Chapter 2

Dawn's light broke through the window.

"Ugh, my head," moaned Legolas. He felt like he had been run over by a hoard of orcs. His body ached; his throat hurt. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He rose slowly from the bed, his eyes half closed, trying to block out the light. He went into the refreshing room and washed his face. He called softly back into the room, "Aragorn, how do you feel today?" As he heard his voice he thought it sounded strange. 'What is wrong with me?' he thought.

He heard a smooth, familiar voice call back to him, and while he recognized it it did not sound like Aragorn. "Estel, is that you?"

"Yes, I don't know what's wrong with my voice this morning; it must be the cold."

"Are you feeling any better?"

"Actually, I feel great."

"Strange, because I feel awful."

"Really? I thought elves couldn't get sick." He paused, "I know elves can't get sick."

Legolas grabbed the brush and started pulling it through his hair. 'That's strange, there are so many tangles in my hair this morning,' he thought. He looked at the brush before looking into the mirror. He screamed.

"Legolas! Are you all right?" Legolas rushed into Aragorn's room. When the ranger saw him he froze. "Y....y...y....you're.....you're me!"

Legolas stood with his mouth hanging open. "And you're me!" The two rushed to the mirror on Aragorn's vanity. They stared at it, as if they believed that if they stared at it long enough it wouldn't be true. Aragorn moved his hand, but the reflection showed Legolas' hand moving. Legolas held his head in his hands, his head throbbing unmercifully. However, the mirror showed Aragorn's body holding his head.

Aragorn looked at his best friend. All he could see was himself. He smiled and started laughing.

"I don't see what is so funny right now, Aragorn."

"No wonder you wouldn't let me out of bed. I look awful!"

"Thanks," Legolas said dryly. "I feel like an oliphant ran over me a hundred times."

"You have no right to complain. You're getting better; imagine how I felt yesterday." He looked at Legolas carefully. "Why don't you get back into bed before you fall down?"

Legolas only nodded and started walking back towards the bed. About halfway there he slipped, but Aragorn was there to catch him before he fell. "So clumsy. Are you sure you were once an elf?"

"Your body is the thing that is clumsy. It won't listen to what I'm telling it to do."

"A fever will do that." Aragorn guided Legolas back to the bed, pulling the blankets up to his neck. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"I can get it myself."

"Just tell me what it is and you won't have to get out of bed."

"No, I can get it myself. I will not have you baby me!"

Aragorn stopped and smiled when he heard that. "Does that sound familiar?"

Only then did Legolas relent. "All right, can you bring me that brush? How can you stand to have your hair such a mess?"

"Easily. I don't have the time to brush it everyday like a certain prissy elf I know." Aragorn gave the brush to the glaring elf, trying his best to stop smiling. "Seems like someone gets a little grumpy when they're sick," he laughed. Legolas chose to ignore the statement and started pulling the brush through Aragorn's hair.

Aragorn winced as he saw the elf pull roughly at the tangles. "You're going to pull it all out, and I don't want to be bald if I ever get back into my body."

"What do you mean, 'if'? I, for one, do not plan to stay in your body for the rest of my life."

"I thought you wanted to know what it felt like to be human."

"Well, I should have been more careful about what I wished for."

"I wonder how this happened."

"I don't know. We should ask Gandalf if we see him."

"He's here?"

"Yes, and so is Saruman."

Legolas saw his body shiver. "I suppose you don't like him either?"

"He's just a little....eerie."

Legolas laughed and winced as his head started pounding again. "Should we tell Lord Elrond about this?"

"I don't know. I have a gut feeling that we shouldn't."

"Usually that is wrong and the reason we get into trouble."

"But I'm an elf now. Don't you have a natural intuition that helps you?"

"Okay, but we tell Gandalf, right?"

"Right."

"Tell me what?" The tall wizard, Gandalf the Grey, entered the room. "I heard that you weren't feeling well, Aragorn. Lord Elrond asked me to come up here and see if there was anything I could do to help you feel better."

The two friends looked at each other, not sure how to approach the topic.

"Is there something I need to know?"

"Well, Mithrandir, a strange thing happened this morning." Aragorn paused, not sure where to go from there.

"Yes, Legolas, continue your story."

"Well, I'm not Legolas. When we woke up, we realized that we...er...we....."

"We weren't in our right bodies," Legolas finished for him.

"I don't understand."

"I am not Aragorn, I'm Legolas, but I'm in Aragorn's body. And Aragorn is in my body."

"Are you sure the two of you did not just receive really big bumps on the head?"

"Mithrandir, please, ask me anything, anything that Legolas would know but Aragorn would not."

Gandalf looked skeptically at the ranger lying on the bed. He paused in though, thinking of the perfect question. "What was the name of the elven lady that you thought you would marry when you were a small child?"

"Mithrandir!"

Aragorn saw his face blush a deep crimson. "I want to know, Gandalf. Who was it?"

All eyes focused on the figure in the bed. Legolas muttered the answer so softly even Aragorn with his new elven hearing could not hear what he said.

"What?"

"Lady....," Legolas gave a pleading look to Gandalf, who only smiled. " Lady Galadriel."

Aragorn started laughing hysterically. "You...you...you..." He couldn't get the words out because he was unable to catch his breath.

"It's not that funny. My family was visiting Lothlorien and I fell from a tree. I was only five hundred years old, and she was the most beautiful elf I had ever seen. I developed a crush on her while she splinted my broken arm." However, his face (or rather Aragorn's) had not stopped blushing. Gandalf himself was chuckling, and Aragorn was forced to sit on the floor or fall down because he was laughing so hard. When Aragorn had composed himself enough to stand up he took one look at Legolas and started laughing again.

While he sat in a chair and tried to regain some control over himself again, Gandalf turned to Legolas. "Give him a couple of years, and he will forget it." Legolas only glared at Gandalf. "Well, since you are in Aragorn's body, how do you feel?"

"Awful."

Gandalf took out a thermometer. "Stick this under you tongue."

After three minutes Gandalf took the thermometer. "It's not that bad, only 101.2."

"It feels like 104."

From the corner Aragorn managed to shout, "How would you know? You've never had a fever before," before he started laughing again.

Gandalf mixed some herbs together in a tea. He muttered an incantation before giving it to Legolas. "Drink this, it should help you feel better."

Not knowing any better, Legolas took the tea and drank a huge gulp. His face blanched and he spit it out as soon as the nasty flavor registered in his brain. "Ugh, this tastes awful!"

Aragorn's laughing started anew. "You should know that all medicine tastes awful! Did you never wonder why I put up such a fight when I take mine?"

"I hate being human," Legolas muttered under his breath.

"Well, hopefully, you won't be for much longer." Gandalf started murmuring words in an ancient Istari language. He waved his staff around in a circle before planting it in the ground. There was a blinding flash of light before everything went black.

To Be Continued....

Author's Note: it's really not my best work, but here's the next chapter. I couldn't get what I really wanted to say in writing, so this will have to do.

To all my reviewers: Thank you so much! I really appreciate your comments.



Marbienl: So many questions! (However, that is not a bad thing.) Unfortunately, I cannot answer all of them just yet. Although, I can and will say that this is not the end; it is just barely the beginning. (I'm giving a hint as to whether Gandalf's spell will work.) Hopefully, I'll answer the rest of your questions in the coming chapters.

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Lili: I know I didn't let Legolas experience those things in this chapter, but I promise I will in later chapters, okay?

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