Chapter 7:

The group practicly growled out their fury as they came to the spot. It was at the bottom of a cliff that a waterfall ran off of into a fast moving river. On other circumstances Aragorn would have enjoyed the soothing melody of the water. Instead he loathed it. They had passed this same exact spot three times before. His head dropped and eyes closed as Gimili yelled out his fury. When he finally looked back up somthing caught his eyes.

A piece of whit cloth.

"What.......?"

He got off his horse and walking to it, bent down and picked it up. The others looked at their King curiously wondering what he had found. Gimili off in his own world was still yelling. Aragorn shouted at him. He quickly turned to Aragorn and when he saw the cloth in his hands jogged over. Taking his gaze from the cloth, Aragorn looked around at the area. Something caught his eye. There was a form sitting up against the rocks near the waterfall.

Aragorn ran over to it and after his heart filled with joy recognizing the figure, his heart was quickly consumed with horror. He came to the figure and knelt down onto one knee.

"Oh Legolas......"

His eyes were closed and Aragorn almost thought him for dead. But then he noticed the slight raising of his chest. He nearly wept his relief. The others finally came over and Gimili was was too startled to do anything but drop to his knees. Tears filled his eyes. Their friend's body was hardly recognizable. It was so torn up and mutilated he hardly looked like an Elf. As Aragorn looked for his wounds his gaze came to a knife wound in his shoulder. The skin around it had become black.

Gimili seeing it too opened his mouth to tell Aragorn, but Aragorn had already begun to clean it up with his supplies a soldier brought to him. Aragorn moved steady and thoroughly as he cleaned and treated the wound finally coating it with athelas. Inside he was torn up, but he knew his friend would live. If they had come any later, the poison would have taken him. He thanked the Valor for whatever miracle had lead them to find him. He shut his eyes and bowed his head in thanks. Gimili took it for the worst.

"He is dead Aragorn? No! It cannot be." His head dropped also.

"You have not so easily lost faith in your friend have you? Legolas is too stubborn to die on us."

Gimili's eyes lit up. "So he's not.....?" His voice was gruffer then usual with emotion.

Aragorn shook his head.

"Good. Because when we get back to Gondor and he awakes, I'm going to give this crazy Elf a piece of my mind for traveling alone."

"Now that's the Dwarf I know." Everyone jumped with the sound of Legolas's voice.

They looked down and saw his eyes look up at them with only a slight trace of fever but with a noticable sparkle. Aragorn sighed in relief.

"Yourlate."

Gimili scoffed. "Well, you made it hard enough for us. How on Middle Earth did you get out here anyway? You don't look fit enough to walk Elf. We passed by here three times."

Legolas smiled. "If it weren't for Nilavar, I'd still be in the dungeon."

Aragorn frowned. "Nilavar?" He put his hand on Legolas's forehead to check how bad his temperature was but it was only a slight one. "Legolas.........."

But Legolas's eyes shut with his exhaustion before he heard the res of Aragorn's words.