Ok all, no killing' me now. I am back to give you this 6-7 page chapter. I would make it longer, but the excitement from watching the extended version of TTT has jumped me up a notch and I would not do very good. Funny that way, when I am sad or too hyper chapters turn out crumby.

And for those of you who do not yet have your TTT extended versions. Hehe. Your in for a treat!!! Great movie!!!!!

There are a lot more parts revolved around Aragorn and his heritage. J And this cute part that reminds me of Cassia's stories.

Has to do with the lines:

"You need to rest! You will be no good to us half dead."

Hehe. I want to watch it again!!!!! Oh well. I will stop buggin' you all now. And answer reviews and all that fun stuff.

Thanks you al sooooo very much!!!!! Hannon lle!

Well Star-stallion you will see what they are in a page or two. So keep reading. J Hope you like what type of creature/race it is. And I did not think you would have shot me. At least I hoped not. And my dog, in normal people years is 15 or 16. We do not really know because when we got him no one told us how old he was. So we just guessed. J Thanks for the review!

Hehe. You know me too well Linwen. And sorry, I just could not help it. Besides, what might be a cliff-hanger to one person, might not be to another. I call all chapter ends cliff hangers. But that is just me. Hannon lle mellon nin.

Hope your flight was good, Lady Laswen. And yes, I love dogs too!!!!!! I practically scream whenever I see one and my mom and dad almost wreck because they think it is a squirrel or something. Same thing for horses. J And I hope you had/have fun with your aunt. Thanks for the wonderful review.

I like that name Shortie- 1318. Hope I spelled it right. I am dyslexic so the numbers might be a bit twisted round. But I think I got it. Yay! And I do not plan to abandon it anytime soon. Thanks!!!!!!!

Hikueru, Same goes for your name as 'Shortie' up there. Tell me if I spelt it wrong. And I try my best to make longer chapters. But as it has been explained, I am no Cassia, Sio, or Nili. And I am definitely no Tolkien. So chapters are short and I try to make them as long as I can. Hope that is alright. I try to post fast. And I have to agree whole heartedly, Legolas and Aragorn do rock!!!!!! And I am glad u like how I portray their friendship. J I try. Namarie! And please keep reading!

Thanks Ymmas Sirron! Sheesh! I am dyslexic!!! I though you said "Who are our treacherous little flowers?" [shakes head] I need help mega bad. Anyway, Here is more! Hope you enjoy. And you will know who are followers are soon enough. [evil grin]

Leggylover03, well I will not say much. Except that Elrond might not appear in this story. Well maybe once. But, nobody knows, not even I know. That is scary. And here is the update you hoped for. J Enjoy! Thanks for reviewing, and I am still awaiting more of "Never Tell". [looks impatiently]

Ok, here you are. More story. Have fun!!!!!!

Chapter 3

Legolas smiled with pleasure as his friend hobbled closer to the merrily crackling fire between them.
The man was carrying a few pieces of wood that he had broken off of things to start the little blaze.

"Tula, hama neva I'naur." the elf prince's smile broadend when the man looked up wearily. Sweat coating his forehead and hair, and from the neck to mid chest.

" Mani naur?" Aragorn asked gritting his teeth and leaning down to place the small pieces of dark Mirkwood wood in the fire.

" What fire?!" the prince laughed softly at his friend's stubbornness. "That is more than enough Estel. We have not had a fire this grand in a long while. Now come enjoy it with me."

A cold wind blew through a crack in the cave wall. It made Estel shiver, but he refused to rub his arms for warmth or even show the prince that he was indeed cold.

The sweat on his work-heated body was beginning to cool and leaving him freezing. But he did not let anyone else notice.

Legolas glanced at his friend and smiled compassionately.

"Estel. Tula sinome!" the elf patted the seat next to himself.

Knowing that the fire would last at least a little while, and he did need some rest, Aragorn staggered over to the other side and let himself lightly fall next to his elven friend.

He shivered openly as the warmth broke through the covering of ice that seemed to lay over his thin frame.

"H-hannon l-lle m-mello-n nin."

The elf prince nodded, wrapping his arm round Aragorn, and giving off some of his own warmth.

"You are very welcome."

Silence ensued between the two friends and not much was said the rest of the time. Both were so tired of the cavern that they could shriek. Of course, they did not. But merely kept their feeling on the inside.

Each moment, Legolas felt a gentle pressure against his side. He looked over to see that the young man had fallen asleep against his arm.

Aragorn's dark unruly hair got in his face, and the firelight seemed to play with the dark raven color.

In the light, Legolas saw, truly for the first time how pale and emaciated the young man was. He was not horrible, but even as Estel leaned against him, he felt a slight rumble come from the man's body.

He felt almost unbearably sorry for the younger one.

"I am sorry mellon nin." he whispered to the sleeping one.

Aragorn did not stir, his breathing only continued and his slight frame moved lightly with each breath.

Legolas could not help but smile. He rested his paler head on that of his friends, but he did not let consciousness leave him.

He kept his senses alert as he watched the firelight spill upon the cavern walls.

His mind wandered to the days events before.

They had been quite interesting. He remembered each and every picture that came into his weary mind.

But the one that stuck with him the most was the two young elves trapped, their lifeless bodies crushed to death beneath the gigantic dwarven table.

Before they had most likely been servants, and had only been doing what they were told.

He hated to think of how they had died, unsuspecting, alone and afraid.

"Legolas?"

The whisper brought him back and he looked down at the panicked human.

Though Aragorn was still asleep, his dreams were terrorizing him. Sweat glistened and fell from his body and he shivered as another cool wind blustered through the cracks and caught him unaware.

The elven prince only watched a moment.

He did not pity the human for his weakness, he simply knew what it was like to be alone, in the darkness. He knew how it was to be afraid, he knew how it felt to be cold in a evil darkened world.

He knew well, those were all the feelings that had plagued him the night that the elven warrior's had found him. Sobbing beneath a tree, his mother's beautiful golden hair clenched tight in his small pale fists.

"Legolas?" the cry was a bit louder this time. Fear pitted in it's depths.

"Shhh. Uuma dela, I'm here." the elf brushed a strand of hair from the man's pale face and smiled. "I am here Estel. Fear not!"

At the sound of his friends voice, the man calmed visibly and smiled, his mind edging back into a deep and carefree sleep.

A chill went through Legolas's spine and the feeling of cold steel bit up against his pale neck.

"Nadohuanrim, arise!" a voice hissed behind him.

He straightened visibly and Aragorn fell against him once again. Oblivious to the danger surrounding them.

Legolas did not comply, but sat still, his eyes shooting about the darkness.

"Sii!"

At this command, the elven prince slowly used his hands and rose unsteadily to his feet.

"Sac sen sii!"

All at once, five figures came from the darkness. Three of them had darker hair, such as most of Legolas's people. But one had pale blonde such as his own, and the other had golden blonde.

The pale blonde elf walked over to Aragorn and roughly began searching him. Pulling off one knife that lay hidden him his torn right boot.

The others searched the prince, but they were none too careful. They ripped and tore at his disheveled Mirkwood warrior outfit and took any sharp objects he had.

"Who are you?" he asked surprise flowing off every word he spoke. He had never seen any of these strange elves before. He was sure of it.

Yet they seemed so sure of what they were doing.

Legolas's hands were bound in front of him, and so were his feet., he would have fallen over if not for one of the black haired elves.

"No talking." another elf appeared from behind him. This one was much different than all the others.

He wore deep blue outfit that seemed to be that of a captain's. He had red hair and dark foreboding eyes.

"Please, I-"

"No Talking!"

The red haired elf brought his hand swiftly across the prince's unguarded face.

Legolas winced as he felt blood drip from the side of his lip and down his fair face.

"Only speak when spoken too." the captain spoke in strong and rough words, not in the voice of an elf.

The prince's eyes wandered to his ears. They were pointed just like the rest. Yet, he seemed so different.

His silver-blue eyes wandered to Estel. The strange, blonde elf was doing just the same as they had to Legolas. Minus the slapping.

He did not have to slap Aragorn, the man was still asleep and did not seem to be anywhere near waking. And for that, Legolas was indeed grateful.

The red haired elf, or at least that is what Legolas hoped he was, eyed the prince and then looked to the man that was laying on the cold ground. The only way of knowing he was alive was his breathing.

"Is the dart still in him?" he asked softly, walking towards the man.

The elf prince watched in horror as the blonde nodded, the leader elf knelt down near Aragorn's thigh. His fingers brushed the young man's muscular leg, and stopped, Legolas struggled to see what he was grabbing hold of.

It was a small black and silver pin that, by the looks of things, had been shot into the man's leg.

The elf pulled the pin out quickly, Aragorn whimpered, but did not stir. He merely lay still and only breathed.

"That should keep him out for a few days." the captain stated casually, placing the pin in a small wallet type thing. "Bind him!"

At once the blonde elf came forward and began to wrap the elven rope around Estel's arms and legs.

The red haired elf walked towards the elf prince and smiled smugly.

"My name my dear eldar, is Donolea. But you can call me sir."

Legolas shot forward at the elf, but two others held him back.

"I call no one sir!"

Donolea smiled innocently and looked at Aragorn's limp form on the dirt floor.

"Well, by all the Valar, and Eru himself. Your friend will before I am done with him."

He turned placid gray eyes on Legolas.

"We are not elf killers master elf. Merely tired of fighting those that will not join us. So I suggest that you keep the curses, fights, and all other rabble to a minimum. For if you do not pay us due respects, your little edan friend here, certainly will." The red haired elf smiled as he aimed a hard kick for the young man.

"No!"

The elf prince watched in repulsion as Donolea kicked Aragorn in the stomach. Estel jolted forward and moaned. But other than that, nothing took effect.

" I will do what you say! Just do not hurt him, please!"

Donolea turned and smiled malicious at Legolas, his eyes burning with hot anger.

"I am glad." he walked up to the prince, and caught the proud chin in his hands. "What is your name Taryalanca elf?" he spat on Legolas's elven boots.

The elf prince yanked his jaw away.

"Taran." he smiled and as he used the soldier's name. Than a thought came to mind.

His mind racked with panic. 'I hope Taran is alright.'

"Taran ay'. Well, your name ain't gonna be that no more." Donolea chuckled and played with a strand of the pale golden hair on Legolas's head. "Your name is Tarpen."

He motioned to the others.

"Pick up the human, Jonal." he looked at the raven haired ones. "Pull Tarpen. He's got a long walk ahead of him. And no stopping unless I say so."

"Yes sir."

Legolas watched as Estel was hoisted onto the golden blonde's shoulder and carried forward.

The two black haired elves tied a rope about the prince's waist, the one around his neck. They pulled him forward and he walked along, unconsciously watching Aragorn's head bob up and down as the young blonde trotted forward.

TBC~

Ok, before you all go off an do away with me. Do you see a cliffie here? I mean, you know the lead bad elf's name. You know their race? You don't really know what they want with the two, but since it is written by me, it can't be that hard to guess.

But now, go ahead. Use me as target practice.

But I get the head start!

[Runs off in the direction of the woods]

~Elvish Translations~

Tula, hama neva I'naur - Come sit next to the fire

Mani naur?- What fire?

Tula sinome. -Come here

Hannon lle mellon nin - Thank you my friend.

Uuma dela - Don't worry

Nadohuanrim- cowardly dogs

Sii - now

Sac sen sii! - Search them now!

Eldar - elf

Edan - human

Taryalanca - stubborn

And in case any of you people want to know. Tarpen, which is supposedly Legolas's new name, means roughly 'Stubborn one'. Tar comes from Taryalanca and pen from the elvish word for 'one'. Hehe, a little elvish fun there.

Anyway, don't kill me! I am leaving now……b-bye!