Awwwwwww, you guys!!!!!!!!! You guys are the best! I would rather have a few wonderful readers like yourselves than a whole bunch! I just really hope that the end lives up to everyone's expectations! I had the whole thing done, but then I reread the ending and thought, "This is so stupid." So I went back and changed it. I hope it's good! My sister liked it, but then again, she's only 10 and probably wouldn't say anything to really upset me :)

Miss Attitude--Thanks! I am really glad you like it! :)

Youko-Kali--Thank you so much! Hee, hee. Yes, you must encourage the author :D Lol, it's kinda funny that you put "pets Sireen", because that is actually the name of my beloved kitty cat :)

Sirnonenath--Lol! You'll just have to read the end to see if "Haldir" gets what he deserves. Yes, Aragorn was in Rohan. See, Legolas was all ready traveling there, and he passed out not that far from it, maybe two hours or so travel by horse. Then Eomer and a friend of his--they were out riding for some reason or another--found him unconscious. Eomer sent his friend back ahead to tell Aragorn, and Eomer took Legolas back himself. :) It's all right; I sometimes succeed in confusing people! Thanks! :)

Morning sunlight streaming through the open windows awoke Aragorn the next day. Startled that he had fallen asleep, and for so long, the man sat up quickly and eyed the elf on the bed. It appeared Legolas had not moved the whole night, let alone awakened. Aragorn stood and stretched, wincing at his cramped muscles. Deciding that Legolas would be all right unattended for several minutes, Aragorn walked out into the hallway. He ran into Eomer and Eowyn, and the three started talking.

A moment later, cries drew their attentions. All three stopped abruptly and spun to look down the hallway. "That is coming from Legolas's room," Aragorn told them worriedly. They raced to the healing room. Flinging open the door, Aragorn continued over to the elf's side. Legolas was rolling and muttering incomprehensive words.

Aragorn leaned closer, struggling to understand him. Eomer went on the other side of the bed to help restrain him. Eowyn stood at the foot of the bed, unsure of what to do.

"What is wrong with him?" she cried, throwing a glance at Aragorn.

"He...it sounds as if he is having a nightmare," he guessed helplessly as he fought to hold Legolas still. The elf was too strong, though. "Legolas! Legolas, wake up!" he nearly shouted.

Then Aragorn gripped both of Legolas's shoulders and lowered his face a few inches from the elf's. "Legolas! Legolas, you need to wake up, now." Aragorn actually shook him a couple times, hoping it would rouse him.

All of a sudden, the elf jolted upright. His midnight eyes were round, darkened, and wild as he clawed to try and free himself. A tremor ran down Aragorn's spine as those eyes bore into his. He knew something was horribly wrong.

"Legolas. Calm down, my friend. You are all right." Aragorn spoke in Elvish, hoping to soothe the distraught elf.

Suddenly, Legolas blinked, and his face became strangely blank. Eomer and Eowyn held their breaths as they waited for him to say something.

"Legolas?" Aragorn said in a low voice.

"Estel," he replied with a voice tinted in awe.

Aragorn's frown deepened. Before he could go on, Legolas spoke again. "But you are dead."

Aragorn blinked. The brother and sister of Rohan gave Legolas incredulous looks. "What?" Aragorn breathed.

"I saw you...cut down..." Legolas stopped. His chest started heaving up and down. A roaring sound built up in his ears until Legolas could barely hear. He clutched his head as one tear slipped down his pale cheek from the excruciating pain. "So much blood," he murmured, but the three heard him well. Legolas whimpered and squirmed in discomfort. Curtly he stilled. Legolas's head shot up to meet Aragorn's gaze again.

Aragorn inhaled as Legolas's eyes seemed to look right through him. But they were not blue; they were darkened until they were almost black in color.

"Leave me be," the elf moaned, clutching his temples with both hands now. "Have you not tortured me enough? Be gone!'

"Legolas?" Aragorn felt cold.

"The rest of the Fellowship shall fall," he whispered before collapsing forward into Aragorn's chest.

The three froze as the meaning of Legolas's words hit them. Absolutely stunned, Aragorn looked up at Eomer and Eowyn. But neither held any answers.

"I need to take him to my father."

It has only been five minutes since Legolas slipped back into unconsciousness. Aragorn had placed the elf back against the pillow, and then he had moved to the other side of the room. Eomer and Eowyn followed. Now, they were sitting side by side on another cot while Aragorn paced back and forth in front of them. His hands were clasped behind him tightly, and his head was bent downward.

"He will know what to do."

"Do you think Legolas is well enough to make the journey?" Eomer asked.

"That is the problem. There is nothing physically wrong with him, that I can see." Aragorn sounded agitated at his lack of knowledge.

"But what if..." Eowyn trailed off, unsure of how to word it inoffensively. Eomer glanced at her. "Well, when he wakes up again, what if he is still...not himself?"

"Well, I can mix up a drug that will make him sleep. It is supposed to put that person into a deep sleep, so he should not be able to dream until its influences. I will just force some into him if need be."

"Will you need some assistance?"

"That will not be necessary. But I thank you, my friends, for your hospitality and help."

"It was our pleasure," Eowyn murmured graciously.

"I am afraid I will be cutting my visit short, though. I should start out now, so I will have almost a full day's travel."

"What will you do at night?" Eowyn inquired.

"I know the roads well enough; I will just keep going. I need to get there as quickly as possible." With those words, Aragorn stopped pacing.

"I will see that your horses are prepared," Eomer announced, standing up and walking out.

"And I will pack you some food for the journey," Eowyn said as she also left.

"Do not worry, my friend. I will figure out what is wrong. You will be cured." Aragorn rested a hand on the blonde's forehead.

Within the next half hour, the two set out. Legolas's ever-faithful horse galloped beside Aragorn's horse. Legolas was set in front of Aragorn.

And so they left for Imladris.

The two friends rode for a whole day and night without stopping much. Legolas actually woke a few times. The elf had been mostly disoriented but was normal, to Aragorn's relief. He had coaxed the blonde to eat a few bites of bread. After that, though, Legolas refused anything else.

Each time Legolas awoke, he seemed to not entirely remember what had transpired. And Aragorn did not push him, knowing it would do not good to do so. The morning of the second day Aragorn finally decided the horses probably needed a longer break before going another whole day.

Aragorn propped Legolas against an old tree's trunk, knowing that is where his friend would have chosen to sit. The Mirkwood prince muttered some words, and his eyes opened a crack. That was something else the man could not figure out. Elves only slept with their eyes closed it they were healing. So what was he healing from?

Aragorn kneeled next to Legolas. "How do you feel, my friend?"

"Mmmm," he moaned.

Aragorn began to ask if Legolas was hungry, but, before he got the chance to, two figures jumped down out of the trees. The ranger shot to his feet and drew his sword, prepared to protect his friend.

"Peace, Brother. Tis only us." Elladan walked forward, holding his hands out, palms open and upward in a nonthreatening manner. His identical twin brother Elrohir stood beside him.

"What are you two doing out here?" Aragorn inquired. Inside he was greatly relieved. His sword was placed back in its sheath.

"We are glad to see you, too." Elrohir smiled at Aragorn before looking passed him at the barely awake Legolas. "What happened?"

Aragorn told them everything he knew about the situation. The twins had moved over to their old friend and sat on either side of him.

"Strange, indeed," Elladan commented when Aragorn was finished. "Father sent up to Rohan in search of you and hopefully Legolas. You see, Legolas was supposed to travel to Imladris with Glorfindel by Thranduil's orders. They were to deliver a letter which, among other things, voiced the king's concerns over his son's strange behaviors as of late."

"What happened to Glorfindel?"

"He told Father that Legolas knocked him out with a branch," Elrohir informed Aragorn with a side-way glance to the now fully awake prince.

Aragorn stared at his friend in surprise. Crimson flooded the blonde's cheeks and ears. "I had no choice. Or, I thought I did. I needed to find you," he defended himself in a voice so low that Aragorn had to lean closer to hear him.

"Legolas, dearest friend, can you tell us what happened?" Elladan inquired.

"Where shall I begin?" Legolas questioned bitterly.

The three brothers exchanged looks. "Why do you not tell us how you came to be unconscious?" Aragorn suggested gently.

Legolas sighed. 'I might as well just tell them. I am tired of lying; I am tired of pretending everything is fine; I am tired of doing this alone. I refuse to play your game anymore, Haldir!' "I passed out."

"From...?" The twins looked at him in puzzlement. Aragorn, though, understood what he meant exactly.

"Exhaustion."

"What?" The twins blinked. An elf passing out from exhaustion was practically unheard of. Elladan started to ask something else, but Aragorn stopped him.

"Why do you not just wait until we have Father with us before explaining what occurred? That way, you will only have to say it once."

"Thank you," Legolas whispered.

Aragorn nodded. "Now, come; we need to hurry there."

Now that Legolas was fully awake and aware, he knew he had no chance of sleeping peacefully. 'Please, do not visit me, Haldir,' he begged in his mind.

The four rode on. They traveled the whole way to Imladris with no problems, much to Legolas's surprise. Even so, he knew the Lorien elf would return before the whole ordeal was over.

When they rode up to the House of Elrond, all four were shocked to see Elrond was not their only greeter. Beside him stood not only Thranduil, but Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel, and Gandalf the White.