Ok, so here is another chapter and now the question response thingy!

No fear grumpy , Estel called himself a 'filthy human'. He enjoys doing that in front of Legolas and his brothers, well at least in Linwen and me's stories. And if I told you that he did or did not it would ruin the story. So sorry, can't yet. And more poor Legolas in this chapter. :) Thanks for reading. Hehe. I enjoy your reviews immensely.

Haha, yes Linwen is not to be mistaken with the- Hey! Lingwen is not an evil person. She was just worried and she-well you can read this next chapter and she will explain. Thanks Linwen!

Hehe, yes BabeyRachey . After a few chapters of being a little mad, sad, and depressed I think he will finally feel a bit better. And poor Estel is right, though in this chapter, it may show him a bit more active. It's kinda cute actually. :) Looking forward to your reviews!!!!

WOW! Ymmas Sirron actually wrote in non-caps lock!! Hehe. Yes, I usually hate him too. Well, maybe not hate him, just do not like him as much as Aragorn. But I am glad you feel bad for him. :) I do too. Hehe. Thanks for reading!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Frisha, it is REALLY sad. Poor Leggy! Poor Estel!!! Poor everybody!!! :) Hope you like this chapter!!!

Ok, so onto the chapter!! PLEASE R&R! NO FLAMES!!!!

Chapter 3

Groaning gently, Legolas rolled over.

His mind played tricks and tried to make him believe that yesterday had never happened, that it was all just some big jest that Aragorn, of course, had partaken in. But no!

It was true, and even though his mind tried to lie and trick him, his heart told him all that he already knew, and surprisingly, it felt as if a piece of him had been ripped off.

A soft rattling at the door brought him out of his hazy thoughts, he jerked up noticing the sun on his pale features that reflected in the lone mirror that stood to one side, his dresser on the right holding another lone item.

Looking about the room he noticed it looked as if a burglary had taken place while he had been asleep, nightshirts were strewn out all over the floor and that was odd considering he wore no shirt at all, only his sleep breeches, and those also were dropped in various places about the floor.

A chair had been tipped over and a blanket had been kicked off the bed in his nightmarish sleep.

Shrugging inwardly he dropped his head into his pillow, stifling a yawn.

"Legolas?" a rough voice came from behind the door, it was not rough because of anger or worry but because it belonged to the only adan in Mirkwood.

Aragorn had always had a rougher voice than an elf, though it was just as soft as any other human boy, it was only the fact that Estel lived in an perfect world and he himself was not perfect.

Lifting his blonde head up, the prince sighed.

"Come in Estel."

He watched wearily as the door swung open softly and the young seventeen year-old edged his way in, making good use of his staff.

"Legolas? I just wanted to check on you, to make sure you were alright, you were really distracted last night and yo-"

The words trailed off into a surprised cry as Estel missed one of the shirts with his staff and tripped, falling headlong to the floor.

His head banged hard on the floor and he groaned as he struggled to find his arms again, trying to get up with the help of his sight-staff.

Legolas was by his side in an instant, pulling the young man up with him, smiling sadly at him.

"You alright mellon nin?" he asked eyes the bruise that stood out on Aragorn's forehead, against the pale skin.

"Wow." Estel groaned softly, rubbing the bruise on his head. "What did you do last night, invite the newly weds over to celebrate?"

The prince chuckled, no matter the joke, and helped Aragorn sit down on the bed.

Legolas began to clean his room, swinging the fallen blankets and clothes on the now upright chair he grimaced and pulled a, hopefully, clean tunic over his blonde head.

"Well, you should be able to walk through peacefully now Estel." he murmured, and was again surprised when he was answered.

"That is very good news, I would rather not die because of these-" he pointed to his clouded gray eyes and smiled at Legolas. "I came to ask if you word like to come to the practicing court with me, my brothers are meeting me there to retrain me, it should be-" he hesitated thinking on the training he had taken when he had been young. They had trained him then also and he remembered taking on some bumps and bruises that had pained him for weeks. "a pit of Morgoth." he confessed grinning, "But hey! We have already tried to kill ourselves more than once, what could it hurt."

Smiling, Legolas nodded softly and then agreed in his language. "Ye mellon nin, I would be happy to accompany you to your doom."

Aragorn laughed shaking his head wryly. "Well, if it is going to be my doom, then it will be yours as well. YOU got me into this and I am not going alone."

"How did I do this?" the prince asked strapping on his quiver full of arrows, his boy and his one ivory, handled knife.

"You just had to rescue that load of elves and then you just had to get locked in a cage separate from my own and you had to be in the one stubborn cell that would not open!"

The prince resisted the urge to laugh at his friend and pulled him up off the bed, handing Estel back his staff.

"Oh come now, I was not going to let you have all the fun! It is truly not fair that you got to break all your bones because of a troll and then let me carry you back half-way before I have to abandon you to the cold. I wanted to do that part!"

"Well, the Valar obviously wanted me to freeze half to death and you to be taken over by crazy minded elves."

This time, Legolas had to laugh as he and the human walked out the door and started down the long hall.

"The things we have been through Estel? No one would believe them!"

~_~

"Right! Parry! Block!"

Panting, Estel did the moves in swift strokes, then blocked against his older brother.

Elrohir sat to the side, watching with Legolas. Elladan was now taking his turn, re-teaching Estel how to use the blade and hopefully, after much practice, oh yes, much, much practice, it would pay off and Aragorn would be able to fight against his foes, blind or not.

"He is doing well?" Legolas tried to make conversation to keep from thinking on Lingwen and Taran.

Elrohir chuckled, "Yes, apart from the fact that Elladan is saying all the instructions, he is just following."

"I know. But at least he remembers that."

The younger twin nodded softly, "Aye to that."

"Think he could shoot a bow?"

Elrohir laughed softly, "I'd like to see him try."

Standing to his feet, the prince made his way over to where Aragorn and his brother were practicing.

"Elladan, I want to train him now."

Smiling, the older twin nodded and turned to make his way back to the bench where his twin sat, idly watching.

"No! I will need you for this." he stopped at the voice of the prince and turned around to face the most smug grin he had ever seen.

~_~

"Legolas, I do not think this is a very good idea, what if he misses?"

"Your confidence in me is over whelming." Estel said blankly as he pulled the bow up before his eyes and pulled back on the arrow as he normally would have.

"Good, now! Wait for Elladan." the elven prince instructed softly.

He looked up to see the twin's fearful eyes on him as he stretched himself and took one last horrified look at the target just inches above his dark head.

Legolas could almost not help himself at Elladan's fear, the older twin gulped and raised his voice.

"Fire Estel!"

As if he was some sort of machine, Aragorn let the string go, it twanged harshly and he listened with his own inner fear as the arrow screeched through the air.

The young man's heart lept out as he waited, he heard no cry when the arrowhead bored into the board.

A few moments passed, they were long and tedious moments where Aragorn stood.

"Whoa!" Elladan's voice was that of a shocked and overjoyed elf.

"Estel, you hit it." Legolas said from beside him in an astonished voice, you hit the third ring from the target!"

Aragorn felt himself enveloped in a hug and shook forcibly.

Soon, even more force was pressured on his sides and he gasped. He heard his brothers and friends voices at his sides and he smiled, leaning into them.

Moments later, the hugging had stopped and they were walking down the hall to the kitchen to get some lunch, Mistan ran by them, smiling broadly, his blonde hair wavering.

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!" he chanted softly, turning round so he could face Aragorn, but the man did not seem to see him.

"Yes Mistan, lunch time." Elrohir chided, pushing the little elf in the direction of the dining hall while his brother and friend helped Estel along the way to make sure he did not trip or fall.

"Why Estel no look at me?" the confused elf asked, looking hurt, as if a friend had just betrayed him.

Elrohir and Mistan were a fair ways ahead, and even though Aragorn was blind and could hear much better, he doubted the young man could here as far as they were.

Holding Mistan's hand and leading him along so he walked straight instead of crouched, "Well Because he can not see you. His eyes don't work anymore Mist." Elrohir's voice was filled with visible pain, he hurriedly wiped the tears from his eyes.

Just the thought of his little brother not being able to ever see again weighed on his heart.

"How can eyes not work?" the littler elf asked, confused by the new information and starting to worry that his own eyes would stop working.

The twin smiled sadly, "We will have a better talk of this later. Right now I think we should eat." he gestured to the room that rose before them.

~_~

Legolas watched as the two elves went further forward, he smiled.

Mistan had not yet known of Aragorn's disability and he was worried that he would take it hard, he was glad Elrohir had done it.

A soft voice behind him caught his attention and he turned, taking Aragorn around with him, he almost frowned, but forced himself to smile.

"Lingwen? What a pleasure it is to meet with you, Where is Lord Taran?"

The blonde maiden shook her head, tears forming in her eyes at the memories. Memories of happiness with he beloved. But now, Legolas was nothing more than a friend, but oh how she wished it could be different, why had she been so stupid, if she would have listened to Elrond, things would be different.

"Legolas I-"

She looked to Aragorn and saw the clouds in his once deep silver eyes. She frowned and put a hand on Estel's' shoulder.

"I came to wish Estel well, I talk with Lord Elrond and heard of the horrible injuries that he has taken, losing your sight must be dreadful."

She tried to change the subject away from her and Legolas's relationship, but each time she looked at him, a pang of guilt and horror filled her heart and mind, numbing her, making her head spin.

'Does he not care anymore?' she asked herself softly, trying to smile at the three beings before her.

Legolas's own heart was hammering in his chest and sweat was beading along his forehead, he hated that he had cause the most beautiful woman in all Arda so much pain, he hated it! He wanted to curl up into a little ball and die.

"Aye, it is. But we are finding a way around it and I am becoming an outstanding archer as well as sword master."

She smiled, a smile of innocence and hope toward him. "That is wonderful news."


Elladan smiled and nodded to Lingwen. "I am sorry Milady Lingwen. We must leave now, Estel wanted the best seat at the table." he grinned at his younger brother's whispering protests. "Fair thee well."

"Thank you lord Elladan, Lord Estel, Lord Legolas."

She made to turn back, but a hand stopped her, she turned her head to look into two silver-blue eyes, eyes that were filled with ghastly amounts of emotional pain.

"I wish to speak with Lady Lingwen for a moment." Legolas said softly without turning his eyes away from her.

"Alright, we will save you a seat."

With that, the two brothers began down the hall, not worrying about Legolas and Lingwen. Just hoping that they would make up, Estel knew how hard it had been on Legolas when Taran had first told him, he knew it had brought pain into the young prince's life.

But he did not stop, he could not run back, he required someone else to help him with that now, and he was not about to ask Elladan, so with a heavy heart and pounding mind, he followed his brother, Elladan's strong hand clasped around his wrist.

~_~

Feels like my touch only brings back the pain,

Someday those memories will-fade-away.

-Clay Aiken

Bringing a hand up, Legolas brought a stray hair away from Lingwen's face, she brought her head down and tears welled up in her bright blue eyes.

She looked up at him and he saw that she was not happy, her eyes showed the agony that she was in each time he was near.

"Lingwen, I-" he stopped, sliding down the wall and burying his face in his own pale hands, keeping the pain inside for so long had only made it worse and now he gave out short sobbing breaths.

He hated seeing the woman that he had gloated and bragged over married to someone else.

He was sure that Taran treated her well, he had no doubts about that, but it was just the thought of it, the whole thought of living each day beside Taran and Lingwen while they held hands and kissed, it made him feel sick.

"Legolas," she knelt down beside him, her fingers brushing the scar on his head that was slowly fading away." I love you, nothing can ever change that. And I truly did not mean to marry Taran. I thought you were dead, I was sure of it. And being alone forever made me sick. So-"

The prince sobbed. "So you let your hope in me die!" he shot back, sounding more angry than he truly was.

Lingwen rubbed his cheek dry with her soft fingers.

"I am sorry." he whispered softly. "It's just, I do not know how I will live without you Lingwen. I love you."

She smiled and stood up, pulling him with her, she looked back behind her and saw Taran coming with one of his men, it looked like he was explaining the plans that he and Lingwen had made. She nodded.

"Listen Legolas. You will not have to live with this pain forever. You must except this fate. Maybe Eru saw someone much brighter and better in your future so He knocked me out of the picture. But please! Do not weep for what has been lost. You are to smart and stunning to loose all chances of love forever."

The prince could hardly hear her words, he could hardly think on what was being said. Why was she telling him all this now. It sounded as if she was leaving and never coming back, but that was not right.

"I must go, Taran and I have something to say at dinner and I need to join him, go back to your friend's Legolas. Estel will need you before the end. I feel it."

He nodded softly, and she looked around and gently kissed him upon the cheek, tears falling down her face.

"Namarie hir Legolas."

She turned and ran down the hall, he watched as Taran embraced her and kissed her forehead, smiling.

A look of defeat upon his pale and perfect face, he turned and walked back toward the dining hall.

TBC~

Ok, so that is it for this chapter. Next chapter should be here-soon- I guess, *Shrugs* Anyway, so Lingwen and Legolas have talked a bit longer now and Lingwen seems to be at peace, somewhat? And Legolas is not. So! Please no Flames!!!!! But I would really like dit f you reviewed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So please review and it will make me go faster !!!!!