Woohoo, I wrote this in an entire day, all my weeks of writers block disappeared in one afternoon and left me with great ideas. I'll have the next chapter up soon.

I found an error in my last sorry that I didn't fix after Kris sent it back to me. I don't know why, but I didn't catch it. The elvish translation I had was after the actual sentence to remind me what I had written, and I forgot to delete it when I posted and forgot to put the English translation at the bottom. I'll do that in this one.

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Chapter seven

When I Fall

"Don't tell me how life is

'cause I don't really wanna know

Don't tell me how this game ends

'cause we'll just see how it goes.

Catch me when I fall…"

-Three Doors Down

"Now…If I were a human, where would I lead an elf?" The question came from Elladan. He was sitting in a low crook of a tree, chin resting in hand and finger tapping his lips. A thoughtful expression graced his face. Elrohir lounged against the tree his brother was sitting in.

A fire crackled just off to his left, their hastily gathered supplies lying near it. Though the twins knew what they were after, they had no idea where Estel and Legolas might be. Both elves could track expertly, but the trick was finding where they had started from. They hadn't used the brothers escape route, and it had been difficult to track where they might have gone.

Elrohir idly fingered a green leaf from the tree, "Your problem might be brother, that you are trying to think to much like a human, and not enough as an elf would. It seems as if Estel is more elf than human most times."

Elladan stopped his tapping and peered down in surprise at Elrohir, "You are right, Estel would think more like us, wouldn't he? Why did I not see that before?"

Although the last seemed to be Elladan questioning himself, his brother was happy to answer. He swung up into the tree to crouch next to Elladan. "Because brother, I got the better half of our fathers intelligence."

A smile bloomed on Elrohir's face, his brother had yet to return a friendly barb. Just when he thought for once Elladan might not do anything, his hand shot out and caught Elrohir in the shoulder. His arms wind milled for a few seconds before he fell backwards off the low tree limb. He didn't land hard enough to knock the wind out of him, but it wasn't a soft landing either.

"You may be a quick thinker brother, but so am I." He jumped from the tree, his face deck in a smile to rival his brothers "And I have better balance." He stretched out his hand for Elrohir to take, but instead of taking the hand to get up, Elrohir pulled his brother down on the ground besides him. Upon tackling Elladan , he started one of their frequent wrestling matches.

Anyone watching would have thought they were going to kill each other, but in truth they were gentle enough to not beat each other too badly. They had had plenty of practice from wrestling with Estel when he was younger.

Both backed off panting, a wordless truce being called. Elladan rested a hand on Elrohir's shoulder as they walked the few steps to their camp. It was fairly late so they ate a cold supper from their pack. Game was plentiful and they could hunt on their way home if they wanted to.

Elrohir stood watch for the fist half of the night. He paced slowly around their camp. Even though he had faith that Estel could handle almost any situation that came his

way, he could not help the brotherly concern that he was feeling. Tomorrow they would pick up his and Legolas's tracks.

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Aragorn was all but dragging Col in the direction he was leading them. He wanted to run, to find Legolas, to make sure that he was all right. He had to be all right. Aragorn mentally checked himself, Legolas didn't have to bee all right. They both had gotten into these problems before, and they didn't always turn out for the best. He hoped, yes hope, hoped that Legolas was safe.

Col's mind was in a silent torment all of it's own. Aragorn looked like he was ready to tear apart the town, or his brother, to find the elf. For his brothers sake, he had hopefully left the elf alone. He was unsure whether to lead Strider to Dal or not. He didn't know whether Strider had any brothers, but surly he would do the same for them.

Surely Dal would not hurt Legolas? Or would he? Chewing his lip in frustration, Col looked around him, to Aragorn it might appear that he was looking for the next place to turn. Col's mind was far from that, he was looking for the best place to run if he should decide to flee. The night grew darker and the shadows longer as Col led the ranger on a merry dance of mixed feeling.

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Using an elves natural ability to blend in with the surroundings, Legolas dropped quietly from the trees, albeit heavily from the pain in his shoulder and torso. His attackers were not a hundred paces from him. Drawing in a slow breath to calm himself and just to get his breath back, Legolas walked a few paces.

For a moment the trees and the clearly visible town blurred and swam before his eyes. Leaning against a tree kept him from staggering, but before he could stop himself, a twig cracked under his abnormally heavy steps.

The noise alerted Dal and his fellow tormenter. Legolas felt the wind of an arrow as if pasted dangerously close to his ear. Pushing himself away from the tree, Legolas began a stumbling run. Darting behind a tree he scrambled into the nearest he could find and continued by air, the trees were thinner and he had to jump greater distances. Through unsteady vision, the elf saw that if he made one last jump, he could make it onto the top platform of the town.

Although that might have meant certain capture for the elf, it was at a late hour; not as many people were wandering the allies. At present it was his best option. Concealing himself in the treetops, he gathered himself for the leap, and with as much strength as he could muster, Legolas launched himself to the platform.

He nearly didn't make it, catching himself at the last moment, with both arms. He cried out when the pressure reached his bad arm. He forced himself to hang on with both arms, and haul the rest of him up as well. A few moments later, Legolas lay panting on his designated perch, but at the cost of being seen by Dal and his fellows.

Once again, the elf had an advantage over the. He was able to make the jump, but the humans would have to take on of the stairs that led to the second floor where Legolas was at. A sudden though struck Legolas. Where was he? Oh he knew he was on the second level, but where on it?

Both levels stretched for an astonishing large area. With no certain idea where the stairs were, Legolas stood stiffly from the ground, and slipped into an alley. A soft patter of boots one flight of the stairs announced the presence of two. One other must had taken the another flight of stairs, trying to corner the elf.

Legolas made no sound at all as he walked cautiously around a corner, trying to keep low. The effect of a stalking panther was only thrown of a little by the limp in Legolas's gait. How was he going to get out of this maze of allies and rows without being seen?

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Dal watched in startled amazement as the elf leaped across the great distance to the platform. Non of them could have ever made that jump. Dal had been sure the elf was going to fall when he didn't make it a clean leap. But the elf had somehow managed to get himself up. Cursing under his breath, Dal motioned for the other lads to follow him. They did without question.

Dal nodded toward the stairs they were to take and the ones he meant to. They were slow to pick up on things, but ant woodsman knew how to corner game. Although this might turn out to be one very interesting hunt, and the game might bite back.

Gripping his bow tightly Dal made his way up the stairs to the second level of the dais. Dal knew next to no real information about elves, the little that was real information was they could walk without sound. This seemed to be true, as he could not hear with quarry at all, even though he was sure this is where he was. The elf was here, he just needed to find him.

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Legolas was getting a bit anxious, he could not hear the other pair of feet he knew were supposed to be there. It was odd for the elf to not hear them, or even odder that Dal could walk so silently, but perhaps it had to do with how far away some things seemed to sound. Shaking his head as if to rid himself of this hindrance, Legolas rounded another corner. And almost ran headfirst into Dal.

Both blinked in surprise before they acted. Dal reached out an grabbed Legolas's collar and shouted a warning to the others. A few people popped their heads out of windows, Some went back inside. But a few eyes also widened at seeing Legolas. He could hear more scraping around and doors opening and shutting. They were going to have company in a while, and not for the best. With a groan that wasn't at all for his injuries, Legolas rammed his elbow into Dal's stomach, causing him not only to let go his hold on Legolas, but to cry out pain.

Legolas winced, they were going to think him dangerous and violent even more than they probably already did. Gather his feet beneath his, Legolas sprinted away from Dal and the growing crowd of people that would soon be after his blood.

Dodging lantern posts that cast warm puddles on the wooden floor, and dashing at a reckless speed around corners, Legolas ran for his life.

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Col had convinced himself that his brother would have done nothing to the gentle elf, and had worked up the nerve to lead Aragorn to the shed he knew his brother would sometimes sneak off to.

Strider burst into the room. The waning light showed what Aragorn had feared. Col's face emptied of blood, leaving it as white as snow.

The small room was in complete disarray. The table that was in one corner was on it's side and so were the two chairs that sat around it. A few straps and a stout stick lay under the rope that still hung from the beam.

With a none to silent elvish curse that would have shocked the roughest tavern sailor, had he known elvish, Aragorn kicked the stick lying on the floor. Col was afraid to look at Strider. Indeed, he was frightened to think what his brother had done to Legolas.

Looking at his boots, Col nearly jumped a foot in the air when Aragorn slammed his fist into the wall, resting his forehead against it.

"It looks like he had escaped, from the tracks outside. Though he is wounded." The words startled Col. He had not noticed the tracks outside the shack. Aragorn inhaled deeply, standing up to his full height. Even though Col himself was not that much shorter than Aragorn, the Dúnadan seemed to loom over the young man.

"I need to find him."

Col walked over to Strider, he did not flinch when his intense gaze was lowered to meet him eye to eye. Col laid a hand on Strider's shoulder. "We need to find him."

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Dal breathlessly finished his story to a crowd of angry towns people. The breathlessness was as much from mock fright as from the blow Legolas landed to his midsection.

"I tell ya, he was like a demon. Me, Klan, and Airen could hardly get away. He was goin' ta kill us I know it." Dal gestured to his friends that had helped beat Legolas. The nodded avidly in agreement. Behind the frightened mask, the young man was tying not to smile. Now that elf was going to get what he deserved. He was a bit worried about Strider showing up though. The ranger hadn't wanted Dal to touch the elf. But he got the distinct feeling that he had hated the elf just as much as he himself did. Strider shouldn't be too displeased. After all, the elf could still walk, that's all Strider was concerned about.

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Aragorn had to be around, he had to be. Hope, have hope. He and Aragorn had gotten out of worse than this. A few he could remember off the top of his head, a few he could not. He gasped for air, but kept running. He did not think the towns people would be pleased to see him after the picture Dal had no doubt painted to make him seem the adversary.

Their footsteps were pounding in his ears; they were after the "demon" that plagued their town. If he hadn't been running for is life, Legolas might have laughed. But it didn't seem the right time to be amused. He would have probably sounded hysterical if he tried.

The twists and turns of the narrow walkways and roads were sharp and Legolas didn't seem them almost until he was too late. Looking over his shoulder was the worst thing he could have done. A lantern post met him head on as he righted himself forward. Unable to slow his momentum, Legolas crashed into the post with more of a thud rather than an actual crash. Legolas was not aware he was on the ground until he felt the wood beneath his hands. Bright lights flashed and an unpleasant rolling in his stomach told him he just might be sick. Holding onto consciousness by a breaking thread and swallowing convulsively to keep the contents of his stomach down, Legolas pushed himself up on to unsteady legs. He staggered and held onto the lantern post, heaving raggedly.

After tottering a few steps, he made himself keep running at a dogged pace. The crowd of people was growing closer by the sound of it. Legolas was forced to halt so abruptly that he nearly fell of the ledge he had run into, looking down from the considerable height gave Legolas no fear. He was used to being in trees that were far higher. Glancing behind him, Legolas could see the torch light from the towns people and a few of the front runners.

An arrow whistled close to his leg before vanishing into the darkness. Legolas looked for any other way he could escape. There was none. They had cornered him as deftly as a cat catches a mouse. Despite the situation, Legolas smiled. A mouse was hardly an animal to compare himself to. Well, let them be surprised to find their cornered mouse turned out to be a weasel. Legolas could clearly see the people now. They were nearly upon him. His grin broadened, Estel would kill him for this. Facing them would have been a difficult task for anyone of lesser courage, another arrow cut the air not an inch from the tip of one pointed ear. Before they could hurl another weapon or attack him, Legolas stepped off of the ledge, down into pitch black

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Aragorn studied the tracks outside the shack. There were multiple foot prints that not only marked the prince and Dal, but others as well.

"There are more than two set's of tracks, do you know of anyone your brother would be with?" Strider did not look up as he spoke.

Col nodded even when he knew Strider could not see him, "Yes, a few his friends, he spend much time around them." Col felt the recent tension between him and the ranger lift off when Col shared the sympathy for Legolas.

Somehow it seemed that Strider knew of his guilty feelings as well as the feeling that Dal had betrayed his brothers trust. He was not the man his brother thought him to be.

Aragorn went to Col and gripped his shoulder.

"He is still a good person, even if he is controlled by his fear and anger. He is your brother."

Aragorn seemed to be reading his thoughts, or his mood. Col had been quieter that normal, Aragorn thought it would have been his brother.

"Let's go, they might have gone into the town. It seems that they were driving him that way." Aragorn walked as he talked, motioning with a nod that Col was to follow him.

Col came eagerly, they would find them yet.

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*Rhach lin del: curse your fear

*Ada: father/daddy

*I forgot to translate these at the end of the last chapter so I'm doing it now

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Blazetreiden: I hope my ideas worked for you, and my favorite chars are so hard to decide on. Of course I love Legolas and Aragorn, but none more than the other. I think If I have to make a choice I'd say Elrohir. I'm a twin myself, and he seems…more relaxed than Elladan. I don't know where I got these vibes from. I think it may have been Cassia and Sio's stories. But he seems the one who doesn't have to be responsible and he's quicker to smile and comfort. Although this is a Legolas Aragorn friendship fic, I'm throwing in a hefty dash of everyone's favorite twins as well.

Deana: Yeah, I know. I am putting Legolas through an awful lot. Don't worry Aragorn will get his share. Maybe a little less in this fic. But the sequel will have more Aragorn torture as well as Legolas.

Elfmage: Yep, I'm back. I love a good Legolas angst story as much as the next fan, and a bit more. Though it's got to be mixed in with adventure. I know what you mean. I'm afraid to look in half of the stories, except for authors I know don't write slashes.

Elven Kitten: I likey that you likey it! I'll keep posting. Look for my sequel after I finish this fic.

Legolas_gurl: I love finding Nemo! Dory was one of my favorites. Yeah… it does remind me of that, interesting comparison.

Blazetreiden: next chapters comin'

Lili: I knew you weren't complaining, lol. It's just something about them both that makes them so easy to torture.

Nikki1: If it were up to me, I'd let you have Dal, Klan, and Airen. But I'm afraid there isn't going to be much of them left when Aragorn get's a hold of them.

Lauranna Starbreeze: I'm sorry leggy got the short end, but Aragorn makes them pay. I love Elladan and Elrohir too. I'm a twin, so I love them even more ^_^. But I bet they'll appreciate us both.

Leggylover03: Don't worry, Estel's coming. Of course there'll be Estel pain. He's got to get his share of knocks too.

Miss Attitude: Glad you like it. Hopefully you stick with me.

TBC…