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"No," he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. A tear fell down his cheek. He glanced at the woods, singling out a tall, gnarled oak. "Take me to him. Take me to the prince." He shouted up at it. A strong breeze blew his hair into his face and a long line of trees leaned towards one side.
"Follow the bent bows, hasty friend." The tree mumbled, leaning its' branches inward.
"Thank you," Aragorn bowed in his saddle, pushing his fear away. 'It cannot be true. It can't be.' He rode hard, following the trail that the trees laid out for him. "Faster!" he whispered to his horse.
After several tense minutes, Aragorn came upon the clearing. He jumped off his horse and took a hesitant step forward. He caught sight of a dark, motionless shape in the center of the small clearing. 'No. Please, no.' He thought to himself. He ran forward and fell to his knees beside Legolas' still body. "No," he whispered, tears falling freely from him eyes. He cradled Legolas in his arms, holding his head to his chest, not caring that he got the Elf's blood on his hands or clothing. "No, no." He repeated to himself over and over again. "You cannot be dead, please, no." Aragorn rocked back and forth tears falling onto Legolas' bloody cheek. As Aragorn shifted his weight, holding the Elf closer to him, Legolas' head fell backward slightly. A cool, gentle breath touched Aragorn's tear stained face. Startled, Aragorn glanced down at Legolas sharply; the Elf's eyelids fluttered but did not open. A slow stream of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, tainting his pale skin.
"You are alive? Oh, thank the Valar."(A/N: Did I spell that right?) He hugged the Elf closer, brushing his white-blonde hair from his bloody face. "You're alive," He breathed, kissing Legolas' forehead. Aragorn clasped the Elf's hand in his own; his pale skin was cold, clammy, very un- Elf like. "Hold on, Legolas, just hold on."
He heard a rustle of leaves behind him and turned quickly to see Lord Elrond sliding out of the trees. Elrond hastened over to where Legolas lay in Aragorn's arms and put a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Is he-?" His voice held a fear that he would not show.
"No." Aragorn whispered. He heard Lord Elrond breathe a sigh of relief and crouch down beside him. He placed a hand on Legolas' forehead and muttered a few indiscernible words and a slight blue-ish light played over the younger Elf's body. "Come; get him onto your horse. I can do no more for him here. We must get him to Rivendell."
"Won't it hurt him to move him?"
"No, I have made it so that no more harm can come to him. He is protected." Aragorn nodded and whistled his horse over, then mounted and let Elrond lift Legolas into his arms. He heard Lord Elrond whisper a few more words and a great likeness of Legolas' pale and broken form appeared in the clearing. If he hadn't known any better, Aragorn would have sworn that it was the young prince lying on the soft green grass.
"In case his father returns." Lord Elrond explained, jumping onto his horse, a beautiful white mare. "Come on," he heeled his horse into motion and sped off, Aragorn right behind him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
A/N: Okay, I'm sooo stuck on where to go with this from here. I need help. Any ideas?