Ok, next chapter.

Well Legolaslover2003 you will definitely have to email me the pic sometime. If you have a scanner. *Shrugs* I am sure it looks totally awesome. I love to draw the ideas I have for stories.

*Giggles nervously while clinging to tree* GIMLI! TAKE BACK THAT AXE FROM LINWEN!!!!!! Hey! You have no right to call me 'little elf.'

Yipes! I'm sorry Newmoon!!!! Here! It is before a week too!!! Which one is our hero? Well, in this chapter we will see.

Thanks Ymmas Sirron. I am glad you liked it. Here is more for you.

I am sorry Maryanne. I am a sad sorry excuse for a writer when it comes to non Legolas and Aragorn hurting stories. I am glad you like it though. And they should not be too badly hurt, not this time anyway.

Maybe leggylover03, maybe he will come to his senses.

Chapter 13

Tears came to the twins' eyes as they ran forward and engulfed their little brother in a huge bear hug. One that almost squeezed the very life from his soul.

He gasped in surprise, but hugged them just as hard. Tears came to his own sightless eyes and he tried to silently suck them back. But he found that they would not cease, so he let the things run their course.

Elladan saw Estel's attempts to rid himself of his tears, he smiled and rubbed his brother's cheek.

"Not all tears are an evil, gwador nin." he whispered bringing his hands through his brother's dark unkempt locks.

"Estel, we thought you were dead." Elrohir whispered trying to come to terms that his brother was standing before him, not noticeably wounded.

"Are you alright?" Elladan asked, finding his twin's concerns, he checked over the human, turning him around gently and trying to find and blood stains, abrasions, cuts in his shirt, bruises, anything.

At this more sobs came from Strider, and both looked at each other.

"I just wish I could see you again."

The whisper was barely heard, but they did hear it.

Elrohir kneeled down to Aragorn and lifted his chin. "We are here, it would help to open your eyes." the elf chuckled softly.

Legolas had now come forward and was starring at the reunion with confusion.

Something about this group struck him, something. He tried to shake the memory out, but it would not budge.

Growling he shook his head, he had to bring these elves to Lord Tranol. That was his job, he had been trusted and he could not let them down.

'No!' a voice inside him screamed. 'Run, take them away, go back to Mirkwood!'

Where in the world was Mirkwood, and why, in Eru's name, did it sound so familiar!!!

"Legolas?"

He did not know why, but at that name he turned his head and looked into the two identical faces.

"Tarpen! My name is Tarpen." he informed, slightly still wondering if Legolas was his name. Oh Valar, he was just so confused!

"Legolas, you are not thinking right. Come on, we will bring you to Elrond." One of the twins, he could not tell which and he did not care, grabbed his forearm and pulled him a bit.

The elf prince lashed out, cuffing the other elf upside the head and making him release his grip on Legolas.

Elrohir stepped away from Estel, towards the prince, looking at him as though he had shot a dart at Elladan instead of just slapped him.

"Legolas, I-"

"TARPEN!"

Elrohir put his hands up as a gesture of peace.

"Alright, Tarpen, why don't we go talk with your employer, Tranol."

The prince nodded. "I was supposed to do that anyway."

Elladan turned his eyes on Elrohir and turned to Estel, who was just standing waiting patiently, it seemed he was looking at him, yet he was not.

"Come on Estel." He motioned for his brother to follow, but Aragorn did not see and began to walk straight instead of turning around.

"Strider?! Where are you going?"

Both twin's looked at each other and Legolas stopped, waiting impatiently for the others.

"I am following you, aren't I?"

Elrohir ran back and caught the teen on the arm, catching him off guard. He tried to get Aragorn to look in his eyes, but they would never focus.

Seeing this, the younger twin shook his head. "You are more wounded than you let on. " he whispered, the human looked slightly surprised but nodded.

"I will not yet tell Elladan, let me carry you."

Estel's face paled. "But I-"

Elrohir smiled at his brother's protests. "You want him to find out and worry more. Just this once Estel, no one will care."

Reluctantly the human nodded softly, without another moment hesitation Elrohir scooped him up and held him close.

"Just rest Gwador." the younger twin whispered as he approached the other two.

"What is wrong with him?" Elladan asked, worry making his tone harsh. Estel rarely let anyone carry him, and if he had so easily let Elrohir, something must be terribly wrong.

"His sight was a little blurry, from exhaustion."

Elladan sighed and smiled at his younger brother. The boy now had his eyes closed and was sleeping peacefully, probably the most restful sleep he had had in weeks, ever since there capture, or rather when he had woken to the capture, he had not slept very well. And his brother being near made it better, he knew they would not let anything happen to him or Legolas.

~_~

Soundlessly, Legolas entered the court, looking for Tranol and Donolea who had seemed to disappear altogether.

He saw his guard partner waiting patiently, the other elf walked forward, a smile on his face. That quickly faded when he saw the twins, one was gently holding a sleeping slave. He did not like this, not at all.

"Welcome my lords Elladan and Elrohir. How do you fare?" he asked politely, taking a quick glance at the human.

'Eru. That is the one that Cildan blinded.' he moaned inwardly. He hated this profession, so much hurt and pain. Tranol had promised him peace, but he had lied, the old rat. And now, his signature was on the parchment that bound him to them, nothing but death could break that.

"Fine, tell me," the elder twin snapped. "How is it that our brother was treated so foully?"

"Your brother?" the elf gulped, smiling nervously. "My lords, which elf is this? I will stop this madness at once."

"See. That is just it." Elladan took a angry step forward, his face closing into a sneer. "You think to much of elves, that you care not see if they are truly important."

"Lord Elrohir, I presume, we do look to see which elves are important." the elf tried to defend himself. 'Oh Eru, I hope I got the right one.'

"I am Elladan. Which proves much of my point." he turned and pointed to the sleeping child that his brother held. "You think to much that you do not look into the heart. You think that all edain are scum and should be treated as such. Well, I will have you know," he pointed harshly, trying to show the other. " that my brother, Estel, the edan which my twin carries, has more of an elven heart than you or your lord will ever have!"

The elf backed away so he tripped and sunk into Tranol's throne, silk and fabric falling over his eyes.

"I am sorry. I did not know! I just do what I am told!" he cried.

"Then maybe you can do this, I order you, Master elf. Leave now! And never return here or to any other elven realm for as long as you live. I found out that you did, I will hunt you down! Understood?" Leaping up the younger elf ran for the door, fright and worry edging each step.

Coming from behind, Legolas smiled. "That was entertaining. Now if you please, I believe Donolea and Tranol are in the stables." the elf prince began to walk for the stables but was stopped by one voice, soft and barely audible.

"Tell me you have not lost your heart, Legolas?"

He turned, eyes burning, they came to rest on the young human that was still held by Elrohir.

Another thing inside his head beat down on him, racking his body with shivers that he could not suppress. Something about this child was….memorable. But he could not find what it was.

Words fell from his mouth before he could think. "Just misplaced it."

But after that his eyes turned fiery once more and he turned on his heel, his brain and heart were pounding and he could not think.

"Come! My lords will be waiting."

~_~

"Welcome sons of Elrond." Tranol's voice was strong, but he cringed inwardly at the sight of the young boy and the look of pure hatred in Elladan's eyes. Elrohir was to busy to be mad, he was worried for his brother's sight and how he would tell the others.

"Welcome? Pah!" the dark haired elf spat on Tranol's feet and glared. "We came to find our brother and Prince Legolas. Now that we have, we are ready to leave, but I would like to know how to get the prince back to himself?"

Donolea stepped forward, his hair looking quite grayed, little spurts of red shot out, but most of it was gray.

"That we can not do. I will not give it to you, not death, nor pain, nor torture will bring the words from my lips."

Elladan growled deep in his smooth throat and strutted forward, taking the smaller elf by the front of his tunic, he pushed him back.

"Tell me slime?!"

"Sorry master elf." he smiled and grabbed Legolas's shoulder. "He's ours now, sure it took a bit. But nothing can bring him back."

Legolas's eyes flashed, but nothing else transpired, he just stood. As still as stone.

Tranol came forward, smiling. "Now if you will excuse us, we must be going. I would rather not have the whole of the elven council on me."

Turning round, he made to walk to a stall.

A bow twang stopped him and he turned just as a shaft pierced him where he stood, crying out in utter pain he fell to the floor, blood coming from his eyes where the shaft stood out.

His life fled and he fell to the floor, pain and surprise etched on his face.

Donolea, still in shock felt tears spring to his eyes.

He turned to the twin's but saw that they had not shot the arrow.

"That was for you Legolas. No matter if you have forgotten me or not. You are my friend, and I will kill if need be, to get you back."

Donolea stepped forward, grabbing a torch from the side, he growled as the tears sped down his face.

"If that is for your friend edan, than this is for mine."

Pushing Legolas back Donolea shouted back to him as he let go of the torch.

"RUN!"

Taking it as an order, the elf turned on his heel and sped out the back door, the flames licked at the floor.

Elladan and turned, and Elrohir, forgetting Estel for the moment of panic, turned too.

"Run! To the door!"

Turning Aragorn was about to run after them, but he noticed that he did not hear them any longer.

A warm feeling began to eat towards him, gasping as smoke clouded his lungs he tried to find some way out, but each way the smoke smelt to strong or the heat felt to much.

He yelled out, it was the only thing he could do.

His cry was carried to the elves, who were panting.

Legolas, about to run after his master stopped, something inside him broke.

That scream, he had heard it before, he knew it.

His eyes filled with tears as his emotions were sent back and forth like a swing, rocking and cracking.

The block that had kept his memories away broke, and he felt a flood of remembrance surge to him.

Donolea, saw him stop. He turned to see the younger elf holding his head and tears falling from his eyes.

He grabbed the blonde elf, pulling him, but Legolas lashed out and hit him in the cheek.

"Get away Donolea! You are not my master! None will ever be!!!!"

Another scream and whimper sounded, turning, Legolas ran towards the barn. Maybe he could not save himself, but if he could do something, he would try and save his friend.

"I am coming, hold on mellon nin."

TBC~

Hello, I know. Kill the girl who made the cliffie. But before you do, *Backs away slowly while readers are reading this little note* I wanted you all to know that this story, at this point, is 91 pages long. And there is at least one more chapter left, or two. *Shrugs and runs* Bye now! R&R! NO FLAMES!!!!