Not knowing

Summary: Legolas keeps quiet after being hit by a poison dart while fighting orcs when on his way to Rivendell, hoping to could deal with it himself. What he doesn't know is that things would turn ugly and will threaten his life. . . Can Estel and lord Elrond save him?

Slash free. PG for mild swearing.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, not matter how much I wish. . . especially Legolas.. *sobs *

". . . "- speech

'. . . ' thoughts

On with the story. . .

Prologue

'Better try and make a run soon, cant hold out much longer, too out- numbered. . . '

Plunging one of his twin knives into the stomach of an orc, Legolas quickly gazed around looking for a way to escape. Swiftly moving to the right to dodge a arrow that came flying towards him, his much strained ankle groan and gave way. He fell onto the ground.

He felt something hit his shoulder as he quickly got up. He continued fighting, under the stinging pain he felt at his shoulder. He looked about, he number of orcs had not changed much, and he caught sight of the trees. 'Got it.' He smirked.

He leapt onto the branches of the nearest tree in a split second, wincing slightly at the pain that shot up from his twisted ankle and shoulder. The orcs were stunned at the sudden disappearance of their 'dinner'. Legolas watched for a while before quickly moving away swiftly.

After running about an hour, Legolas stopped nearby a stream for a rest. He leaned heavily onto a tree, gasping for breath. He looked over for the first time after getting hit. He realized that it was a dart, he hadn't notice it before as he was concentrating on escaping from the orcs. Cursing, he wrapped his long slender fingers on the dart and pulled it out. Pain shot through his body as he bit his lip to stop himself from screaming out, eyes shut tightly.

Legolas took a look at the dart, and saw that the tip was in a very dark shade of green. He knew at once it was orc poison but the kind of poison was different. The colour of the poison was not the usual green, but much darker. He used his hands and pressed it against the wound to stop the bleeding.

'Damn, orc poison again. This looks different though, it's darker than the usual. Better keep this to myself. I hope I have enough experience to heal this. . . '

His thoughts trailed back to Rivendell, where he was heading to, and his best friends- Estel, Elladan and Elrohir. He also thought longingly about the comfortable bed and delicious food.

It had been almost two months since he left Mirkwood, he had been on patrol when he received a message from his father, to send a reply to the lord Elrond. It has been long since he had gone home.

Sighing, he took his hand off his shoulder to check if the bleeding had stopped. As he got up, a wave of dizziness hit him. He stumbled back, holding onto the tree next to him tightly. With the help of the trees and limped towards the stream. Too concentrated on not falling due to the dizziness, Legolas didn't notice that with each step he took, the blood stain on his tunic spreaded quickly. . .

Tbc..

I know this chapter is short. I will update soon, and I hope to update daily. PLS REVIEW!!! (the more reviews, the longer the next chapt. . . ) : p