, then stopped. There was nothing for a moment and then the clear sound of a door being opened on a squeaky hinge. Any other Man would have wondered who the King was visiting, but Risorine knew immediately it was 'Salogel'. After all this time he could not understand why the King of Gondor would choose to spend all his free, and unfree, time with a foreigner of his Kingdom, instead of with his captain.

 His curiosity quickly bested him and after only several moments, he rose, and left his chambers. He needed to be sure it was actually 'Salogel's' room that Aragorn had entered. Now in the hall he intended only to listen from his doorway to try and pinpoint for certain which room the King had entered, but he found the Dwarf's snoring drowning out all other noise. Unhesitant, he moved down the hallway, listening for Aragorn's voice. He found it where expected.

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 Legolas lowered his voice and motioned towards the door, "Choose your words wisely, someone listens to our speech."

 Aragorn turned in surprise, having not heard anyone over Gimli's snores next door. He wondered who would dare eavesdrop on a conversation between the King of Gondor and a companion. It would be an unwise move for any of the Brelan Men, immediately causing distrust, and he could not picture it being any of the men from his company.

 "This view is quite splendid," Legolas said suddenly, and slightly louder than his normal speech. On silent Elven feet he began to inch towards the door.

 Aragorn took the hint and kept up a one-way conversation for a short while, "Yes it is, as good as my own. The people of Brelan have kindly treated us to their best rooms. Hmm, how does Gimli feel not having a balcony?"

 This was all the time needed for the Elf to cross the room and swiftly swing open the door, "May I help you?" He asked immediately, not surprised in his findings of the eavesdropper's identity.

 Risorine stood swiftly, having been creeping low to hear better. He was shocked by Legolas's presence, not having heard the 'Man' make any sound as he walked to the door. His surprise and embarrassment caused him to fumble his words, "I uh, I was ... I was looking for Lord Elessar."

 "Then you might have tried *his* chambers first." Legolas's voice was cold, not enjoying the intrusion this Man made.

 "I did." Risorine answered immediately. Legolas knew it was a lie, he would have heard the Man make his way to Aragorn's room before he came here, but he could not say this; a Man would not have heard it.

 Legolas turned to Aragorn, approaching from behind. They exchanged a glance in which each conveyed the other's thoughts without needing words. Aragorn knew his Captain had been spying, but there had been no harm done so he let it pass.

 "What did you wish Risorine?" Aragorn asked, his voice only slightly warmer than Legolas's.

 Risorine bristled at the obvious dismissal, "Simply checking on your safety my Lord, it is my duty after all." He hoped this sounded a plausible and less shameful reason for his eavesdropping.

 "I am quite safe as you can see and will undoubtedly continue to be while in these walls. If there is nothing else I shall see you at breakfast," Aragorn replied curtly.

 "Of course Lord Elessar." Risorine bowed, gritting his teeth and hating his own stupidity. He then retreated down the hall, embarrassment and shame coloring his cheeks.

 Legolas closed the door after he left, knowing he was gone far down the hall beyond earshot. "You must do something about that Man. He is far too curious and jealous for his own good, and ours."

 "I know, I know. I shall see what I can do." Aragorn promised, already sorting ideas in his head on ways to deal with Risorine. The two talked for a bit longer, discussing Legolas's plan to possibly explore the darker parts of the city that would not be on Aragorn's tour. Both agreed it was a smart course of action, if the opportunity presented itself for him to put it to use.

 They parted shortly afterwards, knowing they would soon be called for the morning meal. Legolas was still contemplating ways to explore the city alone, and Aragorn was wondering how to deal with his Captain.

  The rest of the morning passed without incident. The entire company had breakfast with Lord Vecery and several of the Brelan men. Throughout the meal Risorine could not help but shoot contemptful glares in Legolas's direction. Seeing this, and deciding to at least attempt to stop it, Aragorn halted his captain with a look of his own; one that rulers of great cities had trembled before. Risorine immediately left Legolas alone, but no one knew how long it would last.

 After breakfast the company was split up. Aragorn had been correct, the King of Brelan did indeed wish to take him on a tour of the great city of Miscalanth, and it would take up most of the day. Gimli, being their great Dwarf guest, used his influence with the men to earn himself a tour of his own. That is, a tour of the pubs and common places that Aragorn would not be visiting. He also asked if his good friend 'Salogel' could accompany them, and the men of Brelan readily agreed. With their paths set before them, it seemed sure that the day would be eventful for all.

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 While Aragorn was begrudgingly accepting the King's invitation to view the city, Legolas and Gimli were changing for their own trip. The Elf was pleased to be back in casual clothes, even if they were Men's they were far more comfortable than formal wear. In private they spoke of their plans, to be friendly and courteous and be sure to ask of any stories of the Stone of Malinya but only in passing. It could not become known that they were searching for the Stone, for their quest depended greatly on secrecy. When breakfast was only several hours behind them Emilil knocked upon their doors, beckoning them to come for their tours. The friends eagerly accepted.

 "This is our finest pub. I believe you will find the ale to your satisfaction, Master Dwarf," Emilil said with a smile as he indicated the building before them. They had walked through the city for near an hour, being shown various landmarks, when they finally arrived at 'The Happy Horseman'.

 "I must first taste it to be sure, but I have a feeling I won't be disappointed." Legolas rolled his eyes from under his hood as the group followed behind the Dwarf, into the pub.

 There was a good group of men inside. It was a little past noon and most were enjoying their lunches and speaking with friends. The establishment was a good size, built to fit many comfortably on a busy night. Upon the group's entry many heads turned, and remained turned at the welcome and surprising sight of a Dwarf. A questioning look was passed around the room, and Emilil smiled with delight at being this great guest's escort. No sooner had they walked through the door than Gimli was assaulted with greetings and handshakes, far too many to follow. The Men were eager to talk with him, for they had never seen or met a Dwarf, and immediately began peppering him with questions. He was given a central seat at the bar, so he may speak and be heard by all, which suited him just fine.

 Though he was speaking to many he directed his speech towards Emilil, the only man he truly knew, "You have a fair city, and it has been a great delight of mine to walk through it," Gimli said, then swished back a great mouthful of ale, "But its beauty pales in comparison to the quality of your ale." This brought with it a great roar of agreement. Legolas sat at the bar, near the edge of the group, unnoticed. He ordered a drink to keep up appearances, but drank little of it. The plan had been for both to engage in conversation with the Men of this city, to double their chances of hearing a tale of the Stone, but Legolas knew this would now be impossible. Every man in the pub was listening closely to the Dwarf's speech and the Elf would not be able to tear any of them away to speak with them.

 Gimli was also thinking it would be unlikely they would learn anything of the Stone from this course of action. No man seemed eager to speak of himself or their land. They wanted only to hear the Dwarf's tales. This normally would have been a fantastic thing to Gimli, for he loved to speak long and be heard attentively, but on this occasion he found it disappointing that for once Men did not wish to speak of themselves. Long they stayed at the bar, Gimli pushing down his disappointment to enjoy the attention, and Legolas taking the time to think over all they knew and determine their next course of action. Little came to mind. He supposed he would have to sneak out of the castle after all, late at night, and perhaps see what he could learn.

 When many men had come and gone the group decided they must return to the castle, much to the disapproval of the Dwarf's listeners.

 "I will return my friends. I need time to think of more tales to tell and must rest my weary tongue," Gimli assured them as he stepped out the door of The Happy Horsemen, followed shortly by Legolas and Emilil.

 "Fine people you have here, very attentive," Gimli commented, as they made their way back to the Castle of Hileris.

 "They think the same of you. Coming here has given them much to speak of for the next long while," Emilil said, pleased with the people's reaction to the Dwarf.

 "They shall have to speak of it for long. Gimli spoke at such great lengths they will not be able to tell the entire tale at one sitting," Legolas replied, not putting much enthusiasm into their banter. Both were disappointed they had found no information, but could not openly share their feelings.

 As they walked back they passed, for the second time, a great, guarded building that stood brightly in the city square. As before they gave it no notice, as their lowered spirits bid their feet to walk straight for the castle. But if they had asked, or even noticed the building they would have found the answers they seek. As it turned out, it was lucky for them that Aragorn was much more attentive to his surroundings, for later that night their hopes would be lifted once more.

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 Aragorn only half listened as Lord Vecery explained in full detail the history of each milestone in his fair city, effectively making their official tour guide simply another spectator in their tour. The King of Gondor would normally give such things his full attention, but he could not seem to be able to force himself to listen. His mind was greatly disrupted with thoughts of the Stone of Malinya, and he could only hope that Legolas and Gimli would be able to find the necessary clues to locate it. This being the case his mind was inattentive as Lord Vecery displayed his great city. That is until they arrived at the great guarded building. Aragorn's attention was immediately drawn forth simply by the guards' presence for he had seen nothing else in the city, other than the Castle of Hileris, where guards were present, and he wondered what the building contained. There were few guards though, and he knew it would not be overly difficult to sneak in if one should want to, but still the fact that it was guarded seemed promising to him.

 "Lord Vecery," He began, so intrigued that he didn't notice he had interrupted the King, "If I may, what is that building over there?"

 Vecery seemed pleased that he had asked, and told him so, "That is our hall of records. All that was and is Brelan is stored within its walls, as will be all that comes to pass. Of course, some records are fragile and others secret so they are not for general public use, unless special permission is provided. Would you like to take a look inside?"

 "Very much so. I am greatly intrigued by the history of nations; an entire hall of records to me is as valuable as mithril to a Dwarf," Aragorn replied, exaggerating a bit in hopes of a longer look in the hall.

 Passing by the guards Aragorn noted it would be quite easy to sneak in, the two front guards were the hall's only protection. The ceiling stretched quite high, some ten feet, and there were windows set high in the stone walls. The building appeared to be only one vast room, filled with shelves of parchments, scrolls, and books. It was clearly more than just a hall of records, it was a great repository of knowledge.

 "How do you go through it all?" Aragorn asked quietly and absently as he ran his hands along several book casings.

 "We have historians for that. It is their job to read and learn about our past and knowledge, and if information is needed they are called upon immediately," Lord Vecery said, walking down a parallel aisle, enjoying the writings as much as Aragorn. He was proud of his city, and enjoyed showing off and learning of its past.

 Aragorn could have stayed in the hall for years, not to learn of Brelan's history, but to search for any passages or clues about the Stone of Malinya. His heart constricted as he realized that somewhere in this room there most likely laid the answer he sought, but he also knew it may take forever to find it.

 Perhaps I can locate one of these historians, he thought, surely they will know if there is any information about the Stone in these halls.

 He turned away from the bookshelf to search for one of these historians, but his eye quickly became fixed on a case near a far wall. It was glass and locked tightly; filled with several scrolls, all tightly sealed. All were clearly marked with an Elvish symbol. Looking closer he realized the symbol was unknown to him, and gathered it came from the Elves who had once lived in the regions of Brelan but had long ago moved on to the Gray Havens.

 "Lord Vecery, what is kept in this case?" He asked, wishing greatly to be able to hold and read the papers. In a kingdom that despised Elves it was a rare event to find anything with the symbols of the Elder race, and he knew they must be important.

 "In truth, we do not know," Vecery replied. Aragorn turned then, a look of confusion set upon his features, "Those are scrolls of old, dating back nearly six millennia. But alas, we cannot read them. They are written in a script unknown to any that now live within Brelan's borders. They are records kept long ago, when we once aligned ourselves with the Elves," he seemed to spit this word out, "We know that they are records of our past but we have none now that speak or read the language."

 Aragorn nodded, noting the sadness in the King's voice. Not sadness for the Elves' departure, but for possibly having a piece of his land's history kept from him, never to be known.

 Lord Vecery composed himself almost immediately and spoke with lighter words, "Come, I'm afraid we've no time to learn of past deeds now, but perhaps you can return here at a later date. There is much left to see."

 "Of course." Aragorn reluctantly pulled himself away from the glass case, still wondering what secrets it held.

 They departed the building and continued on through the busy streets, people moving from their path wherever they turned. Aragorn resisted the urge to look back longingly at the hall of records, and turned his attention back to Lord Vecery who was droning on about the construction of a tower in the city square. If he had been distracted by his thoughts before then now he had no chance of following the Lord's words. Aragorn listened patiently, waiting for the time when they would return to the castle and he could inform Gimli and Legolas of what he may have found. He only hoped the hall indeed held the answers they sought.

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 Slightly later than usual the company from Gondor ate the afternoon meal in the halls of the Castle of Hileris. The meal had been delayed due to the length of Aragorn's tour, which had started earlier and ended later than Legolas and Gimli's. Having arrived late Aragorn had yet to speak with his companions about his findings. Having nothing of significance to report in return the Elf and Dwarf did not seek out a reason to speak with Aragorn, and had only the chance to speak in polite company at the meal.

 Aragorn would not get a real chance to speak to his friends until much later that night. While Legolas and Gimli were having quite a fair afternoon, hunting with the Brelan men, Aragorn was forced to spend the greater portion of his day with Lord Vecery. He seemed forever cursed with the responsibilities of his title, as they spoke of trade possibilities and alliances of the two lands. Still nothing was yet confirmed as to a full alliance.

 Finally able to take his leave after many hours with the Lord, Aragorn immediately headed for his chambers. He was disappointed to find that Legolas, Gimli, and the rest of his men had yet to return. Sighing in frustration he quickly wrote a note for each of his friends and slid them under the doors to their rooms. Having nothing else to do for the time he retired to his room and for a long time stood staring out his balcony, lost in thought.

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 Gimli entered his room, content for the moment. Though the day had produced no clues as to the location of the Stone, he had enjoyed a great meal at 'The Happy Horseman', as well as a few ales, and the evening with the Brelan men had been pleasant, though uneventful. He had had little chance to speak with Legolas all day, having often been in the company of so many others that demanded his attention. But now the hour was late, and all were turning in for sleep. He was sure the Elf would be by later, perhaps through the window once more, and they could talk then.

 It was only when he began to search the room for his bag of pipeweed that he even noticed the note on the floor. He unfolded it quickly, immediately recognizing Aragorn's handwriting.

 ~ Meet me at midnight in my quarters, I have much to tell you. ~

 Gimli's eyes widened in surprise. He and Legolas had found nothing that day, but it seemed as though Aragorn had discovered something, and he hoped it was the Stone. Looking outside he noted it was near another hour until midnight, which was fine for it would mean everyone else would be asleep, but it also meant the Dwarf would have to wait that long to hear of Aragorn's news. Folding up the note and depositing it in his bag, Gimli once again began his search for the lost pipeweed. He found it a few moments later and happily filled his pipe. He sat and smoked quietly, lost in thought and enjoying the quiet of the castle.

 Deciding it was close enough to midnight, and confident the rest of the men were asleep, Gimli crept quietly from his room and down the hall. He took his time so as not to make a sound and soon reached Aragorn's door. Making only the faintest of noises he tapped on the door. It opened almost immediately and Aragorn quickly ushered him into the room, taking a habitual glance down the hallway after he was inside.

 When the door was carefully shut the two moved to the balcony, so as to be as far from prying ears as possible.

 "I am anxious to hear this news of yours," Gimli commented, still whispering despite the distance they put between themselves and any others who may be listening.

 "In a moment, we must wait for Legolas," Aragorn said, leaning against the balcony railing and listening for another knock on his door. As it was he was very surprised when he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind him.

 "You need not wait long then," Legolas commented, gracefully jumping down from the railing of the balcony.

 Aragorn sighed, though smiling. Of course the Elf could not do the sensible thing and walk through the hallway, he would need to make his way over by traversing the outer wall of the great castle.

 "You could have been spotted my friend." Aragorn reprimanded, though is heart was not in.

 "There was none who could see me, I assure you. Unless you think there are more Elves in Miscalanth than just I," Legolas said, also taking a spot against the balcony railing. Pulling back his hood, his hair and skin glowed in the moonlight, his human disguise having worn off.

 "Well, there was Algoral," Gimli mentioned, his mind immediately spotting an opportunity to prove Legolas wrong. It was not until he noted the shadow that passed across his friend's face that he realized his grave mistake, "Oh blast. I ..."

 The Elf halted his words with a raised hand, but said no more on the matter. Legolas was dealing with his grief and it would all be well in time. Until then the subject was closed.

 Knowing he would need to be the first to speak after such an awkward moment in their speech, Legolas asked, "What did you find this day on your travels?"

 "More than you two it would seem." Gimli grunted at this but said nothing. Aragorn continued, "Lord Vecery showed me much of his city but the only structure that truly caught my eye was the great hall of records, near the city square."

 "I do not believe we were shown this hall," Gimli commented, thinking back.

 "Of this I guessed, or at least, that you had not gone in, for it is forbidden unless special permission is granted. But this is unimportant, what I may have found in the hall is though."

 "May have found? You are not sure what it is?" Legolas asked, grasping at understanding.

 "I had not the chance to look," Aragorn said, "There were shelves and shelves, as high as the ceilings, all filled with records of the country's past and its knowledge. But this was not what I needed to tell you. I spotted a case nearly hidden in the shadows of the farthest corner. It was glass and contained the only documents in the structure that were locked away. When I asked what they were Lord Vecery informed me that they contained scrolls written by the Elves that once lived within Brelan's boundaries, but they know not what they say for no one that remains in Brelan now speaks or reads the language. I would have tried to read them myself but Lord Vecery wished to move on and I did not wish to seem suspicious."

 "What do you believe them to say?" Gimli asked, now very curious.

 "I do not know, but would hope that within perhaps lay some secret about the location of the Stone of Malinya. There are historians whose only job is to read and learn about what is written in the normal scrolls, if the Stone's location was in them I believe they would have found it. I think our only chance of finding anything about the Stone that is not general knowledge, is to open these scrolls and discover their contents," Aragorn said emphatically.

 "I will go," Legolas offered immediately, not giving Aragorn a chance to continue.

 "Not alone you won't," Gimli countered, just as quickly.

 "Alas, I feel he should," Aragorn said, gaining both their attention, "The scrolls are locked away and to read them I fear it will be necessary to sneak into the hall in secret. Alone an Elf is quick and silent, not to mean any disrespect or judgment Gimli, but I believe it would be safer for him to go alone."

 "Besides my friend, you cannot read Elvish script, I feel you would be of little help," Legolas commented softly, his head bowed in thought.

 Gimli nodded, and crossed his arms, "When would you go?"

 "I can go tonight. It is now late enough and I could return long before the sun shows itself," Legolas said, eager to read the scrolls.

 Aragorn was unsure he liked the Elf going out and doing this so abruptly, he liked to have a plan and back-up plan when attempting something such as this. But these were rare circumstances; they would be in Brelan for only so long, and if they did not discover what the scrolls said now they might never get a chance. Aragorn would never again risk bringing an Elf, even Legolas, to this land that so hated them, and he doubted there were any others he could bring that would be able to read the Elven script.

 "Very well. But be careful, and do not leave right away. I wish you to return to your chambers, and please, use the hall, and think of your course of action. The chamber of records is large and guarded by two sentries at each doorway, but there are high windows set in the wall that it may be possible to climb in. I will leave it up to you to choose your own course of action, but I pray you be careful about it."

 Legolas nodded, his face a stern mask, taking his mission with all seriousness, "If there is nothing else I should go prepare."

 "That is all for now. I shall have to hear of your exploits of this day at a later date, but I heard many of Vecery's men speak of your day at 'The Happy Horseman'," Aragorn said.

 "It was a fine day, but we both better leave. Already we have stayed longer than may be safe," Gimli commented and made his way to the door with a curt nod of his head to say good-bye. Aragorn watched him walk quietly across the room, his eyes straying for only a second. But when he turned around once more he found himself on an empty balcony. He spun around just in time to see a flash of gold hair as Legolas leapt to the next balcony and out of sight.

 "Will Elves never understand the concept of doors?" He asked aloud, shaking his head as he went into his room. Laying on his bed he knew he would not find sleep that night, for his head would be filled with thoughts and wonderings of the Stone and Legolas's findings. But still he laid there, thinking, trying to dream but never quite making it.

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 For near an hour Legolas stayed in his room after leaving Aragorn and Gimli. He changed into the darkest outfit he could find to make it easier to slip around in the night, though he doubted anyone would spot him anyway. Upon reflection he believed he did recall the building Aragorn had mentioned, and was confident he could find it again. He tucked a few things into his belt, his knives for one, and put on the Elvish boots he had packed away at the bottom of his bag; he would not be able to creep around quietly in Men's footwear. Having a not so clear, but usable, plan in his head, Legolas took off for the Brelan hall of records.

 Weaving quietly through and out of the castle would take too much time, he decided, and instead scaled out his window. He was several stories up but the brick was thick and he got down easily. A few minutes later he had reached the ground. He hid behind several bushes, crept around the strangely alert guards, and then scaled a desolate spot of the guarding wall, all without making a sound.

 His journey to the hall lasted nearly an hour, but involved nothing that needs telling. When he reached the hall he stopped, and observed for several moments. He would not be able to slip by the guards, for they were alert, and he did not wish to harm them unnecessarily for that was cruel and also would bring forth too much attention later on. The windows high in the walls seemed his only choice. Still creeping about, he made his way to the side of the building that was closest to the hall. He reached the roof rather easily, there having been a staircase to use, and then judged the distance from the roof of this building to the next. It seemed a simple enough jump, and with that thought he sprang forward and leapt through the air, landing firmly and silently on the roof of the hall.

 From there he dropped to the edge and swung himself in through an open window. He was beginning to feel like a spider, jumping and sticking to walls, threading his web. But that was not a fair description, he did not stick to walls, he only found foot and hand holds that many Men would miss, or find unusable. Inside the building, he now only had to find the case and discover what secrets were hidden in its text.

 His Elven vision was a wonderful blessing as he saw things in the pale moonlight that most would not see.  When he found the case, he briefly studied the scrolls that he could not yet touch. The seal was that of an Elf with high-standing military power, but he knew not whose it was. He then had the problem of opening the treasure chest, and stealing his gold without anyone knowing he had been there. The lock was old, and would crack if forced open, and someone would surely notice this eventually.

 Any fracture made in the glass's structure would be extremely obvious and he could not repair glass, alone, on this night. Sighing, knowing this would take some time from his eternal life, he knelt down and began to pick the lock with a small piece of metal. He was not surprised by the construction of the lock, it took several tries to get the pick in just right, then he had to carefully turn it until it clicked. It took nearly ten minutes, for the pick kept slipping out of place as he turned, until he finally heard the satisfying clang of metal as it separated itself from one another.

 Legolas took the lock off with an air of satisfaction, then carefully removed the coveted, ancient papers. He carefully removed their rope bindings, making sure not to damage the seal. He was forced to light a small candle in front of him, for even with Elvish eyes he could not read well in pure darkness. There were four scrolls in all, and the first he opened was long, but not full. It was written in an Elvish script unknown for some time, though there were a number of Elves who could still write and speak it, there was little to no use of it, and it was learned only in respect for the days of past. Fortunately, of the few that were forced to learn it were the royal princes of Mirkwood.

 I hope all the scrolls are not as this, for it is useless and says little. Legolas thought to himself. The page was a single long list, filled with many things. Duty schedules for guards, an inventory of supplies, a list of supplies needed, and so forth. It seemed nothing more than a simple 'To do' list. Shaking his head, Legolas returned the scroll to its bindings and replaced it exactly. The next scroll held nothing of importance either; it was clearly a journal, and private, so he only skimmed for the words 'Stone of Malinya', but did not read it. The third scroll would prove to be a revelation though, so much so that Legolas forgot that there was a fourth scroll that he would never read. It was the first line that stole his attention completely.

 It was long and said much, but here are the parts of importance;

 "The Confessions and Failings of the Elvish Race,

 It was us. We are the thieves who stole from the thieves. The Brelans stole the Stone of Malinya, and kept it well hidden, but we recovered what was lost, and hope to one day return it. There is much chaos and hate in this world, but we do not believe it is yet time to return the Stone to the people. Perhaps someday soon. Until that time it will remain hidden, from all Men, Dwarves, and even Elves, until such a time that these races unite, and are able to trust each other without the help of the Stone and its power. Peace and love should be something shared willingly, without help, not forced upon races by the power of the Elves. This will be the only account of its location, but even this is useless without the alliance of the races, so the information matters not."

 Below this paragraph was a map, precisely drawn, of Brelan, mainly focusing on the area Miscalanth was now built upon. There was an Elvish rune marking the page; it was the symbol of Malinya. Legolas smiled brightly. He had found what they needed. They could use this to find the Stone and then return the peace to Middle-Earth, he thought, pushing back the words written that spoke of not using the Stone, thinking them folly. He began to wrap up the scroll when he noticed another paragraph that greatly interested him. Though he did not read the entire scroll, this passage needed to be read immediately as it pertained to a friend he had known for far too short a time.

 "Why did he make such a promise, knowing we could not keep it? Why would he promise the Men of Brelan our assistance in their war when he knew we could not interfere? I believe I know the answer, but wish for a different one, for I do not wish to put so much blame on this one Elf for the loss of so many lives. Being the chief advisor to Brelan's King for so long, he obviously felt sorry for the Men of their fine country, but he should not have involved himself the way he did. He promised them archers to aid them in their battle, 500 strong. We could not do that though, it would be wrong. A slaughter against the Men who challenged Brelan in the first place, and it was not our place to act. Of course, he could not understand this.

 The Brelans hate us now, all of us, and their Elven chief advisor has gone into hiding, where even his kindred cannot find him. I hope he is well. There is nothing left for us here, so we shall travel to the Gray Havens, and perhaps there we can find peace in the land. Oh, why did he do it? Why Algoral? You knew we could do nothing."

 "Algoral?"

Legolas stared for a moment in confusion, the words themselves were clear but his mind was unwilling to accept their meaning. Elves did not usually lie to each other, it was simply their way, yet Algoral had mentioned nothing of being the Elven advisor to the Men of Brelan and the reason for their downfall and Elven hatred. It seemed an important piece of information and he wondered why Algoral had withheld it. He knew the answer probably lay somewhere else in the scroll, for it was long and descriptive in parts, and he began to scan the contents of the parchment. If able, he would have stayed all night to find the answers he sought, solutions to new riddles. But this was not the case. Outside he heard the clear sound of movement, and speech. It was faint, but he knew there was a chance that the guards could come inside.

 The candle was quickly extinguished and the scroll was rolled up and placed into a special case, for protection. Legolas was about to leave through the window once more, in a hurry to return to the castle and read the scrolls, when he realized that the parchments would be missed if taken. Thinking quickly he grabbed a scroll, just as old, from another shelf and wrapped it tightly. He then bound it with the same rope, showing the same unbroken seal on the front. After placing the scrolls back in the case, in their exact positions, he was on his way.

 Over the rooftops, through the dark echoes of streets and melding with shadows he returned to the castle in half the time it had taken to reach the hall of records. It would be dark for only another hour, perhaps less, so he swiftly stole his way inside, past the guards, and back up the wall to his chambers. Since morning was quickly approaching Legolas decided it was safer to wait to tell Aragorn and Gimli of his findings, rather than risk being seen or heard in the early hours. This also left him the opportunity to read over the scrolls himself, for at least an hour, perhaps more.

 He sat on his bed and carefully unwrapped the scroll, looking for answers and hoping more questions did not arise. After reading it more closely and with greater patience it became obvious that the scroll was a record. Not a journal, for it spoke of the deeds of many, but seemingly an archive of all that occurred between the Elves and Men of Brelan. Much of it meant little to Legolas, and he simply skimmed it over, barely reading the words. He found nothing of interest until he reached the entry regarding the Stone of Malinya. He read this once more, the words filling him with joy as he began to realize that it was most likely they would be finding the Stone of Malinya. The map was well drawn, but somewhat outdated. He spotted several landmarks on it, such as the hall of records, and felt confident they would be able to find the location of the Stone through the map.

 Continuing on he once more came to the entry describing the downfall of the Elf/Man alliance in Brelan. He read this over and kept on reading, searching for more elaborate explanations of the sequence of events.

 Algoral had indeed been the Elven advisor to the Brelan men, or so it seemed, and he had assured them the archers would come. What he had not counted on was the noncompliance of his own people, and could not believe they would not help the Men in their war. But the Elves stood by their decision that it was not their place to interfere in the matters of Men. The writer of the text personally would have liked to have helped the Brelan Men and agreed with Algoral that they should have assisted. But he held some anger towards Algoral for what he did after he made this promise.

 "He knew the archers were not coming, we told him and made it quite clear. But still he told the Men of Brelan they would be there, would ensure their victory. Perhaps it would have wounded his pride to inform the king the archers would not be coming, but it would also have saved so many lives. Nearly half the Brelan army was destroyed in this conflict, and almost all of that of their enemy. It is a sad day in the boundaries of Brelan, and I fear it is the fault of Algoral. It was not his place to assure them the archers in the first place, and it was not within his rights to lie to them. Perhaps this might have encouraged them to fight stronger, and hold hope, which may have led to their victory. But it also led to the deaths of many. I know he feels for what has happened to these men, and wishes to make it better, but I can see not how he could hope to do this. I can only hope that Algoral can perhaps find peace, even though I do not approve of what he has done, I can still hope that for him. I can forgive him, as would his people if he were to return to us, but still we cannot find him."

 Legolas read this over, for there was little else mentioned of his friend, and wondered, "Oh Algoral, did you ever return to your people? Or did you forever remain in Brelan, attempting to put back your wrongs?"

 The answers did not seem to be within the scroll, and Legolas wondered if he should ever know. He continued reading until the sun had been up for an hour. There were sounds of people moving about and talking in the halls. He acknowledged these sounds but paid them no mind; he was too busy learning and trying to find out more about the Stone and Algoral. He became so engrossed that he nearly jumped from the bed when a loud knocking came on his door.

 Looking up in surprise, he could not believe he had let himself drift so far from his surroundings, and become so unaware. Shaking his head at his carelessness he called out, "Come in." And reluctantly began to wrap up the scroll.

 It was Aragorn who entered the Elf's room. Legolas could tell the Man had gotten no sleep, though others would have missed the signs that were barely registerable in the ranger. He entered hurriedly, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the Elf sitting casually on his bed.

 "Have you lost all sense on your travels this evening?" Aragorn asked, his tone slightly hushed.

 "What are you talking about?" Legolas asked, standing to face his friend.

 "You are not in your human disguise, and yet you allow entry to your room without asking who knocks." Aragorn pointed out, surprised by the Elf's carelessness.

 Legolas brought his hand to his ear, only now realizing that he was indeed in Elven form, "You are right, I was careless, clearly. But I am sure you will forgive my errors when you hear of what I have found."

 Aragorn's eyes immediately lost all aggression as they flicked curiously over the scroll Legolas held. "What is it?"

 "All we could have wished, and some that I, in truth, did not wish to know. I have not the time to explain all but there is a map within this scroll that I believe will lead us to the Stone. Do you recognize this script?" Legolas asked, unrolling the scroll and showing the writing to Aragorn who studied it for a moment.

 "Nay, it is a form I have never learned," Aragorn replied.

 Legolas sighed, "Then it would do little good for you to study it on your own. We shall all have to meet tonight and I will explain its meaning, for there is not time now to do so."

 Aragorn nodded reluctantly, but filled with hope from his friend's words. A map would be more than they could have hoped for. Suddenly the Stone of Malinya seemed very close.

 "I am glad to see you were successful. We should go about our business as usual. You speak with Gimli. We'll meet at midnight in my chambers once more," Aragorn said, heading towards the door to leave his friend to prepare for the day. "And feel free to use the door this time."

 Legolas smiled, waved his friend off then locked the door behind him. He needed to change into human form immediately, before someone else knocked on his door.

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 The day passed slowly for Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas. After breakfast Legolas had taken Gimli aside for a moment and explained briefly what he had found that night. The Dwarf was as enthused as his friends, but all three of them had to act their parts for the day, and keep up appearances. There was to be no hint that they had any other business in Brelan other than an alliance of countries. Aragorn spent his day with Lord Vecery once more, trying very hard to concentrate on the matters at hand. He had a well trained mind and was able to push the thoughts of the Stone from his thoughts for the most part, but every now and then he would have a wonderful vision of a united Middle-Earth, and his mind would momentarily stray.

 As for Gimli and Legolas, they were worse off. Having no national negotiations to set straight, their minds could drift as often as they wished, and they heard little of what their hosts said to them that day. They spent most of the day with the Brelan men once more. They took part in city activities and visited 'The Happy Horseman' once more, but did and learned nothing of significance.

 Legolas grew increasingly edgy, his heart and soul itching to go off in search of the Stone, but he knew he must wait. They had spent many weeks searching already; he could wait a little longer.

 When the day was finally drawing to a close Gimli and Legolas spoke quietly, as they lingered behind the Men headed back to the Castle of Hileris.

 "I swear this has been the longest day of my near three millennia," Legolas stated, kicking a rock underfoot.

 "It has seemed slow to me as well, and I pray for the quick fall of night. Do you believe we can go tonight?" Gimli asked, not wishing to waste another day.

 "Perhaps, if we leave early enough and the location is not too far. I am eager myself, and will go alone if necessary."

 "It will not be.  And I will be going with you. As young Merry would say 'You'd have to tie me up in a sack to stop me.'" Gimli said, doing a poor Hobbit imitation which made Legolas grin.

 "Very well my friend, but I do not believe we will be able to leave Aragorn behind, so that will make us a trio." Just as he said this they reached the Castle gates. The guards nodded to them, recognizing the King's guests and immediately allowing them passage. Legolas stopped and asked the guard, "Do you know the where-abouts of Lord Elessar?"

 "Nay," the guard replied, "He and Lord Vecery went out several hours ago. But I believe they meant to return before supper."

 "Thank you," Legolas said, checking the sun's position and noting it was near time for the evening meal. He wished to speak with Aragorn as soon as possible. He knew he would have little chance with Lord Vecery about, but he decided he would still wait, just in case the chance arose.

 "You go ahead, Gimli. I wish to stay here and await Aragorn's arrival," Legolas said simply. Gimli nodded in understanding and made his way to the castle.

 Legolas stood just beyond the gates, waiting patiently for Aragorn to return. He spoke shortly with the guards on subjects of little importance, but mostly looked towards the horizon. The sun was setting earlier now that winter approached and it was nearly dark before he spotted the small contingent of guards that would undoubtedly be escorting the two Lords. They were walking at a leisurely pace and the guards at the gate had not yet spotted them in the fading light, so he pretended he couldn't as well. As he waited he began to feel that something was wrong. The air blew oddly and the feelings from the earth and rocks began to change, becoming tense. Something was going to happen.

 He walked past the guards, outside the gates, to reach Aragorn sooner and find out if he sensed it as well.

 Aragorn and Lord Vecery approached, both surrounded by guards as well as their captains, Risorine and Sorinth. The Kings spotted Legolas who was seemingly waiting for them. He turned to them as they drew nearer, but then donated all his attention to the high wall along the gate. He had seen movement, he was sure of it. Human eyes would have missed it in the failing light but he had seen at least one man, perhaps two, running hunched along the wall.

 "Salogel, what is it?" Aragorn asked, also scanning the shadows above but knowing Legolas was seeing more than he was. The Elf turned to speak but his reply suddenly became a warning.

 "Down!"

 He heard the clear twang of a bow being shot and leapt forward, knocking himself, Aragorn, and Lord Vecery to the ground. The arrow sailed above them, missing its intended target. But not all could move as quickly as an Elf, and the arrow found a new target as it landed sharply in Sorinth's shoulder. The man cried out, and wavered but showed great strength when he did not fall to the ground.

 "Everyone get down!" Sorinth ordered, clutching his arm and making his way to Lord Vecery. The King of Brelan picked himself up from beneath Legolas and crouched low among the guards.

 Legolas was the only one who could see the assailants moving along the gate wall, making a quick retreat. His body tensed and he sprang to his feet, ready to take pursuit, but was pulled back by a strong grip on his arm. He turned. It was Aragorn, holding him back and shaking his head. Now was not the time for Legolas to show off his tracking skills.

 The Elf nodded reluctantly and hoped the guards would be able to catch the attackers without his help. Still he yelled, "They are on the wall."

 Guards began to scramble about; above and below the gates, and there was soon a chase for the attackers that Legolas could no longer follow.

 "Are you hurt?" Legolas asked Lord Vecery, knowing Aragorn was well. It was clear the arrow had been meant for the King of Brelan due to its trajectory.

 "I am fine, thank-you," Lord Vecery replied, rising and dusting himself off, "You saved my life. How did you see them in this darkness?"

 "It is not fully dark and the last few rays of sun reflected off their weapons." Legolas lied swiftly, using much the same excuse as he had used on Risorine weeks before after the Warg attack.

 Lord Vecery nodded, accepting the reply, then turned to his captain, "Sorinth, you're hurt. Fetch a doctor, quickly." He ordered a guard while inspecting the arrow protruding from the captain's upper arm.

 "It can wait. We must get you both inside quickly, there may be more assassins about." Sorinth insisted, gently directing his king towards the castle gates. Legolas admired the Man's dedication to his king, and selflessness regarding his own injuries. He had come to learn it was a rare trait in Men.

 The group of kings and guards quickly made it past the protection of the gates and were nearing the castle doors. Several men ran forth, asking questions about what had happened. With them was Gimli who immediately ran towards his two friends, who thankfully appeared uninjured.

 "What happened?" Gimli asked immediately.

 "There were assassins on the gate wall. They made an attempt on Lord Vecery's life," Legolas explained hastily.

 "Was anyone hurt?" Gimli continued.

 "Only Sorinth," Aragorn replied, looking around. "He took an arrow to the shoulder. I believe they have taken him inside to treat him."

 "At least the damage was minimal. Where is Risorine though?" Gimli asked, now also looking about.

 "That is a very good question," Legolas stated. He had not noticed the man leave, wherever he had gone. But was now thinking it strange that while under attack Risorine had made no move to get nearer to Aragorn that Legolas could remember. And it was the Elf that mostly took charge of Aragorn's safety. Where had Risorine been then?

 "Perhaps he has gone in pursuit of our attackers." Aragorn offered as explanation, but was now also recalling the lack of action on his captain's part. Just then the guards that had chased after the assailants returned, without Risorine, and reported that they had been unable to catch, or follow any of the attackers.

 "So where has he gone then?" Gimli asked, perplexed by the captain's actions.

 "I do not know. But we should go inside. You two check on Sorinth while I speak with Lord Vecery. I wish to know the meaning of these attacks," Aragorn said. The Dwarf and Elf agreed and entered the castle with him, then split up.

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 Aragorn entered the great hall of the castle, unescorted for the first time. Lord Vecery was already there, shouting orders at several of his guards, demanding better security and that the assailants be caught. Aragorn waited for a few moments while order was restored and Vecery finally sent his guards on their way.

 "Lord Elessar, my deepest apologies for this attack. I have no idea how it happened, but I will find who is at fault, and who is responsible." Lord Vecery promised him, taking a weary seat on his throne.

 "There is no need for apologies, especially since I am quite sure the arrow was meant for you. I came here only to ask who you believe the criminals to be, if you have any suspects."

 "We know of no specific person, but I am almost certain it is the same group which attacked you and your escort in the woods on your way here," Lord Vecery replied.

 "What is their reasoning?" Aragorn asked curiously.

 "None that we know of. They have said before that they find our justice systems very unjust, and do not agree with the spread of wealth through the land. But this they told us years ago. In the past few months there have been more attacks, and no demands or reasons have been put forth. I wish I could give some explanation but I have none."

 "That is unfortunate. But while I stay in your city I offer all the help I can give in finding these outlaws," Aragorn said dutifully. He knew there was little any of his men could do to help in such a long standing problem but he at least had to offer.

 "Thank you Lord Elessar, but that won't be necessary. We will find these outlaws eventually." Vecery's voice held little conviction; it sounded more like wishful thinking.

 "Very well. If that is all I will take my leave for the night. I am sure you have much to attend to yourself, and I will not hinder you." Aragorn wished to return to find his friends, for Gimli, Legolas and himself would have much to speak of.

 "Of course. And give my thanks once more to your guard, Salogel. You are lucky to have him with you, he undoubtedly saved my life," Lord Vecery said, sincerely grateful.

 "I will give him your thanks, but he is not my guard. He is my friend," Aragorn said in parting.

 "Then you are even more lucky still," Lord Vecery said softly as the door closed behind the great King.

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 As Aragorn made his way back to his room, hoping to find Legolas and Gimli, he was more than surprised to find Risorine wandering the halls. He appeared to only now be returning from wherever he had disappeared to. The man was slightly out of breath but other than that looked well, and bowed when Aragorn approached.

 "Where have you been?" Aragorn asked immediately.

 "I took chase after the assassins," Risorine replied quickly.

 "The other guards returned some time ago." Aragorn pointed out, not sure why he was so skeptical.

 "I was able to follow one of them quite far, the others lost track of us. I almost had him, but he disappeared in a dense patch of woods," Risorine replied.

 Aragorn nodded, accepting the story for now, "Very well. You should turn in, it has grown late and there has been much excitement. I am retiring now as well."

 "Yes, my lord." Risorine bowed dutifully once more, then wearily made his way towards his chamber.

 Aragorn sighed, becoming more and more nervous about his captain. He had been acting far too strange. But those thoughts would have to wait for later; he needed to find his friends.

 It took him a few minutes but he eventually found them, also on their way to their rooms. They had been to see Sorinth. The doctors had successfully removed the arrow and said he should make a full recovery. Aragorn told them of what Lord Vecery had said, and also of his encounter with Risorine. They both listened, weighing the details in their own minds.

 "The web is weaving tighter it would seem. There is much chaos in Brelan," Gimli commented.

 "So much so that we had best move quickly if we wish to recover that which was lost," Legolas said.

 Aragorn raised a hand to halt any more speech from the two, "We will talk of this later. Now is not the time." Looking up and down the long hallways, the Dwarf and Elf agreed, then retired to their rooms. Gimli and Aragorn would find no sleep for several days, neither would Legolas, but he at least received several more hours to go over that which he had found in the scroll.

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 Aragorn paced in his room. He was unsure whether or not to proceed in their search for the Stone of Malinya. They had the map now, and if they were to return at a later date they could then use it to find the Stone. Brelan seemed too alert just now. Too tense. The city would soon be in turmoil, outlaws were attacking more frequently and just that evening there had been an attempt on Lord Vecery's life. But perhaps that made it the perfect time to find the Stone. With turmoil brings chaos, and they may be able to retrieve the Stone with no one's notice, and then help unite the lands with its power.

 In truth he knew not what the right thing to do was currently. Lord Vecery seemed a noble man; perhaps he could be told about the Stone and help in retrieving it. No. The man had an obvious hatred for Elves, he would not willingly help retrieve the Elven Stone, and if he did it would most likely be only to destroy it, or hide it once more. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were on their own, of this he was sure. He would have to speak with his friends, and together they could decide what was best. He realized suddenly that it must be near midnight, and knew his friends would be arriving soon.

 He stayed out on the balcony, alert and watchful. Legolas would not sneak up on him this night. He had let the Elf surprise him on too many occasions already and was going to be prepared this time.

 Aragorn stood, watching the corner and waiting for Legolas to appear. He was so focused on the next balcony that he did not hear the door silently opening behind him, and did not even know someone had entered until a map appeared before his eyes, startling him. He turned around to find Legolas holding the scroll up triumphantly, smiling.

 "You did say I should use the door. Now, are you ready to go treasure hunting?"

 "Ready and willing, but there is much to discuss first," Aragorn replied, somehow not surprised that Legolas had snuck up on him again.

 "And what is that? We have the map, supplies, and the cover of night. I can think of little else we need," Legolas said, his tone slightly defensive. He did not wish to wait any longer to find the Stone, but would if Aragorn thought it absolutely necessary.

 "I am unsure whether we should proceed tonight or not. These attacks are …." Aragorn stopped when the door began to open once more, but it was only Gimli.

 "What about these attacks?" Gimli asked, joining the two.

 "They seem to have become more bold, and frequent according to Lord Vecery. With the state of chaos Brelan is in I am not sure now is a good time to retrieve the Stone."

 "What could be a better time? We will be gone only a few hours, in the dead of night when no one will miss us. And when we return we shall bring a treasure greater than ever had in Brelan. Perhaps we can even help to create peace between the rebels and Brelans through the Stone's power," Gimli said. He was as eager as his friends to find the Stone, but less patient.

 "I had not thought of that. My mind has focussed mainly on reuniting the races of Middle Earth, not the factions of a country. But I suppose the outcome is the same. There would be peace, which is great motivation to set out tonight." Aragorn admitted, pleased he had come to a decision with his friends as to their course of action.

 "Legolas, explain this map if you will," Aragorn requested, indicating the scroll the smiling Elf held.

 "Of course. According to it the Stone lay somewhere beyond the boundaries of Miscalanth. This is the Elvish symbol of Malinya, where I believe the Stone to be hidden," Legolas explained.

 "A logical assumption. Do you believe we know Brelan well enough to make our way to this location?" Gimli asked, studying the map and seeing few recognizable landmarks.

 "I am unsure but we must try. There is an entry written about the map, by an Elven archivist. According to him, 'This will be the only account of the Stone's location, but even this is useless without the alliance of the races.' I am unsure what this means," Legolas admitted.

 "What an odd thing to write. If this map leads to the Stone why would only the alliance of the races make it retrievable?" Gimli pondered aloud what they were all thinking.

 "We shall have to find out when we get there. Perhaps there will be a clue wherever the Stone lies. Now I believe it has grown sufficiently late, and we must be off." Aragorn urged them, and they eagerly agreed.

 Though Legolas had escaped the castle by scaling the walls they agreed that was not a sound choice of action for the three of them to follow. Instead they took a chance and quietly crept through the castle, melting into shadows and walking with silent feet. When they reached the lower levels of the castle they escaped through a low set window, knowing the door would be too loud and noticeable. They were now outside, near the castle's back entrance which was not as heavily guarded. But the few guards that did stay here were on full alert after the attack on their king and the trio did not think they would be able to sneak by them all.

 They decided force would be necessary. Very silently Legolas crept up the wall and knocked out the two men on watch. Down below Aragorn and Gimli were doing the same to the foot soldiers. They were careful not to be seen so later the attack would most likely be credited to the rebels, and they did not do any lasting harm to any of the guards.

 "We should get the horses," Aragorn suggested, and Legolas agreed. Gimli grumbled under his breath at the suggestion but did not voice any complaints because he knew it would be faster to take their steeds. They quickly made it to the stables and mounted, Gimli with Legolas and Aragorn leading the way. Jarinel neighed softly, thrilled to see Legolas. Though the Elf had come to see him everyday with sweets and exercised him, this was the first time they had truly set out since arriving in Miscalanth. They made sure they had all they needed then set off quickly into the night, silent whispers on the wind's wings.

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 Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli soon reached the Hall of Records, where the map had been kept. This was one of the few locations still standing in Brelan that was on the ancient map, so they decided to use it as their starting off point.

 Legolas held up the map, his elven eyesight making it possible to see even in the barest of moonlight, "We must ride north, for what appears to be near twenty miles. I do not recognize many of these places but the landscape may become clearer as we ride."

 "Very well then. Lead the way my friend," Aragorn prompted him.

 Kicking his heels lightly to speed Jarinel on, Legolas led the way out of the city and into the dark of night. They had to ride through the city slower than they wished for they could not chance waking people in their homes, or possibly being followed, so needed silence. The moon was at only half its light but Legolas could still see clearly and found them passage through the city as swiftly as possible. Near an hour passed by the time they reached the wilderness surrounding Miscalanth. They continued north at full speed, covering much ground, but were shortly forced to stop and search for any landmarks that could date back thousands of years.

 "Over here, I believe I saw this on our map," Gimli called, pointing to a familiar rock formation. "The years have changed their shape slightly but I am sure this is the same outcropping on the map. And if there's anything I know it is rocks and stone."

 "Yes, you are correct Gimli. It is good that you spotted this. We can ride another ten miles east without stopping now," Legolas commented, studying the map and then tucking it safely away. Suddenly his senses perked, and his body went on full alert. A half second later Aragorn and Gimli did the same, and they all looked about themselves suspiciously.

 "I assume you both heard that," Aragorn asked needlessly, scanning the woods for any sign of the cause of their alert status. It had been the sound of leaves crunching underfoot. Then it happened again; louder than before.

 "There," Legolas said, indicating a patch of bushes as the source of the crunching. He slowly lifted his bow and drew out an arrow, taking aim for the bush and then letting it loose. He purposely shot wide, not wanting to hit whoever or whatever it was just yet, only wishing to draw it out from hiding. The three friends stood waiting tensely, anticipating some kind of reaction.

 "Perhaps it was the wind," Gimli suggested, thinking they had all become paranoid due to their frequent running about, and secret agendas they had been playing out.

 "It was not the wind," Legolas said, leaving no room for argument. Beside him Aragorn nodded. The man was about to suggest another shot when a great whinnying sounded from behind them. They all turned to see Jarinel go up on his back legs, clearly upset. Legolas moved to him, intent on calming the beast when their watchers decided to attack.

 Wargs. Half a dozen only, yet surprise had been on their side as they had been amazingly quiet in their approach. But in truth they had not needed to approach at all. The three friends had unknowingly ridden directly into their hunting grounds, and the Wargs had only to be silent and watch for the perfect moment for attack, which had come.

 The beasts attacked with great speed and the friends rushed to defend themselves. Aragorn withdrew his sword and with practiced ease sliced at the neck of the nearest beast as it leapt into the air, causing it to fall back lifelessly to the ground. He turned as another leapt at him and easily side-stepped it as well. It came back around once more and leapt again, aiming for Aragorn's neck. The man drove his sword out and impaled the Warg, easily winning the battle.

 Gimli hefted his axe high and brought it down mightily against the back of the first Warg to draw near. Grim satisfaction filled him as he gained some vengeance on the beasts for their attack against the company much earlier in their journey. Another Warg drew near and this time he struck from the side, knocking it dead to the ground. No more beasts attacked and the dwarf turned to see that Aragorn had finished off his opponents as well. Then the man's face changed from relief to terror as he saw something behind Gimli. The dwarf turned to see what it could be and shouted, "Legolas!" but it was too late.

 The wargs came in too fast and close for his bow to be any good so Legolas immediately withdrew his hunting knives. The first warg came directly at him, not much of a strategy really, and was quickly dispatched with a quick swipe at its throat. Legolas did not watch as it dropped to the ground though, as he heard Jarinel neigh behind him once more. Turning quickly he saw another warg running straight for the defenceless horse.

 Like lightning Legolas sheathed one of his knives then somersaulted beneath the horse's rearing back hooves. He unfurled and attacked the approaching warg, catching the beast's underbelly with his knife as it leapt. But the elf's concern for his dear animal friend had kept him from being cautious and alert to his surroundings. Even before he could withdraw the knife from the belly of the warg another one leapt on top of him, having come straight from a nearby bush. They rolled once with Legolas losing his knife and ending up on the bottom. His head impacted roughly against a stone but he kept enough of his wits to bring forth his hands, which curled around the throat of the large beast, keeping its snapping jaws from ripping out his throat.

 Dimly, Legolas heard his name being called from behind him in a warning that came too late. He was able to keep back the jaws of the warg, but its claws were beginning to dig deeply into his sides. Tightening his grip on the warg with his left hand he held back the animal as his right hand searched the ground for his knife. Just as the jaws started to come closer, and the foul stench of the warg's breath polluted his air, Legolas's hand grabbed a hold of his knife, which he quickly brought down into the warg's side. The beast growled and leapt off of him, knife still in its back as it recoiled from the attack. It was dying, but decided its last act would be one of vengeance and leapt towards Legolas once more. The elf began to roll to get away but it was unnecessary as two great back legs kicked at the warg in mid-air, sending it sprawling into a nearby tree where it soon died.

 Jarinel neighed in victory, proud of defeating the warg, then bent down his nose and poked Legolas lightly in the head; his way of asking if the elf was all right.

 "Thank you my friend, I am fine," Legolas said sincerely as he petted the horse's muzzle. Aragorn and Gimli soon approached, their run becoming a jog as they saw that Legolas had once more taken care of himself and they were no longer needed.

 "Are you well Legolas?" Aragorn asked immediately. Normally he could tell easily but there was hardly any light and the only reason he had even seen the elf in trouble was by his weak silhouette against the moon, for he did not even glow as the Mist of Concealment had yet to wear off.

 "I am fine," Legolas said as he rose to his feet. His head immediately throbbed in protest and he was forced to lean against Jarinel as the dimly lit world spun around him. When the dizziness passed he looked up to see Gimli and Aragorn giving him sceptical, yet concerned looks. "I may have bumped my head." He admitted, quietly and casually.

 Aragorn sighed and approached, feeling the back of the elf's head for blood. There was none, thankfully, but there was a fine lump forming. "You should be all right. I am forced to wonder if these wargs were not a sign that we should head back. Have another attempt at the Stone at a later time."

 Legolas did not agree in this and said so, "Aragorn, the city is breaking into turmoil, and we all know that if we do not act tonight we will not have another chance for possibly many months. We could never sneak out of the castle again as we did this night."

 "I agree with Legolas. We should continue on tonight. We are all well, apart from Legolas's skull which is near impossible to fracture. Sometimes I believe he has a head made of mithril, and the brains to match," Gimli commented, trying to lighten the mood and Aragorn's doubts.

 "A head and brain worth ten times more than your own, Gimli. It seems a fair description," Legolas replied, taking the jest in stride. If Gimli joked with him there was no way they had noticed his other injuries, and he expected to keep it that way. His head ached but it was not nearly as bad as the long slashes running down his sides from where the warg's claws had dug in. The dark of night would keep his friends from noticing the blood and by the time they did notice he would most likely be healed anyway.

 "Let's be on our way, we only have so many hours of darkness to help us," Aragorn said, mounting his horse.

 Legolas helped Gimli onto Jarinel's back and then jumped up himself. The horse made a sudden sound of protest, throwing its head back in the air as it did so. His friends may not have noticed Legolas's wounds, but his horse surely did.

 "Calm down my friend, the wargs are gone," Legolas said softly, calming and reassuring the beast with a touch of his hand. Aragorn and Gimli were easily fooled by Legolas's cover-up of the horse's actions and dismissed them immediately.

 "Let us now try to move with more caution my friends. Which way do we ride Legolas?" Aragorn asked.

 The elf studied the map for only a moment and pointed east, "That way." Aragorn nodded and they were on their way once more.

 As they rode Legolas was sure to wrap his cloak tightly around himself to keep Gimli from noticing the blood on his tunic. Jarinel made another sound of protest but Legolas quickly quieted him once more.

 The group sped away, eager to leave the valley of wargs behind them. None of them saw the owner of the dark eyes that watched them as they left.

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 "This is it," Legolas announced, stopping Jarinel and dismounting in one fluid motion. They had ridden for nearly an hour, stopping only to check the map several times, and they had finally reached their destination.

 "This is what?" Gimli asked, jumping off the horse with little grace but much relief.

 "Where the map ends," Legolas explained grimly. The sight before them was not one they had expected. It was a patch of forest, not unlike the miles of woods around it. There was a small valley with a stream running nearby, within a thick patch of trees, and large boulders riddled the landscape in front of a high hill, but beyond that there was nothing.

 "I suppose we should not have assumed the Stone would be lying out in the open after all these years. We shall have to search for it. But at least we know the general location now, which is more than anyone has known in the last six millennia," Aragorn said, but his voice still held a hint of disappointment. If they could not find the Stone within the next few hours they would have to turn back empty-handed.

 "We can still look. It may simply be buried, or hidden in a tree," Gimli suggested. Looking about it seemed possible, there were a variety of places that the Stone may have been hidden and never found, simply because it was never looked for. There was also the possibility that the Stone was indeed buried; a theory which gave them little hope of ever finding it. Still, the friends spread out and began to search through tree and under rock.

 As Legolas walked by a group of boulders settled near the water he happened to run his hand along the rock-face. He then stopped as a great flood of warmth and an unexplained joy passed through him. For long minutes he marvelled at the rock, wondering what could cause such a feeling. It was then he remembered something he himself had said only several weeks before:

 "Some say it instils great warmth in the heart of Elves and others say that a great wave of joy passes through the person and some say both."

 He smiled then and called out, "Aragorn, Gimli, I believe I have found something!" never removing his hand from the rock.

 His friends found him easily enough, seeing him in the moonlight and raced over to hear what he had found.

 "What is it?" Gimli asked as they neared.

 Legolas turned to them, smiling, "The Stone is near. I can feel its presence. I believe it lies somewhere behind this rock-face."

 "And how would it get back there?" Gimli asked sceptically, noting the great size of the boulder and knowing it could not be moved, and most likely never had been. The rock-face was built into the side of a rather large hill that rose suddenly. Legolas clearly seemed to believe the Stone of Malinya lay somewhere behind, but how that could be they could not guess.

 "It seems that is the riddle we must answer to find it," Aragorn replied, having complete faith in Legolas's senses and believing the Stone to be nearby.

 Legolas reluctantly moved his hand away from the rocks, ending the stream of warmth and joy, and pulled the map from his belt. He read the words written underneath once more:

 "'This will be the only account of the Stone's location, but even this is useless without the alliance of the races."

 He read this aloud, giving his companions a chance to think over the strange words as well.

 "It is at least clear to me that if there is an entrance we must find it together." Aragorn pointed out and the others had to agree. So together they searched along the large boulders, looking for any sign of an entrance.

 Aragorn brushed his hand over a patch of moss and was surprised to find an indent in the rock underneath. An indent which perfectly fit the shape of a man's hand.

 "What's this?" He asked, brushing the moss away. By the time Legolas and Gimli turned to see what he had found Aragorn had brushed away most of the moss. Underneath they were surprised to find not just one, but three different sets of imprints set into the hard stone. The first two sets were large and set at chest height with Aragorn, with the first set having slightly longer fingers than the second. The third handprint was smaller and set lower in the rock-face, obviously for someone of smaller stature.

 "'The Alliance of Races', Elves, Men and Dwarves," Legolas whispered, intrigued.

 "It would seem we have found what we were looking for," Aragorn said, tracing the outline of the 'man's' hand with his fingertips.

 "If it is an entrance then what are we waiting for? Put your hands in the damn things." Gimli ordered, not waiting for the others and pushing his smaller hand into the lower imprint. Legolas and Aragorn smiled and did the same, slowly fitting their fingers into the rock impressions.

 At first nothing happened, Legolas did not even feel the wave of joy and warmth he had earlier, but then it changed. The rock seemed to come alive and the stone beneath their fingertips glowed, but did not grow hot. A strange buzzing filled the air and when it was gone so was the rock. From beneath their very fingers the stone disappeared, revealing a doorway that was only just wide and high enough to walk through.

 The three friends stepped back, shocked. After a moment they stepped closer and peered inside; there was a hall, seemingly short, leading into the ground.

 "We have almost found the lost Stone of Malinya; shall we take a few more steps and make it true?" Legolas asked, his joy unending as it was fuelled by their discovery and the emotions pouring from the Stone itself.

 "We shall. And we will do it together, for it took all of us to find it. I do not wish to taint this moment with heavy words but the sun will rise soon. We must move quickly," Aragorn said.

 "Let's go then. Time waits for no Man, Dwarf, or Elf." Gimli added, pushing forward and taking the lead into the doorway.

 Aragorn and Legolas followed shortly behind. When they entered they found that what they had first thought to be a hallway was actually a great room. The floor was smooth and cool, as were the walls and they seemed to lightly glow. Near the far side of the room the ceiling sloped down suddenly and abruptly hit the floor.

 "This is a strange structure indeed." No sooner had the words left Legolas's mouth than the door behind them suddenly appeared once more, trapping them inside. They turned, shocked, but relaxed when they saw that the three handprints now appeared on the opposite side. It seemed leaving would be as simple as entering had been. Once the door closed the walls glowed even brighter, now fully illuminating the room. There was nothing more to see than before, but now they could at least see each other.

 Legolas quickly wrapped his cloak around himself once more. The cuts along his side were now almost healed but there was still blood on his tunic, and he did not wish to worry his friends or receive a lecture about not hiding injuries.

 "It would seem we have come to a dead end. I know not where to go from here," Aragorn admitted, looking over the room. The only doorway appeared to be the one they had just come from; he could see no other entrances or exits.

 Legolas looked the room over and moved to the far wall, where the structure sloped abruptly. He traced his foot carefully over the floor and then knelt to look closer.

 "There are cracks here in the stone," He announced, tracing the square to show its location, "There must be a switch to open it somehow."

 "Maybe it's this," Gimli said, pointing towards a rune engraved into the wall. Legolas looked up and immediately recognized it as the symbol of Malinya, but before he could say anything Gimli touched the rune.

 Aragorn nearly lost his balance as the stone square he had been standing on creaked and then began to move. He recovered quickly and the friends watched as the rock retracted into the wall revealing a set of stone stairs.

 "How odd, Elves do not usually build structures that lead underground," Aragorn commented, after regaining his balance and glaring at Gimli for having touched the symbol.

 "They will if forced to secrecy or hiding," Legolas commented then began to lead the way down the steps.

 This time they did find themselves in a corridor but it was short and they walked for only a few moments before coming to the next room. This room was small and plain, but good things come in small packages as they say, for on an altar in the center of the room sat the Stone of Malinya.

 It was a perfectly round sphere that sat motionless on its podium. Within it there was a light that glowed as no other light did, it was as if someone had trapped a rainbow inside it and then forced it to glow a thousand times more beautiful than before. It was no color and every color at the same time, burning so beautifully it put the moon to shame. How anyone could lock away something so beautiful for so many millennia was something the friends could not understand.

 Finally their quest was ended; they had found that which could reunite the races. It was more beautiful than they had imagined, and finally understood how its creator could possibly rival the beauty of Galadriel. In these few moments, it all became worth it. The secrecy, deception, attacks, surprises and late night meetings seemed a small price to pay for something of such beauty and importance.

 "The Stone of Malinya," Gimli whispered in awe. The three stood silent for a long time, appreciating the beauty of the Stone and respecting its power. The Stone seemed to cast a spell on the friends, but finally they broke free and remembered their task.

 "I am pleased beyond words to at last find Malinya's Stone," Aragorn said, stepping forward, "Myth becomes truth once more it seems, only this great power shall be used for good, to unite Middle-Earth. Long it has waited to be looked upon once more but alas, I must now hide it away again and keep it secret as we pass through this land. I do not know if I can bear to turn it from my eyes."

 "You have the strength, and long will you be able to gaze upon it when you are back in your own country. For now we must hide it, and we also must go. The night has grown late, so late that we have in fact entered the early morn," Legolas announced. It was not a joyful thing for them to leave, but the elf could not hold back the joy that the Stone had created in his being and this reflected in his voice.

 Aragorn nodded and picked up the Stone, finding it lighter than he had expected and able to fit snugly in his two closed palms. With no more words he wrapped it in a cloth and tucked it away in his bag. Then the three turned and left the chamber, moved back up the staircase and left the room behind, never to return.

 "It shall be a great day in Gondor when I return with this high above my head to reunite the lands and bring joy and peace back to the races," Aragorn said, his mind wandering as they all stepped forward and once more placed their hands in the imprints to open the door.

 As they walked Legolas felt the joy of their accomplishment as well as the emotions from the Stone and couldn't help but smile broadly. But this joy quickly faded as the door to the cavern opened once more, revealing the outside world.

 As the three friends stepped through the doorway they found themselves face to face with a dozen arrow tips. Well over twenty men stood before them, some with bows drawn and notched, and others with swords. They seemed ready and willing to shoot, and not the least bit surprised that a Man, Dwarf, and Elf had just walked out of the side of a rock-face. They seemed familiar to the three companions somehow, though they could place a name to none.

 Aragorn had a sinking feeling that they had just run into the rebels responsible for the recent string of attacks on themselves and Lord Vecery.

 The company stood shocked for a moment then began to reach for their weapons, hoping they wouldn't have to use them. They had fought their way through worse situations before but usually against Orcs and Goblins, not against Men. Suddenly a voice rang out from behind the men.

 "I wouldn't do that Lord Elessar. It could prove to be the death of you. And I most certainly don't want that."

 Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli turned in the direction the voice had come from to see its owner step forward.

 "Risorine?"