A/N: This so bloody short, I'm going to go beat myself. Sorry about that.

Part 45

Legolas slipped away from bed quietly, feeling his way through the darkness. He sensed something near, something not quite right. He left his room and silently sauntered down the hall, not knowing exactly what it was that brought him, but he knew it was something. Perhaps he should have taken his weapons, but he did not think of it in the midst of his stirring.

He turned a corner and was suddenly pounced on by some shadow, forcefully knocked to the ground. A cloth was shoved in his mouth, stifling his cry. He winced as he fell to the ground on his stomach, a dull pain where the nearly healed wound was. He couldn't see, and his attacker bound him quickly. He rolled over on his back to look at the shadow, but he was suddenly struck in the face, and he knew no more.

Aragorn groaned as he awoke by the persistent shakes of someone.

" Aragorn, wake up ", came Gimli's gruff voice.

Aragorn cracked open one unfriendly eye.

" What is it? ", he asked.

" Legolas is gone."