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Well Met Indeed
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Dedication:
This chapter is dedicated to Eminem for his hard work and courage while darkness and uncertainty loomed ahead. Don't lose yourself on the way. . .
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Chapter 5 - Don't Lose Yourself
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"Brother?" The whisper barely left Aragorn's mouth when Legolas gave a sharp nod. "Aye," he answered softly. He threw a quick glance at the ranger and gave him the smallest of smiles. "It was long ago, Aragorn." The Elf sighed. "The memory is not fresh in my mind or heart and I will not bawl at the slightest mention of it."
Aragorn gave a timid nod, but said nothing. He made an attempt to sit up a little straighter and was rewarded with another wave of pain. He bit his lip; a soft groan managed to creep out of him. Legolas's head shot up and he stared at Aragorn. The Elf's body was tense and he struggled to keep his face calm, but Aragorn saw something in the Elf's eyes he had never seen before. . . Fear.
"Aragorn?" Legolas swallowed and licked his lips nervously. Aragorn cracked a strained grin and waved the Elf aside. "I am fine, Legolas," the ranger lied. It hurt to breathe. "Aragorn," Legolas demanded sharply. "Tell me where you hurt." The Elf's voice become noticeably softer. "Please. . ." Aragorn closed his eyes and took a ragged breath. "It hurts. . . to. . . breathe."
Legolas bit his lip, unsure. "Calm yourself, Aragorn. Take deep breaths." Aragorn closed his eyes tightly. The pain was growing with every breath. "Aragorn," Legolas called softly, panic audible in his voice now. The man gathered every bit of his strength and cracked open his eyes. His glassy grey eyes met Legolas's wide blue ones.
"Aragorn," he pleaded. "Breathe, please!" The ranger drew in a shuddering breath and his lungs were attacked with another spasm of pain. "No," he gasped. "I cannot, Legolas. It hurts. . . it hurts so much." The Elf's heart broke. He closed his eyes and tried to remain calm, but it was hopeless: there was no way to help the ranger. The greatest medicine he had now was his own strength, as well as Aragorn's, and their friendship. He opened his mouth and did the only thing he was sure of, sing. His started quietly in Elvish and the ranger's glazed eyes began to droop. His breathing deepened with each breath and he sagged in the Elf's arms. Legolas's hopes soared and he continued to sing.
When the cold of Winter comes
Starless nights will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days
In the dark I hear the call
Calling me there
I will go there and back again**
Aragorn's stormy eyes were closed and the Elf laid him down carefully on the ground, head in his lap. He found his hand resting on the man's forehead, feeling for a temperature. Finding the ranger's temperature normal, Legolas whispered, "Elenath sila erin le. . ." //Stars shine on you\\ Having said that, the Elf closed his tired eyes and slept.
It was not long before Legolas was prodded sharply by someone. His eyes flew open. It was Aragorn. The ranger had a look of worry etched into his rugged features. "You slept with your eyes closed," Aragorn explained, almost accusing the elf of a crime. Legolas blinked and sat up, surprised.
"I must have been tired." He eyed the ranger suspiciously. "And how do you fare, ranger of the north?" Aragorn shrugged and replied, "Much better than yesterday." Legolas gave a satisfied nod. It was day now, and Cylon's men had not moved anywhere.
"This is odd," Legolas muttered. Aragorn nodded, understanding Legolas's comment. Aragorn voiced Legolas's worries, "We have not moved since last night." He grey eyes widened slightly. "Legolas," he hissed excitedly. "Dinlhach! Feransul!" Legolas's lips quirked into a slight smile of realization.
Before Aragorn could say anything, the Elf gave a clear whistle. The sound rang through the woods, causing an eerie silence to cloak the group. In the distance, Cylon's head jerked up. His face darkened and he stood, his cloak falling to the ground. He started for the two, his men following behind.
Legolas flashed the ranger a successful smile. "Say nothing," he warned as the men drew near. "You as well," Aragorn shot back. The ranger and Elf stood, silently. Cylon stopped abruptly as he came face to face with Legolas. "That whistle," he spat. His only answer was a cry of a hawk in the distance.
"Speak, Elf," he threatened angrily, "or that *ranger*-" The man stopped. His thin lips curled and he said in a malicious tone, "I tire of threatening. You will receive what you deserve." Legolas's eyes narrowed, but he held his tongue. Cylon's gaze flickered from Legolas to the ranger. He took a step back and commanded, "Show them that we do not tolerate games, men."
Trulyn was beside Cylon, arms crossed over chest as he surveyed the scene. "This is not a fair fight," he said softly. Cylon glared at him. "I pay you to do your job, not to lecture me on what is right or wrong!" He turned back to Legolas and Aragorn who were completely surrounded by that time.
"Ready, set, go. . ." he murmured. The men charged, but Legolas was quicker. He had ducked from a blow and delivered a kick to the nearest man's stomach. The man stumbled backwards and fell, but his empty space was filled by another. "Strider!" Legolas shouted above the noise. "How are you faring?" Legolas was rewarded by man skidding across the ground away from Aragorn.
"Quite fine," Aragorn answered modestly. Legolas hid a smile before weaving in and out of the men. The Elf dodged the attempts easily and countered their clumsy attacks with his own swift blows.
"Legolas!" The prince turned just in time to see Aragorn toss him a dagger. He caught it easily and spun around, thrusting into the stomach of the man attempting to beat him down from behind. Blood was spilt, but the men kept coming. Legolas slowly edged his way towards Aragorn, who was beginning to tire. The man's breaths came out in silent pants. Sweat dampened his hair and his side had begun to bleed again.
"I watch your back," Legolas muttered softly, He deflected a blow aimed at his neck and drove the man back. Aragorn grunted and replied, "I have yours as well." Legolas gave a grim smile. He stepped back and found Aragorn and himself back to back.
Aragorn's arm ached, as did his chest, but never once did he mention this to the Elf. The corners of his vision blurred and suddenly his silent gasps turned into a coughing fit. Legolas seemed to sense the sudden change in Aragorn and shifted into defense stance. Aragorn crumpled to his feet, dropping the dagger. His coughs turned harsher and the rusty taste of blood was forever fresh upon his tongue.
He willed himself up, breathing heavily. His head swam, but he was determined to help his friend. "Legolas," he wheezed. The sharp pain was in his side again, coloring his vision red. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he was suddenly aware that he was not breathing.
Legolas spun and saw Aragorn's wide, frantic eyes. "Strider!" he cried. He dropped his dagger and caught Aragorn as the ranger collapsed. He laid the ranger on the ground and the grey eyes full of pain stared at the sky. Sweat covered his brow and Legolas opened the man's tunic with shaking hands. He paused momentarily when he felt a cold blade at the side of his neck.
"You give your life for this friend?" The blade dug deeper into the Elf's flesh, nicking it. A thin line of blood ran down from the cut, contrasting darkly with Legolas's pale skin. "Aye," Legolas answered coldly. He further ignored the threatening blade and turned his full attention to his friend.
"Trulyn!" Cylon snapped. Legolas stiffened from his position and cursed himself for turning his back to Cylon. "Take the ranger and do what you can for him." Legolas felt a spark of hope ignite within him. He allowed the man to take Aragorn from his grip and watched grimly as Trulyn took him away to the fire.
"Now you," Cylon sneered. "Get up!" Legolas bit down the pride that flared up in him and did as he was told. The sword did not waver from its place. "Turn," came the quiet command. Legolas slowly turned as the blade was removed from his neck and as soon as he did, a blow struck him back down.
He blinked, confused for a moment. He glared up at Cylon's leering face, but did not cause an uproar. "You have cost me many, many men," the man said dangerously. Legolas remained silent and this angered Cylon even more. The two glared at each other with such intensity that the very aura around them seemed to burn with hate.
"Get him up," Cylon ordered. Instantly, two burly men hauled Legolas up in their iron grips. Legolas bit back a wince as his arms were jerked back and twisted painfully. "Damn you," Cylon growled. He kneed the Elf in the stomach, making him gasp. He pulled out a wicked looking whip. "Shall we have some fun with him?" He gave a sinister smile and his men jeered.
The two men who held Legolas kicked his knees out from under him and held him down. Legolas bit his lip as the whip cruelly lashed down. As the blows came again and again, his once proud shoulders slumped and his golden hair slid down, creating a slight curtain around his face.
His eyes were tightly closed and he fought the urge to cry out as whip flew at him. He drew in a hitched breath as a kick found its way to his ribs. His breaths became gasps and his gasps into whimpers. His body trembled against his will, but never once did he give them the satisfaction of breaking him. His lips moved in a silent prayer for unconsciousness, but never did it come.
When the blows suddenly stopped, Legolas found himself opening his eyes and oddly the first thought in his mind was not about himself, but for Aragorn. He raised his head and gave a sigh of relief when he saw that Aragorn was resting where Trulyn had set him.
"Give it to him now." Legolas froze as Cylon bent down before him and smiled malevolently. He grabbed Legolas's mouth and forced it open. The Elf's eyes widened with surprise and he jerked away, but Cylon's grip was strong. The contents of the clear liquid were poured into his mouth and almost immediately an excruciating pain was running throughout his entire body.
His blue eyes blinked once before his body broke into shudders. He slumped forward and gave a soft moan. His blue eyes were alert as ever, but clouded with pain. Pain lanced through his very veins. His brow was covered with a thin layer of perspiration, as did his chest. He moaned again and closed his eyes.
Cylon's lips curled. "Leave him," he spat. The men dropped Legolas and even before he hit the floor, the prince of Mirkwood was drifting off into darkness.
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When Aragorn's eyes fluttered open, the pain rushed back at him. His body ached and his head spun. He lay there, confused. "Legolas?" he called softly. He slowly sat up, wincing at the burning pain in his body. He looked about and around him Cylon's men sat, laughing and drinking.
He crawled to his feet when his movements caught the attention of one silent man. "You awake," the man commented neutrally. Aragorn glared at him. "Where is Legolas?!" he demanded angrily. The man tipped his head to the side. "Your Elf companion is over there."
Aragorn followed Trulyn's movement and saw a small, lithe figure laying on the ground not far away. He stumbled towards the Elf, stumbling upon the roots and uneven ground. He fell to his knees in front of his friend and drew in a sharp breath. The prince's back was covered in hideous lashes that licked its way onto his chest. His hair was limp and his chest covered with bruises.
"Oh, Legolas," he whispered. He slowly turned the Elf to his side, feeling for broken bones. The Elf's eyes fluttered open and he moaned as Aragorn's fingers brushed against his ribs. "Broken," Aragorn muttered angrily.
"Aragorn?" Legolas said thickly. He blinked at the man, dazed, when suddenly he gave a whimper and curled up as if he was cold. Aragorn felt the Elf's brow and found it feverish. "Ara-" Legolas gasped. His eyes were tightly shut and he was trembling.
"Legolas," Aragorn said in a hushed voice, worried. When his friend did not reply, Aragorn said more urgently, "Legolas!" The Elf's eyes opened, but they were dull with pain. "Aragorn," he gasped. "Yes, nin mellon! It is me!" Aragorn whispered. The Elf struggled to sit up, but let out a soft hiss as pain shot through his slender frame. He sank back against the ground and rubbed his head.
"What happened?" he mumbled. Aragorn quieted Legolas with a finger to his lips. "I'm afraid I don't remember much," Aragorn admitted. Legolas nodded and pursed his bloodied lips. "You fainted. . . and. . . they made me drink something."
Aragorn frowned. 'What? What did they make you drink?" Legolas shook his head and winced slightly. "I do not know, Aragorn," he said, almost exasperated. "What of the horses?" Aragorn prodded. "What of them?" Legolas shot the ranger an irritated glare.
"I don't know," he snapped. Constant bursts of pain shot throughout his entire body and Aragorn's pestering questions did not help. Aragorn gave him a small smile. "Forgive me, I was eager to know-"
"It is okay." Legolas shivered again. "You can make it up by helping me up." Aragorn gave a meek grin but denied, "You're in no condition to sit up let alone stand." The Elf gave an frustrated growl and retorted, "Well, it certainly won't help if I am laying here like this." Aragorn's grin faded a bit. "Legolas," he informed sternly. "At least two of your ribs are broken. It would not be wise to move."
Legolas gave him an annoyed glare but made no attempt to sit up. Silence fell upon the two. Finally Legolas asked, "Have you tried calling for Feransul and Dinlhach?" Aragorn looked at the Elf, startled. "Nay, I have not," he answered. A slight frown settled on his handsome face when he realized what Legolas was plotting. "We cannot escape now, you are in no condition to-"
"How do *you* feel," Legolas interrupted. Aragorn feigned a look of innocence. "I am fine," he replied. In truth, his head spun and his entire body felt sluggish and sore. Legolas raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "*Indeed*," he noted. "Then if you are fine enough to travel, then I will be as well."
Aragorn shook his head and scolded, frustrated, "Did you not *hear* me, or are the ears of elves not as sharp as everybody says?" Legolas sniffed and gave a wicked smile. He let out a low, soft whistle. The ranger clamped his hand over the Elf's mouth and silenced his friend.
"What do you think you're doing?" he whispered angrily, grateful that no one at the camp besides the two of them had heard the whistle. Legolas pulled away from the ranger's hand, but instantly winced at the pain in his ribs. Aragorn's look of anger melted into concern. "Legolas?"
"I am fine," he answered, bitter at his vulnerability. He quickly and skillfully diverted the conversation back to the horses. "They are here," he murmured. Aragorn peered behind Legolas's shoulder at the dark shadows of the forest. "Who?" he asked. Legolas rolled his eyes and managed a light laugh though it pained him to no end.
"Are humans *that* forgetful?" he teased. "The horses are here of course!" Aragorn shot him a worried look. Legolas, seeing the look, muttered, "No, Aragorn. I am *not* losing my mind." Aragorn smiled and stated firmly, "Even if the horses are here, there is no chance that you can or may ride." Legolas gazed at him neutrally, his normally merry eyes suddenly empty and cold.
"Is that so?" he taunted in a voice that was his but yet so unfamiliar. The ranger shuddered at the Elf's sudden iciness. "Legolas?" He placed a hand on the Elf's shoulder and the prince blinked a few times, his blank eyes returning to normal. "How do you fare?" Aragorn asked concerned.
"Fine." Legolas insisted, glancing at the hand on his shoulder. "Why do you ask, Aragorn?" The man blinked. Surely the Elf knew why he was asking. "The way you acted. . ." he voiced. Legolas frowned. "What do you mean?" Aragorn's mouth opened and closed a bit.
"You mean to tell me, Legolas, that you do not remember what you just said to me?" Aragorn's worries grew as he watched Legolas frown and reply, "I was about to tell you that if I signal them, they will come in a moment's notice." The ranger frowned. "That is not what you said to me, Legolas," he said. Legolas looked startled. "You mean to tell me that I did not tell you - and that - I did not say what I thought I did?"
Aragorn shook his head. "You were rather cold and distant," he answered softly. Legolas's look of worry, spiked a flash of fear in Aragorn. He decided to ease both their minds and turn their attention somewhere else. "Can you call the horses?" Aragorn asked. Legolas nodded and added, "This is our only chance of escaping, nin mellon. We have to take it." Aragorn gave a hesitant nod and asked, "But you cannot ride." Legolas waved him off and sat up, masking the pain with a bright smile.
"I am fine," he reassured. The ranger looked unconvinced but agreed quietly. The Elf gave a slow, soft whistle and as he had said, Feransul bounded out of the bushed. There was an instant uproar at the camp as Dinlhach followed the white steed's entrance.
"Do not let them escape!" Cylon screamed. "Or the One will have our heads!" The men scurried towards the two figures and even Trulyn seemed alarmed. He jumped up, black cape swirling around him. He drew his sword that flashed brilliantly in the firelight and leapt after the men.
Legolas grimaced as he struggled up. Aragorn pulled him up quickly and as gently as he could. "Get on Dinlhach!" Legolas ordered. He clutched to his own steed's mane and climbed on heavily. His face tightened with pain and he paled. Aragorn, abroad his copper horse, watched worried.
"Legolas!" he shouted above the noise. One of Legolas's arms wrapped around his ribs protectively while the other held onto Feransul's mane. He whispered a command to the overjoyed horse and immediately disappeared into the dark. Aragorn hesitated, looking back to the camp. "Legolas!" he called. He spurred his horse on and found Legolas waiting for him.
The Elf's face was pale and pain was etched into his fair features. He bents over his ribs, biting his lips. "Legolas," Aragorn said softly. "I need to get our weapons. I know where they are."
"Do not be foolish," Legolas argued weakly. His face was contorted in pain and he did not seem to have the energy to argue. "Please," Aragorn pleaded. Legolas looked uncertain, but shook his head firmly. Aragorn would not obey the Elf's orders. "If you do not hide, you will be caught. If you follow, you will not keep up," the ranger snapped. The world spun around him, but the Elf was not as alert as usual and he was able to get away with this. . . for now.
Legolas bit his lip and nodded. "May Elbereth watched over you," he murmured. Aragorn gave him an encouraging smile and he spurred his horse and disappeared. "Come, Feransul," Legolas whispered. He smiled wickedly despite his pain. "I never did say if I was going to follow or not."
Feransul tossed his head and gave a neigh. His bright eyes seemed to be shining with amusement as he sped off in Dinlhach's direction.
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King Thranduil's dark lashes fluttered against his pale face and his emerald green eyes opened. The Elvenking sat up slowly in bed, looking around. He arose and opened his wardrobe where a set of teal robes hung. He picked at the fine material before taking it out and taking off his own wrinkled shirt. As he tossed his cotton shirt to the side, he studied his lithe chest and shook his head in disgust.
"I swear I will never skip a meal again," Thranduil muttered darkly as he glared at his thin, frail body. He shook his head again and pulled the teal shirt over his head. He changed his leggings and found himself staring at the mirror again. His hands drifted to his silvery blond hair, which was a shade lighter than his wife's.
"She has gone, he thought to himself firmly, and when your duties in Mirkwood are finished, you will see her again! He cursed at himself for being so weak and hastily combed his hair. He did not dare spare the mirror even a glance as he exited the room.
The hallway was quiet and still as Thranduil headed towards the Healer's Room. The king frowned and quickened his step. His robe danced about his feet as he came to a sudden halt outside the Healer's Room. Thranduil placed his hand on the golden knob, but hesitated.
"This is foolish," he grumbled in a dwarvish manner. "Why should I-" He let out a exasperated sigh and did not even make an attempt to finish his sentence. Instead, the Elvenking opened the door and stepped into the room.
The healers looked up, surprised and among them, were Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, and Gandalf. "Thranduil," Gandalf greeted merrily. "You are well?" Thranduil shot the wizard a wry smile. "Indeed," he replied. "My thanks to Lord Elrond and yourself."
Gandalf gave a merry chuckle before turning back to his patient. Thranduil gave a shake of his head and greeted Elladan and Elrohir, choosing purposely to ignore Elrond.
"Good morning, Sons of Elrond." Thranduil offered them a smile, and watched as both gracefully stooped into frantic bows. He laughed and shook his head. "I insist you do not do that," he opined. Elladan exchanged a bewildered look with his twin. "I doubt Legolas bows to your father when he sees him," Thranduil added. The twins' faces split into wild grins and Elrohir spoke, "Forgive us, King Thranduil, for bowing like fools every time we catch even the slightest sight of you."
The healers stilled and looked on with interest as the king of Mirkwood burst into melodious laughter. Elrond smiled and said suddenly, "It is funny how you should be ignoring the healer who tended to you in your hour of need." Thranduil smiled in a carefree manner he never showed in court.
"If you jest, it is not very funny," he teased lightly. "I have heard that your sons are better healers than you, but I must say, that rest has indeed helped me." Elrond smiled and said sternly, "I will join you in the Dining Hall in a few minutes." Thranduil shook his head and retorted, "I am not hungry." Elrond's gaze narrowed to a silent warning and his voice, free of jest, ordered, "It was not a request, Son of Oropher."
Thranduil green eyes flamed to life and he gave the Elf a thin smile, "Nor do I, *Son of Earendil.*" Elrond snorted and replied, "Then I shall not take lightly to it." Gandalf shook his head and suddenly commanded, "Both of you shall leave the room! You leave the wounded no rest!" Elrond glanced at the wizard, startled and Elladan and Elrohir burst into laughter.
Thranduil groaned and muttered, "I never expected an elderly man to command me in my own realm." He grumbled and left the room in a flurry of teal robes. For the briefest moment, Elrond swore he had seen a twinkle in the wizard's eyes.
"What are you waiting for, Elrond of Imladris?" Gandalf questioned, the twinkle in his eyes hidden. Elrond met his gaze evenly before departing. As the door closed behind him, Elladan's shoulders shook with silent laughter. The Istar noticed this and raised an eyebrow. The prince shut his mouth and laughed no more.
Outside, Elrond found Thranduil gazing over the forests of Mirkwood from an open balcony. If the Elvenking had heard his approach, he gave no mention. "You really *must* eat," Elrond commented after some time. Thranduil shot him an amused look, but did not answer.
A soft breeze was blowing in the outskirts of Mirkwood, or so the faraway trees showed. Thranduil's green darkened as they studied the dark clouds littered across the sky for miles. "There will be a storm," he said, worried. "I pray that our sons are not caught up in it."
"As do I," Elrond agreed. The soft breeze grew stronger and stronger until it blew Thranduil's golden hair into his eyes. "Shall we go back inside?" Elrond queried as the first drops of rain fell from the dark sky that was bright moments ago. Thranduil faced the Elf-Lord, whose own hair was as windblown as his. "Aye," the king of Mirkwood replied, smiling. "I fear an Elf of Rivendell will become angry if I am late to lunch." Elrond laughed and headed inside, Thranduil following closely behind.
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Light rain fell from the dark sky. As Aragorn spurred Dinlhach faster, the branches of the trees flew by. He circled around the camp and came to a halt as he neared the few men that had not run after him.
Near the near-extinguished fire lay his sheathed sword and daggers as well as Legolas's own bow and quiver and daggers. The ranger smiled grimly. "Run fast, Dinlhach," he whispered to the horse. Dinlhach bobbed his copper head silently. Readying himself, Aragorn gave a light kick to Dinlhach's side and the two were bursting out of the bushes.
The men cried out in alarm as the great horse drew near them and many jumped out of its thundering path. Aragorn grabbed Dinlhach's halter and bend down as far as he could over the side. His hand waved wildly for a moment before he caught hold of a leather strap: It was Legolas's quiver.
He pulled the quiver upon his own back and made another attempt to grab the weapons. His hand enclosed on his swords hilt and Aragorn gave a successful grin. "Legolas's bow!" a voice screamed in the back of his head. "A quiver of arrows is useless without a bow!"
"Dinlhach!" he ordered above the shouts and rain. He nudge the horse's side again. Dinlhach made another turn by the men and Aragorn grabbed at the pile of weapons. He sat upright and drew Legolas bow closer to him. In a tangle of leather straps was Legolas's two daggers, and his own longer dagger.
He turned Dinlhach to the forest and disappeared into the trees, leaving the chasing men with ease.
"Aragorn!"
A sudden call grabbed the ranger's attention. "Legolas?" he yelled. The woods around him was quiet and far from the riot at the camp. A white shape appeared and Aragorn breathed with relief. Feransul was trotting towards them with an exhausted Elf atop him.
"You followed?" Aragorn asked in bewilderment. Legolas came close to shrugging as elves ever did. "You never told me to go on and I never said I would." Aragorn scowled. "I am now more likely to believe Dwarves when they say to never trust an Elf."
Legolas managed a small grin, but pain was etched into his fair features. Aragorn was not faring any better. Rain fell more heavily and the injuries did not help them. Aragorn's grip on reins tightened as a wave of nausea hit him. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision of the black dots that danced in front of his eyes.
The pained Elf did not notice, for his eyes were beginning to dim and his shoulders, slump. One arm was curled around his ribs protectively when finally he said, "We should move." Aragorn nodded and nudged Dinlhach on despite his weary body.
Their journey into the woods was perilous and exhausting. The rain fell endlessly from the sky, soaking them. Legolas noticed Aragorn shivering and said as loudly as he could manage, "Take my cloak. It is more resistant to water than the cloaks Elves of Rivendell wear." Aragorn shook his head numbly and replied hoarsely, "I am *not* cold." Legolas rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Not this again, *human*," he muttered. "Elves do not become cold as easily as humans do." Aragorn shivered, but did not deny. Legolas straightened up as painlessly as he could. His arms moved from their place at his side and pulled off his cloak. He handed it to Aragorn, biting his lip for his side seemed to burn with a never ending pain.
"Thank you," the ranger mumbled. Legolas nodded and said no more. Suddenly, something dropped from the branched above, spooking the horses. They reared back, nearly tossing their riders off. Legolas bit back a cry as he was jerked back. He calmed Feransul and looked to see how Aragorn fared. The ranger's proud stature was slumped and his eyes dull, but Dinlhach had calmed. His attention was turned to the figure before them.
"What do you do here?" the voice was suspicious, but not at all harsh as Cylon and his men. "I am Strider, Ranger of the North. And this is my companion, Beleru," Aragorn replied. The hooded figure pulled down the dark hood to reveal a dark-haired Elf.
Her aqua eyes flashed as she studied the weary travelers before her. Her stone expression softened, bringing a kinder touch to her face. "I am called Lomywen and my friend Urylia is amongst us as well."
Legolas's found his eyes drifting into the leaves of the trees. "Among the trees?" he questioned softly. Lomywen glanced at him, surprised. "Aye," she answered. She sheathed the sword she had pulled out.
"You are right, Master Elf," said a melodious voice from behind Legolas. The prince of Mirkwood did not turn, for his side constantly ached. He merely smiled and retorted, "You are Urylia, I presume?"
A female Elf appeared before him. Her golden hair, a shade darker than Legolas's, was tied back in a loose ponytail, and her teal eyes shone with amusement.
"You are not well, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood," she commented softly. Aragorn and Legolas exchanged surprised looks. "You know me?" Legolas questioned stiffly. "Aye," she answered, a slight smile blossoming upon her face. "Your title has been spoken of before in Lorien."
"You are from Lorien?" Aragorn asked. Lomywen nodded and studied the ranger with narrowed eyes. "Why do you not give us your true name, ranger?" she demanded. Aragorn gave a slight laugh. "I am named Estel, son of Elrond."
Lomywen was not satisfied. "I have heard of you," she commented. "You must be the human with many names." Aragorn laughed again and answered, "Indeed!" Urylia's grip on her bow tightened.
"It is not wise to tarry in the forests of Byrium," she said softly. "Come with us, we shall lead you to shelter." Legolas gave a weary nod. "But what of horses?" he asked. His voice came weaker than he had intended and the Elves of Lorien looked upon him, alarmed.
"Wounds," Lomywen hissed darkly. "You are not strong enough to ride alone, Urylia and I shall take you there." Aragorn hesitated, but one glance at Legolas was enough to change his mind. The ranger gave an abrupt nod and Lomywen climbed upon his steed. Her lithe arms went around him and she murmured words of assurance to his horse.
"Relax," she whispered into his ear from behind. "We shall not lead you into danger." Aragorn's eyes closed and he allowed sleep to seep into him. Lomywen smiled fondly at the sleeping man and resisted the urge to laugh. Besides her, Urylia was carefully shifting her weight upon Feransul, concerned that she may harm Legolas.
"Tell me if I pain you," she said softly. Her slender body leaned forward as she prepared to ride. Legolas laughed softly. With a soft command, Feransul was off, Dinlhach following closely.
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**Song excerpted from Lord of the Ring: The Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack.
[A/N:] *rubs eyes blearily* Aha! Finished the fifth chapter! *celebrates* I thank every one of my readers and reviewers a thousand times. Without you guys, I don't think I could've continued this! Anyway, for those who did not see my age at the beginning of this chapter: I AM 12! Hehe! I must say, my writing *is* crummy isn't it? *sighs hopelessly* I hope my writing *does* get better as I age!
Must Reads:
Scribe: Field of Battle (anyone want to see a very, sexy, not to mention angry Legolas?)
Littlefish: Hostage of Hate (I must warn you that Elves do not do well in cages!)
E.M. Theis: Endless Knot (Legolas. . .stabbed? *gasp*)
Cassia: Stars of Harad (Amnesia? Memory-loss? Whatever it is, Aragorn has it.)
Theses are to keep you guys entertained while I work on my chapters. All I know for sure is that there IS going to be a sequel to this after I finish 'Well Met Indeed' (which will probably go up to about 10 chapters) and major angst in that upcoming sequel. *evil smile* Well, I'm tired :P Good- Bye for now! [end]
I AM 12-YEARS OLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Heh heh! How many of you were waAay off? *everyone raises hands* ^_^ *frowns, worried* Is this going to affect all you reviewers out there? I hope not. . . *sniffle* Please stick with me until May, I'll be thirteen then! Well, enjoy the latest chapter!
Well Met Indeed
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Dedication:
This chapter is dedicated to Eminem for his hard work and courage while darkness and uncertainty loomed ahead. Don't lose yourself on the way. . .
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Chapter 5 - Don't Lose Yourself
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"Brother?" The whisper barely left Aragorn's mouth when Legolas gave a sharp nod. "Aye," he answered softly. He threw a quick glance at the ranger and gave him the smallest of smiles. "It was long ago, Aragorn." The Elf sighed. "The memory is not fresh in my mind or heart and I will not bawl at the slightest mention of it."
Aragorn gave a timid nod, but said nothing. He made an attempt to sit up a little straighter and was rewarded with another wave of pain. He bit his lip; a soft groan managed to creep out of him. Legolas's head shot up and he stared at Aragorn. The Elf's body was tense and he struggled to keep his face calm, but Aragorn saw something in the Elf's eyes he had never seen before. . . Fear.
"Aragorn?" Legolas swallowed and licked his lips nervously. Aragorn cracked a strained grin and waved the Elf aside. "I am fine, Legolas," the ranger lied. It hurt to breathe. "Aragorn," Legolas demanded sharply. "Tell me where you hurt." The Elf's voice become noticeably softer. "Please. . ." Aragorn closed his eyes and took a ragged breath. "It hurts. . . to. . . breathe."
Legolas bit his lip, unsure. "Calm yourself, Aragorn. Take deep breaths." Aragorn closed his eyes tightly. The pain was growing with every breath. "Aragorn," Legolas called softly, panic audible in his voice now. The man gathered every bit of his strength and cracked open his eyes. His glassy grey eyes met Legolas's wide blue ones.
"Aragorn," he pleaded. "Breathe, please!" The ranger drew in a shuddering breath and his lungs were attacked with another spasm of pain. "No," he gasped. "I cannot, Legolas. It hurts. . . it hurts so much." The Elf's heart broke. He closed his eyes and tried to remain calm, but it was hopeless: there was no way to help the ranger. The greatest medicine he had now was his own strength, as well as Aragorn's, and their friendship. He opened his mouth and did the only thing he was sure of, sing. His started quietly in Elvish and the ranger's glazed eyes began to droop. His breathing deepened with each breath and he sagged in the Elf's arms. Legolas's hopes soared and he continued to sing.
When the cold of Winter comes
Starless nights will cover day
In the veiling of the sun
We will walk in bitter rain
When the seas and mountains fall
And we come to end of days
In the dark I hear the call
Calling me there
I will go there and back again**
Aragorn's stormy eyes were closed and the Elf laid him down carefully on the ground, head in his lap. He found his hand resting on the man's forehead, feeling for a temperature. Finding the ranger's temperature normal, Legolas whispered, "Elenath sila erin le. . ." //Stars shine on you\\ Having said that, the Elf closed his tired eyes and slept.
It was not long before Legolas was prodded sharply by someone. His eyes flew open. It was Aragorn. The ranger had a look of worry etched into his rugged features. "You slept with your eyes closed," Aragorn explained, almost accusing the elf of a crime. Legolas blinked and sat up, surprised.
"I must have been tired." He eyed the ranger suspiciously. "And how do you fare, ranger of the north?" Aragorn shrugged and replied, "Much better than yesterday." Legolas gave a satisfied nod. It was day now, and Cylon's men had not moved anywhere.
"This is odd," Legolas muttered. Aragorn nodded, understanding Legolas's comment. Aragorn voiced Legolas's worries, "We have not moved since last night." He grey eyes widened slightly. "Legolas," he hissed excitedly. "Dinlhach! Feransul!" Legolas's lips quirked into a slight smile of realization.
Before Aragorn could say anything, the Elf gave a clear whistle. The sound rang through the woods, causing an eerie silence to cloak the group. In the distance, Cylon's head jerked up. His face darkened and he stood, his cloak falling to the ground. He started for the two, his men following behind.
Legolas flashed the ranger a successful smile. "Say nothing," he warned as the men drew near. "You as well," Aragorn shot back. The ranger and Elf stood, silently. Cylon stopped abruptly as he came face to face with Legolas. "That whistle," he spat. His only answer was a cry of a hawk in the distance.
"Speak, Elf," he threatened angrily, "or that *ranger*-" The man stopped. His thin lips curled and he said in a malicious tone, "I tire of threatening. You will receive what you deserve." Legolas's eyes narrowed, but he held his tongue. Cylon's gaze flickered from Legolas to the ranger. He took a step back and commanded, "Show them that we do not tolerate games, men."
Trulyn was beside Cylon, arms crossed over chest as he surveyed the scene. "This is not a fair fight," he said softly. Cylon glared at him. "I pay you to do your job, not to lecture me on what is right or wrong!" He turned back to Legolas and Aragorn who were completely surrounded by that time.
"Ready, set, go. . ." he murmured. The men charged, but Legolas was quicker. He had ducked from a blow and delivered a kick to the nearest man's stomach. The man stumbled backwards and fell, but his empty space was filled by another. "Strider!" Legolas shouted above the noise. "How are you faring?" Legolas was rewarded by man skidding across the ground away from Aragorn.
"Quite fine," Aragorn answered modestly. Legolas hid a smile before weaving in and out of the men. The Elf dodged the attempts easily and countered their clumsy attacks with his own swift blows.
"Legolas!" The prince turned just in time to see Aragorn toss him a dagger. He caught it easily and spun around, thrusting into the stomach of the man attempting to beat him down from behind. Blood was spilt, but the men kept coming. Legolas slowly edged his way towards Aragorn, who was beginning to tire. The man's breaths came out in silent pants. Sweat dampened his hair and his side had begun to bleed again.
"I watch your back," Legolas muttered softly, He deflected a blow aimed at his neck and drove the man back. Aragorn grunted and replied, "I have yours as well." Legolas gave a grim smile. He stepped back and found Aragorn and himself back to back.
Aragorn's arm ached, as did his chest, but never once did he mention this to the Elf. The corners of his vision blurred and suddenly his silent gasps turned into a coughing fit. Legolas seemed to sense the sudden change in Aragorn and shifted into defense stance. Aragorn crumpled to his feet, dropping the dagger. His coughs turned harsher and the rusty taste of blood was forever fresh upon his tongue.
He willed himself up, breathing heavily. His head swam, but he was determined to help his friend. "Legolas," he wheezed. The sharp pain was in his side again, coloring his vision red. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and he was suddenly aware that he was not breathing.
Legolas spun and saw Aragorn's wide, frantic eyes. "Strider!" he cried. He dropped his dagger and caught Aragorn as the ranger collapsed. He laid the ranger on the ground and the grey eyes full of pain stared at the sky. Sweat covered his brow and Legolas opened the man's tunic with shaking hands. He paused momentarily when he felt a cold blade at the side of his neck.
"You give your life for this friend?" The blade dug deeper into the Elf's flesh, nicking it. A thin line of blood ran down from the cut, contrasting darkly with Legolas's pale skin. "Aye," Legolas answered coldly. He further ignored the threatening blade and turned his full attention to his friend.
"Trulyn!" Cylon snapped. Legolas stiffened from his position and cursed himself for turning his back to Cylon. "Take the ranger and do what you can for him." Legolas felt a spark of hope ignite within him. He allowed the man to take Aragorn from his grip and watched grimly as Trulyn took him away to the fire.
"Now you," Cylon sneered. "Get up!" Legolas bit down the pride that flared up in him and did as he was told. The sword did not waver from its place. "Turn," came the quiet command. Legolas slowly turned as the blade was removed from his neck and as soon as he did, a blow struck him back down.
He blinked, confused for a moment. He glared up at Cylon's leering face, but did not cause an uproar. "You have cost me many, many men," the man said dangerously. Legolas remained silent and this angered Cylon even more. The two glared at each other with such intensity that the very aura around them seemed to burn with hate.
"Get him up," Cylon ordered. Instantly, two burly men hauled Legolas up in their iron grips. Legolas bit back a wince as his arms were jerked back and twisted painfully. "Damn you," Cylon growled. He kneed the Elf in the stomach, making him gasp. He pulled out a wicked looking whip. "Shall we have some fun with him?" He gave a sinister smile and his men jeered.
The two men who held Legolas kicked his knees out from under him and held him down. Legolas bit his lip as the whip cruelly lashed down. As the blows came again and again, his once proud shoulders slumped and his golden hair slid down, creating a slight curtain around his face.
His eyes were tightly closed and he fought the urge to cry out as whip flew at him. He drew in a hitched breath as a kick found its way to his ribs. His breaths became gasps and his gasps into whimpers. His body trembled against his will, but never once did he give them the satisfaction of breaking him. His lips moved in a silent prayer for unconsciousness, but never did it come.
When the blows suddenly stopped, Legolas found himself opening his eyes and oddly the first thought in his mind was not about himself, but for Aragorn. He raised his head and gave a sigh of relief when he saw that Aragorn was resting where Trulyn had set him.
"Give it to him now." Legolas froze as Cylon bent down before him and smiled malevolently. He grabbed Legolas's mouth and forced it open. The Elf's eyes widened with surprise and he jerked away, but Cylon's grip was strong. The contents of the clear liquid were poured into his mouth and almost immediately an excruciating pain was running throughout his entire body.
His blue eyes blinked once before his body broke into shudders. He slumped forward and gave a soft moan. His blue eyes were alert as ever, but clouded with pain. Pain lanced through his very veins. His brow was covered with a thin layer of perspiration, as did his chest. He moaned again and closed his eyes.
Cylon's lips curled. "Leave him," he spat. The men dropped Legolas and even before he hit the floor, the prince of Mirkwood was drifting off into darkness.
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When Aragorn's eyes fluttered open, the pain rushed back at him. His body ached and his head spun. He lay there, confused. "Legolas?" he called softly. He slowly sat up, wincing at the burning pain in his body. He looked about and around him Cylon's men sat, laughing and drinking.
He crawled to his feet when his movements caught the attention of one silent man. "You awake," the man commented neutrally. Aragorn glared at him. "Where is Legolas?!" he demanded angrily. The man tipped his head to the side. "Your Elf companion is over there."
Aragorn followed Trulyn's movement and saw a small, lithe figure laying on the ground not far away. He stumbled towards the Elf, stumbling upon the roots and uneven ground. He fell to his knees in front of his friend and drew in a sharp breath. The prince's back was covered in hideous lashes that licked its way onto his chest. His hair was limp and his chest covered with bruises.
"Oh, Legolas," he whispered. He slowly turned the Elf to his side, feeling for broken bones. The Elf's eyes fluttered open and he moaned as Aragorn's fingers brushed against his ribs. "Broken," Aragorn muttered angrily.
"Aragorn?" Legolas said thickly. He blinked at the man, dazed, when suddenly he gave a whimper and curled up as if he was cold. Aragorn felt the Elf's brow and found it feverish. "Ara-" Legolas gasped. His eyes were tightly shut and he was trembling.
"Legolas," Aragorn said in a hushed voice, worried. When his friend did not reply, Aragorn said more urgently, "Legolas!" The Elf's eyes opened, but they were dull with pain. "Aragorn," he gasped. "Yes, nin mellon! It is me!" Aragorn whispered. The Elf struggled to sit up, but let out a soft hiss as pain shot through his slender frame. He sank back against the ground and rubbed his head.
"What happened?" he mumbled. Aragorn quieted Legolas with a finger to his lips. "I'm afraid I don't remember much," Aragorn admitted. Legolas nodded and pursed his bloodied lips. "You fainted. . . and. . . they made me drink something."
Aragorn frowned. 'What? What did they make you drink?" Legolas shook his head and winced slightly. "I do not know, Aragorn," he said, almost exasperated. "What of the horses?" Aragorn prodded. "What of them?" Legolas shot the ranger an irritated glare.
"I don't know," he snapped. Constant bursts of pain shot throughout his entire body and Aragorn's pestering questions did not help. Aragorn gave him a small smile. "Forgive me, I was eager to know-"
"It is okay." Legolas shivered again. "You can make it up by helping me up." Aragorn gave a meek grin but denied, "You're in no condition to sit up let alone stand." The Elf gave an frustrated growl and retorted, "Well, it certainly won't help if I am laying here like this." Aragorn's grin faded a bit. "Legolas," he informed sternly. "At least two of your ribs are broken. It would not be wise to move."
Legolas gave him an annoyed glare but made no attempt to sit up. Silence fell upon the two. Finally Legolas asked, "Have you tried calling for Feransul and Dinlhach?" Aragorn looked at the Elf, startled. "Nay, I have not," he answered. A slight frown settled on his handsome face when he realized what Legolas was plotting. "We cannot escape now, you are in no condition to-"
"How do *you* feel," Legolas interrupted. Aragorn feigned a look of innocence. "I am fine," he replied. In truth, his head spun and his entire body felt sluggish and sore. Legolas raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "*Indeed*," he noted. "Then if you are fine enough to travel, then I will be as well."
Aragorn shook his head and scolded, frustrated, "Did you not *hear* me, or are the ears of elves not as sharp as everybody says?" Legolas sniffed and gave a wicked smile. He let out a low, soft whistle. The ranger clamped his hand over the Elf's mouth and silenced his friend.
"What do you think you're doing?" he whispered angrily, grateful that no one at the camp besides the two of them had heard the whistle. Legolas pulled away from the ranger's hand, but instantly winced at the pain in his ribs. Aragorn's look of anger melted into concern. "Legolas?"
"I am fine," he answered, bitter at his vulnerability. He quickly and skillfully diverted the conversation back to the horses. "They are here," he murmured. Aragorn peered behind Legolas's shoulder at the dark shadows of the forest. "Who?" he asked. Legolas rolled his eyes and managed a light laugh though it pained him to no end.
"Are humans *that* forgetful?" he teased. "The horses are here of course!" Aragorn shot him a worried look. Legolas, seeing the look, muttered, "No, Aragorn. I am *not* losing my mind." Aragorn smiled and stated firmly, "Even if the horses are here, there is no chance that you can or may ride." Legolas gazed at him neutrally, his normally merry eyes suddenly empty and cold.
"Is that so?" he taunted in a voice that was his but yet so unfamiliar. The ranger shuddered at the Elf's sudden iciness. "Legolas?" He placed a hand on the Elf's shoulder and the prince blinked a few times, his blank eyes returning to normal. "How do you fare?" Aragorn asked concerned.
"Fine." Legolas insisted, glancing at the hand on his shoulder. "Why do you ask, Aragorn?" The man blinked. Surely the Elf knew why he was asking. "The way you acted. . ." he voiced. Legolas frowned. "What do you mean?" Aragorn's mouth opened and closed a bit.
"You mean to tell me, Legolas, that you do not remember what you just said to me?" Aragorn's worries grew as he watched Legolas frown and reply, "I was about to tell you that if I signal them, they will come in a moment's notice." The ranger frowned. "That is not what you said to me, Legolas," he said. Legolas looked startled. "You mean to tell me that I did not tell you - and that - I did not say what I thought I did?"
Aragorn shook his head. "You were rather cold and distant," he answered softly. Legolas's look of worry, spiked a flash of fear in Aragorn. He decided to ease both their minds and turn their attention somewhere else. "Can you call the horses?" Aragorn asked. Legolas nodded and added, "This is our only chance of escaping, nin mellon. We have to take it." Aragorn gave a hesitant nod and asked, "But you cannot ride." Legolas waved him off and sat up, masking the pain with a bright smile.
"I am fine," he reassured. The ranger looked unconvinced but agreed quietly. The Elf gave a slow, soft whistle and as he had said, Feransul bounded out of the bushed. There was an instant uproar at the camp as Dinlhach followed the white steed's entrance.
"Do not let them escape!" Cylon screamed. "Or the One will have our heads!" The men scurried towards the two figures and even Trulyn seemed alarmed. He jumped up, black cape swirling around him. He drew his sword that flashed brilliantly in the firelight and leapt after the men.
Legolas grimaced as he struggled up. Aragorn pulled him up quickly and as gently as he could. "Get on Dinlhach!" Legolas ordered. He clutched to his own steed's mane and climbed on heavily. His face tightened with pain and he paled. Aragorn, abroad his copper horse, watched worried.
"Legolas!" he shouted above the noise. One of Legolas's arms wrapped around his ribs protectively while the other held onto Feransul's mane. He whispered a command to the overjoyed horse and immediately disappeared into the dark. Aragorn hesitated, looking back to the camp. "Legolas!" he called. He spurred his horse on and found Legolas waiting for him.
The Elf's face was pale and pain was etched into his fair features. He bents over his ribs, biting his lips. "Legolas," Aragorn said softly. "I need to get our weapons. I know where they are."
"Do not be foolish," Legolas argued weakly. His face was contorted in pain and he did not seem to have the energy to argue. "Please," Aragorn pleaded. Legolas looked uncertain, but shook his head firmly. Aragorn would not obey the Elf's orders. "If you do not hide, you will be caught. If you follow, you will not keep up," the ranger snapped. The world spun around him, but the Elf was not as alert as usual and he was able to get away with this. . . for now.
Legolas bit his lip and nodded. "May Elbereth watched over you," he murmured. Aragorn gave him an encouraging smile and he spurred his horse and disappeared. "Come, Feransul," Legolas whispered. He smiled wickedly despite his pain. "I never did say if I was going to follow or not."
Feransul tossed his head and gave a neigh. His bright eyes seemed to be shining with amusement as he sped off in Dinlhach's direction.
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King Thranduil's dark lashes fluttered against his pale face and his emerald green eyes opened. The Elvenking sat up slowly in bed, looking around. He arose and opened his wardrobe where a set of teal robes hung. He picked at the fine material before taking it out and taking off his own wrinkled shirt. As he tossed his cotton shirt to the side, he studied his lithe chest and shook his head in disgust.
"I swear I will never skip a meal again," Thranduil muttered darkly as he glared at his thin, frail body. He shook his head again and pulled the teal shirt over his head. He changed his leggings and found himself staring at the mirror again. His hands drifted to his silvery blond hair, which was a shade lighter than his wife's.
"She has gone, he thought to himself firmly, and when your duties in Mirkwood are finished, you will see her again! He cursed at himself for being so weak and hastily combed his hair. He did not dare spare the mirror even a glance as he exited the room.
The hallway was quiet and still as Thranduil headed towards the Healer's Room. The king frowned and quickened his step. His robe danced about his feet as he came to a sudden halt outside the Healer's Room. Thranduil placed his hand on the golden knob, but hesitated.
"This is foolish," he grumbled in a dwarvish manner. "Why should I-" He let out a exasperated sigh and did not even make an attempt to finish his sentence. Instead, the Elvenking opened the door and stepped into the room.
The healers looked up, surprised and among them, were Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, and Gandalf. "Thranduil," Gandalf greeted merrily. "You are well?" Thranduil shot the wizard a wry smile. "Indeed," he replied. "My thanks to Lord Elrond and yourself."
Gandalf gave a merry chuckle before turning back to his patient. Thranduil gave a shake of his head and greeted Elladan and Elrohir, choosing purposely to ignore Elrond.
"Good morning, Sons of Elrond." Thranduil offered them a smile, and watched as both gracefully stooped into frantic bows. He laughed and shook his head. "I insist you do not do that," he opined. Elladan exchanged a bewildered look with his twin. "I doubt Legolas bows to your father when he sees him," Thranduil added. The twins' faces split into wild grins and Elrohir spoke, "Forgive us, King Thranduil, for bowing like fools every time we catch even the slightest sight of you."
The healers stilled and looked on with interest as the king of Mirkwood burst into melodious laughter. Elrond smiled and said suddenly, "It is funny how you should be ignoring the healer who tended to you in your hour of need." Thranduil smiled in a carefree manner he never showed in court.
"If you jest, it is not very funny," he teased lightly. "I have heard that your sons are better healers than you, but I must say, that rest has indeed helped me." Elrond smiled and said sternly, "I will join you in the Dining Hall in a few minutes." Thranduil shook his head and retorted, "I am not hungry." Elrond's gaze narrowed to a silent warning and his voice, free of jest, ordered, "It was not a request, Son of Oropher."
Thranduil green eyes flamed to life and he gave the Elf a thin smile, "Nor do I, *Son of Earendil.*" Elrond snorted and replied, "Then I shall not take lightly to it." Gandalf shook his head and suddenly commanded, "Both of you shall leave the room! You leave the wounded no rest!" Elrond glanced at the wizard, startled and Elladan and Elrohir burst into laughter.
Thranduil groaned and muttered, "I never expected an elderly man to command me in my own realm." He grumbled and left the room in a flurry of teal robes. For the briefest moment, Elrond swore he had seen a twinkle in the wizard's eyes.
"What are you waiting for, Elrond of Imladris?" Gandalf questioned, the twinkle in his eyes hidden. Elrond met his gaze evenly before departing. As the door closed behind him, Elladan's shoulders shook with silent laughter. The Istar noticed this and raised an eyebrow. The prince shut his mouth and laughed no more.
Outside, Elrond found Thranduil gazing over the forests of Mirkwood from an open balcony. If the Elvenking had heard his approach, he gave no mention. "You really *must* eat," Elrond commented after some time. Thranduil shot him an amused look, but did not answer.
A soft breeze was blowing in the outskirts of Mirkwood, or so the faraway trees showed. Thranduil's green darkened as they studied the dark clouds littered across the sky for miles. "There will be a storm," he said, worried. "I pray that our sons are not caught up in it."
"As do I," Elrond agreed. The soft breeze grew stronger and stronger until it blew Thranduil's golden hair into his eyes. "Shall we go back inside?" Elrond queried as the first drops of rain fell from the dark sky that was bright moments ago. Thranduil faced the Elf-Lord, whose own hair was as windblown as his. "Aye," the king of Mirkwood replied, smiling. "I fear an Elf of Rivendell will become angry if I am late to lunch." Elrond laughed and headed inside, Thranduil following closely behind.
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Light rain fell from the dark sky. As Aragorn spurred Dinlhach faster, the branches of the trees flew by. He circled around the camp and came to a halt as he neared the few men that had not run after him.
Near the near-extinguished fire lay his sheathed sword and daggers as well as Legolas's own bow and quiver and daggers. The ranger smiled grimly. "Run fast, Dinlhach," he whispered to the horse. Dinlhach bobbed his copper head silently. Readying himself, Aragorn gave a light kick to Dinlhach's side and the two were bursting out of the bushes.
The men cried out in alarm as the great horse drew near them and many jumped out of its thundering path. Aragorn grabbed Dinlhach's halter and bend down as far as he could over the side. His hand waved wildly for a moment before he caught hold of a leather strap: It was Legolas's quiver.
He pulled the quiver upon his own back and made another attempt to grab the weapons. His hand enclosed on his swords hilt and Aragorn gave a successful grin. "Legolas's bow!" a voice screamed in the back of his head. "A quiver of arrows is useless without a bow!"
"Dinlhach!" he ordered above the shouts and rain. He nudge the horse's side again. Dinlhach made another turn by the men and Aragorn grabbed at the pile of weapons. He sat upright and drew Legolas bow closer to him. In a tangle of leather straps was Legolas's two daggers, and his own longer dagger.
He turned Dinlhach to the forest and disappeared into the trees, leaving the chasing men with ease.
"Aragorn!"
A sudden call grabbed the ranger's attention. "Legolas?" he yelled. The woods around him was quiet and far from the riot at the camp. A white shape appeared and Aragorn breathed with relief. Feransul was trotting towards them with an exhausted Elf atop him.
"You followed?" Aragorn asked in bewilderment. Legolas came close to shrugging as elves ever did. "You never told me to go on and I never said I would." Aragorn scowled. "I am now more likely to believe Dwarves when they say to never trust an Elf."
Legolas managed a small grin, but pain was etched into his fair features. Aragorn was not faring any better. Rain fell more heavily and the injuries did not help them. Aragorn's grip on reins tightened as a wave of nausea hit him. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision of the black dots that danced in front of his eyes.
The pained Elf did not notice, for his eyes were beginning to dim and his shoulders, slump. One arm was curled around his ribs protectively when finally he said, "We should move." Aragorn nodded and nudged Dinlhach on despite his weary body.
Their journey into the woods was perilous and exhausting. The rain fell endlessly from the sky, soaking them. Legolas noticed Aragorn shivering and said as loudly as he could manage, "Take my cloak. It is more resistant to water than the cloaks Elves of Rivendell wear." Aragorn shook his head numbly and replied hoarsely, "I am *not* cold." Legolas rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Not this again, *human*," he muttered. "Elves do not become cold as easily as humans do." Aragorn shivered, but did not deny. Legolas straightened up as painlessly as he could. His arms moved from their place at his side and pulled off his cloak. He handed it to Aragorn, biting his lip for his side seemed to burn with a never ending pain.
"Thank you," the ranger mumbled. Legolas nodded and said no more. Suddenly, something dropped from the branched above, spooking the horses. They reared back, nearly tossing their riders off. Legolas bit back a cry as he was jerked back. He calmed Feransul and looked to see how Aragorn fared. The ranger's proud stature was slumped and his eyes dull, but Dinlhach had calmed. His attention was turned to the figure before them.
"What do you do here?" the voice was suspicious, but not at all harsh as Cylon and his men. "I am Strider, Ranger of the North. And this is my companion, Beleru," Aragorn replied. The hooded figure pulled down the dark hood to reveal a dark-haired Elf.
Her aqua eyes flashed as she studied the weary travelers before her. Her stone expression softened, bringing a kinder touch to her face. "I am called Lomywen and my friend Urylia is amongst us as well."
Legolas's found his eyes drifting into the leaves of the trees. "Among the trees?" he questioned softly. Lomywen glanced at him, surprised. "Aye," she answered. She sheathed the sword she had pulled out.
"You are right, Master Elf," said a melodious voice from behind Legolas. The prince of Mirkwood did not turn, for his side constantly ached. He merely smiled and retorted, "You are Urylia, I presume?"
A female Elf appeared before him. Her golden hair, a shade darker than Legolas's, was tied back in a loose ponytail, and her teal eyes shone with amusement.
"You are not well, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood," she commented softly. Aragorn and Legolas exchanged surprised looks. "You know me?" Legolas questioned stiffly. "Aye," she answered, a slight smile blossoming upon her face. "Your title has been spoken of before in Lorien."
"You are from Lorien?" Aragorn asked. Lomywen nodded and studied the ranger with narrowed eyes. "Why do you not give us your true name, ranger?" she demanded. Aragorn gave a slight laugh. "I am named Estel, son of Elrond."
Lomywen was not satisfied. "I have heard of you," she commented. "You must be the human with many names." Aragorn laughed again and answered, "Indeed!" Urylia's grip on her bow tightened.
"It is not wise to tarry in the forests of Byrium," she said softly. "Come with us, we shall lead you to shelter." Legolas gave a weary nod. "But what of horses?" he asked. His voice came weaker than he had intended and the Elves of Lorien looked upon him, alarmed.
"Wounds," Lomywen hissed darkly. "You are not strong enough to ride alone, Urylia and I shall take you there." Aragorn hesitated, but one glance at Legolas was enough to change his mind. The ranger gave an abrupt nod and Lomywen climbed upon his steed. Her lithe arms went around him and she murmured words of assurance to his horse.
"Relax," she whispered into his ear from behind. "We shall not lead you into danger." Aragorn's eyes closed and he allowed sleep to seep into him. Lomywen smiled fondly at the sleeping man and resisted the urge to laugh. Besides her, Urylia was carefully shifting her weight upon Feransul, concerned that she may harm Legolas.
"Tell me if I pain you," she said softly. Her slender body leaned forward as she prepared to ride. Legolas laughed softly. With a soft command, Feransul was off, Dinlhach following closely.
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**Song excerpted from Lord of the Ring: The Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack.
[A/N:] *rubs eyes blearily* Aha! Finished the fifth chapter! *celebrates* I thank every one of my readers and reviewers a thousand times. Without you guys, I don't think I could've continued this! Anyway, for those who did not see my age at the beginning of this chapter: I AM 12! Hehe! I must say, my writing *is* crummy isn't it? *sighs hopelessly* I hope my writing *does* get better as I age!
Must Reads:
Scribe: Field of Battle (anyone want to see a very, sexy, not to mention angry Legolas?)
Littlefish: Hostage of Hate (I must warn you that Elves do not do well in cages!)
E.M. Theis: Endless Knot (Legolas. . .stabbed? *gasp*)
Cassia: Stars of Harad (Amnesia? Memory-loss? Whatever it is, Aragorn has it.)
Theses are to keep you guys entertained while I work on my chapters. All I know for sure is that there IS going to be a sequel to this after I finish 'Well Met Indeed' (which will probably go up to about 10 chapters) and major angst in that upcoming sequel. *evil smile* Well, I'm tired :P Good- Bye for now! [end]
