Hi guys again!!! Wow!! What a reply to my latest chapter, I would like to thank the academy! I honestly didn't know I was going to get that great a response. Hannon Le all of you. (Sniffs)

Right. I will put reviewer responses here, though it may take some time because of the amount.

Review Responses:

Alexandra: Thanks Alexandra. I try not to downgrade myself, but it is hard. I mean my last story totally went to the pits and I was really low for quite a long time. Thanks for believing. I am in a constant mystical mood so you are not the only ones. Glad you liked the lyrics. Thank you I'm flattered.

Lindahoyland (Did I spell it right?) Thanks for your review. I must have missed Tolkien's version of it, I will find it and read it well. Thanks!

Patty: How sweet!!! I made someone cry on my other fic as well. I have the power!!! No, really thanks very much for your review.

Silvertoekee: Thanks again for the lovely review. I'm glad I have someone who is willing to offer ideas. I'm glad you understand, I didn't want you to think I was rude.

I wanted at least some happiness in this fic so I didn't get flamed about it later. P.S it did make sense!!!

Neoinean: Thank you. I get a lot of stick over here for my writing age. It's good to know that some people don't think the way they do. I will definitely keep writing.

P.S Do you have an account on the site?

Thanks again guys I love you all. Now for the boring legal bit!!

Warning: Sad angst, do I have to keep writing this?

Disclaimer: Yeah like I own everything.

Rating: PG

Summary: Same as last time.

On to chapter five…

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Chapter 5: The Stallion.

After the last night, the family began to interact more with Legolas. The biggest improvement in their social interactions with him was that now Eldarion began to speak to him without the patronizing, cold tone that Legolas was used to. It may have been because Aragorn always kept a beady eye on Eldarion in case their meetings turned sour, but Legolas felt a definite increase in warmth that the young prince of Gondor showed him.

Presently, Legolas was once again alone with Aragorn. They were speaking of old times, and what made the conversation happier, was that Legolas' heart was in it now. He spoke and laughed and clapped and cheered along with Aragorn now. He was happy.

Aragorn had now got out of bed, with considerable help from Legolas, and was walking around the room unaided, one arm held out to keep his balance. Not willing to ruin the moment, Legolas sat in his usual position in the chair next to the bed, allowing the king to hobble without his assistance until it was needed.

Legolas was overjoyed by the king's actions, though Arwen had told him in her letter that he was able to, he had not seen, until now, any proof of this. I t was heartening. Legolas had now begun to accept the idea that soon the king would no longer be there. He was, however, not willing to let go of his one hope that Estel would live. There was always hope. Estel.

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Aragorn was asleep. His breath coming in a steady rhythm. A smile still left on his face.

Legolas made sure of this before he even dared leave the room. Under normal circumstances, he would not have left the king's side, but this was important.

Walking briskly down the corridors, he did not stop while servants cast a look of fear in his direction, thinking that their king was dead. None dared to act upon their anxiety however, and continued to do their duty.

Legolas walked along the corridors and out of the great palace doors. The sun was gleaming and threading its golden light between the leaves of the trees. The Mirkwood prince did not have time to bask in the early morning glow however and turned to the great stable block. Outside, as per his instruction, was Gilraen. He knew that she enjoyed the outdoors and had formally requested that she be allowed to stand outside amongst the grass. She whinnied as he drew closer and impatiently shook her head to and fro, expecting the usual pat upon her nose. She was clearly disgruntled when she did not receive it, and neighed loudly at her master's back as he disappeared into the stable block.

The block itself smelled obviously of horse and hay. Legolas was not too keen on the smell itself and a flash of disgust appeared on his perfect face until it smoothed way again.

He looked along the large stable block, looking at all the horses individually noticing their colours and markings. They all held themselves upright and proudly, in a way that Gilraen did not. They were obviously very important to the king and his family.

Casting his keen eyes to the end of the long stable, he saw the stable hands tethering another horse into a stall. Legolas smiled and walked to it.

At the lord of Ithilien's approach, all the hands bowed before him. It was rather embarrassing for him. There could have been more than a dozen stable hands there at the time.

"Rise friends" said the prince calmly and warmly. All the servants hesitantly straightened from their bows and nodded instead. The elf nodded back.

"Is this him?" asked the prince quietly, turning his attention to the stallion in the stall.

"Yes my lord" came the timid voice of a young girl. Legolas did not turn.

"Name?" inquired the prince.

"He has none" replied the girl again.

After a long moments thought and gazing at the stallion, he thought only one name would be fitting for the handsome horse.

"Estel. Call him Estel" murmured the prince.

"Yes my lord" came the voice of a man.

The stable hands turned away at this and busied themselves with the hay bundles in the far corner.

"Estel" the elf breathed whilst stroking the nose of the grand animal.

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"Legolas is there any reason that you have brought me to my own stable block?" asked the king tiredly. His eyes were closed as per Legolas's request. The prince was aiding the king on his walk through the grounds by holding tightly to Aragorn's arm.

Legolas did not answer the king who merely sighed in annoyance. Legolas was beaming brightly whilst he supported the king. Happiness was the only emotion that Legolas felt. He felt like an elfling again. They reached the stable block quickly, passing Gilraen who was still somewhat annoyed with the prince for brushing her off earlier. Legolas did not register this at all.

As they walked through the thick layer of hay covering the stable floor, they heard whinnies of the horses as the king passed them. At this the king chuckled, still not opening his eyes though.

Soon they got to the end of the barn and they stood, Legolas supporting the king.

He made sure they stood in front of the horse that Legolas had seen earlier and turned the king so he faced the stallion also.

"Open" cried the prince, throwing his arms wide with joy.

The king opened his eyes and was breath taken with the site he was fed.

"Legolas" breathed the king in wonder as he gazed at the pure white stallion before him.

"Did you do this?" asked the king quietly, reaching for the nose of the horse.

"Yes" replied the elf simply, suddenly very serious.

The king smiled as the stallion leant into his touch.

"What is his name?" inquired the king.

"Estel" replied the elf, smiling at the king's reaction. Both friends were silent for a long time while Aragorn patted the horse gently.

Suddenly, the king threw himself into the arms of his friend. Shocked, it was a while before the elf reacted and hugged his friend close as the old man wept into the prince's shoulder, laughing at the same time.

"Hannon le mellon-nin, Hannon-le, thank you. Thank you" gabbled the king as if he were a boy again.

Watching from the stable door, Eldarion, prince of Gondor smiled too and repeated his father's words.

"Hannon Le, legolas. Thank you for making him happy." He whispered before he turned away.

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Look out for my good friend, Born To Write's story, life decision. It will be in miscellaneous books I think. About an arranged marriage for an Indian girl who is in love with another boy. Classic but enjoyable. She is a new writer. Very new. Same age as me, but I've been writing for donkey's years. Please give her support if you read this. I would appreciate.

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