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Arriving in Lorien Again

"Legolas." His sad realization was interrupted by the former ranger who was standing in the welcoming hall, where he now found himself as well. "You look very preoccupied. What troubles you, mellon nin?"

"Nothing, hold on for just a moment." He then ran off without another word, leaving a slightly stunned Aragorn.

He returned a moment later with his weapons on her person and his traveling bag slung over his shoulder. Entirely forgetting about Aragorn he walked quickly and silently towards the door and opened it.

"Wait! Legolas, what in all the Valar are you doing?" he exclaimed frantically, grabbing his friend's arm and looking into his eyes.

"I just can't be around her anymore." He replied trying to hide the desperation in his voice and failing miserably.

He mulled over this for a moment, then replied. "Do you love her?"

Legolas made an automatic noise of disgust from the back of his throat and slapped his hand to his mouth. "I'm sorry I just threw up a little there." He explained his action wearily. "I am not in love with anyone, don't worry. I love her as much as you love Eomer."

"Then why do you flee?" Aragorn pursued.

"Tell everyone I'll meet them at Helm's Deep, I just need a little time to think about…things." Half of that sentence was true, he did plan on being at Helm's Deep but in truth he didn't need to think about anything. He just needed to get as far away from her as humanly, or in his case, Elvenly possible.

"I suppose I have to respect you wishes. I'll let you leave and make your excuses. No matter how lame and stupid your actual reasons are." He said finally letting go of Legolas' arm.

"Thank you, Estel. I owe you one." He said with a final good-bye smile. With that he strode out of the open wooden doors into the soaking rain.

"You owe me two or three if you ask me!" he called after his Elven friend. "You are just lucky that Aradel is to weak to see you and come running after you!"

Just then he was roughly pushed out of the way by Aradel who was running after him after having seen him. He looked dazed for a split second. "Stupid Elves running here and there with no consideration whatsoever for innocent bystanders." He muttered. Aradel looked over her shoulder. "I am not an Elf, he is, not me."

"Legolas!" she called after him running slowly through the rain, struggling to stay on her feet. "Legolas!" He ignored her and continued to walk faster then he normally would.

Even though she was extremely weak she eventually caught up to him and grabbed him arm forcefully so that he turned to face her. "What are you doing? Why are you leaving? Why are you forcing me to get my pajamas wet to come and get you?" she asked desperately.

"My reasons are my own. I don't have to tell you anything." He replied quickly.

"You hate me, don't you?" she asked bluntly.

"I don't hate you."

"Yes, yes you do."

"No I don't, listen Aradel I don't hate you!" he all but shouted through the pounding of rain on the ground and a lightning flash somewhere in the background closely followed by thunder. "I just need to go and think about some things. Ask Aragorn, he'll tell you!"

"I know why you're leaving, you hate me. You have ever since we arrived in Edoras, I see it in your eyes. That's why you're leaving." She said, solemnly trying to keep a strait face. Honestly, the serious words coming out of her mouth wanted to make her laugh so much.

"Look into my eyes now, Aradel." He said, exasperatedly rolling his eyes. "I…do…not…hate…you. Got it? Good." With that he turned and started but was abruptly stopped by her weak hand on his arm yet again spinning him to meet her eyes.

"Tell me why you're really leaving." She asked simply and plainly. "I deserve to know. I earned that right when you made me split your chores with you back in Mirkwood."

"I deserve to know of your family but don't see you making any redemption. Tell me the names of your mother and father and I will tell you why I am leaving and better yet stay." He said.

"Oh, so that's it. This is all just a stunt to get me to tell you the name of my parents. Well it's not happening mister now march your heiny back inside." He wasn't amused.

"You think you deserve my reasons. Tell me yours, why won't you tell me about your parents or anything else about you."

She lowered her eyes to the ground and shivered in the cold sheets of rain pouring down on them. How she wished she could read his mind and just figure it out for herself.

Then she felt that twinge of pain in her head, like at the meeting. She saw her vision go black and her legs collapse underneath her, again. But something was different. It was more absolute, the darkness more dense and solid. It was like being stuck in a big bowl of Jell-O that had been left in the freezer for a month. Her heart seemed to stop beating and she was not only sleeping or unconscious, but in a sort of coma-like state.

The last thing she heard was: "Aradel? Oh, Valar, not again."

Rolling his eyes again, he bent down and felt the pulse in her neck. His face became more solemn and his eyes widened. There was practically none. He checked the pulse on her wrist and the same, almost gone. Her breathing was shallow and slow. Behind her eyelids her pupils were darting to every conceivable direction at an amazing speed. Her skin was as white as snow on a cold winters day and felt just as cold. He didn't know what was wrong with her but one thing was for sure: she was definitely seriously sick.

He picked her up, with a grunt from her weight. He rushed into the stables just outside of the castle and lay her down in the hay, swatted away a horse that attempted to eat her pant leg, and sprinted into the castle. He ran all over and finally found someone in the library.

"Aragorn!" he exclaimed hurriedly, then stopped. "Don't you ever sleep?"

"Yes, just not tonight." He replied.

Legolas shook his head to clear his mind. "No matter, change of plan. Where is the closest place with really good healing facilities."

"Well the closest place with really, really good healing facilities is Lorien, I suppose. But I'm not sure I'll consult a map." He turned to the bookcase and took out a scroll of parchment. "Here it is." When he turned around again he was gone. "Not a very respectful night for Elves if I do say so myself."

He ran back to the stable and prepared his horse. He slung Aradel over it and took the reigns. He kicked its ribs and it was off in a gallop in the general direction of Lorien.

They rode for days at high speed, stopping only once along the way so both Legolas and his horse could eat. After half an hours sleep they were off again and not once during their journey did Aradel wake or show signs of life at all. All the time Legolas worried and worried for her health. He just couldn't live with himself if she died and the last thing he said to her was 'Tell me the name of your parents.'

Once along the way she stopped breathing, only for a second though it gave Legolas quite a start. When she began her fast shallow breathing again they were off at, if possible, a faster pace.

When at long last they reached the borders of Lorien they were stopped briefly by Haldir, accompanied by his brothers, Orophin and Rumil. Legolas dismounted leaving Aradel to flop almost lifelessly forward slightly.

"Legolas, mellon nin, it's good to see you again. Hopefully in a better situation, however." Haldir exclaimed fairly cheerily.

"It's good to see you as well, Haldir. How has life been for you?" Legolas asked, momentarily forgetting about the woman on his horse in the slight happiness of seeing an old friend.

"Oh we get by. Rumil is rather disgruntled, however, he says we give him the harder section of the Lorien border." Rumil glared at him brother from behind. "And I see you have a dead Elven-maid on your horse."

Legolas chuckled wearily, stepping back to pull her off of the steed. "Don't let her here that, she will kill you." He then turned serious again. "She's seriously sick, Imladris is much to far and this is the best healing realm other than that. She also seems to be relatively comfortable here, if the Lady could see her then I would be forever grateful."

The Lorien Elf nodded, putting a hand to her head to see if she had a fever. Upon discovering she was ice cold her knew she really was seriously sick and agreed to take them with all haste to the city. Rumil and Orophin were left to continue with their duties while Haldir proceeded to escort them through the forest.

"Do you know her?" Legolas asked while walking, gingerly carrying Aradel in his arms. "From before we came here with the fellowship, I mean."

A slight smile played on his lips. "Yes, didn't she tell you of what sorts of things happened while she lived here?"

"No, never."

"Then I shall say no more. She has a way of telling you when you least expect it." Legolas frowned. Another attempt at her past down the drain.

They traveled the rest of the way in silence, both worried for their unconscious friend. When they did arrive in the city it didn't take long at all to reach the entrance to the Lord and Lady's talan.

"Wait here while I ask if the Lady will admit you." He asked dutifully.

"Should I get my hopes up?" The Mirkwood Elf asked apprehensively.

"If she doesn't admit you then there are other wonderful sources of healing in Lorien. I will guide you there myself." This didn't instill the largest amount of confidence in Legolas but he had no time to protest as Haldir left them to request admission.

Several minutes later Haldir returned holding the door open for the Lady Galadriel herself rushing down the stairs, a concerned look upon her face. She too put a hand to Aradel's forehead, and took her pulse. Her look of concern intensified as she motioned for Haldir to take her up to one of the spare rooms.

"You did well in bringing her here, Legolas, son of Thranduil. I thank you." She said, "Follow me to where you can stay while she heals, I expect it will take at least two or three days. At least." With a quick smile she headed back up the stairs and showed him to his room, it was one with a window overlooking a beautiful garden filled with lavender and other flowers and atop the ledge of the window was a bird's nest. They were chirping away happily without a care in the world.

Legolas entered and sat on the bed provided. He buried his face in his hand, nervously. What if she didn't make it?

Haldir lay the unconscious woman on the bed in the room, which was coincidentally, the one beside Legolas'. Behind him his Elven ears heard Galadriel enter, leaving the door open behind her.

"You may resume your regular duties, Haldir, thank you." He bowed his head and left closing the door softly on his way out.

She looked upon the frail body and sat on the bed beside her, gently laying a hand on hers. She gently picked it up and muttered a few words in Quenyan under her breath. Her other hand touched Aradel's forehead and when her words were finished she simply looked on in nervous anticipation. She moved her head slightly to the left, which was a good thing. It meant she was still alive. It would most likely be one or two days before she woke though.

After a few moments she got up and slowly walked out casting one more glance over her pale patient. When she turned after gently closing the door she found Legolas pacing in the hall.

He bowed humbly. "My lady, if you don't mind my asking, do you yet know what's wrong with her?"

"Yes, young one, I do." She replied with an amused smile. She then went on to walk down the hall, heading for the lounge to catch up on some reading.

Legolas stared after her for a while before hurrying to catch up to her. "What is wrong with her?" he asked.

"She is sleeping. It appears she hasn't done so in a long time." She replied opening the door to the lounge and swinging them wide open as an invite for him to come in.

"That doesn't explain why she is so cold, her pulse so slow, and her eyes gone…well strange is the only word for it." He asked sitting on a sofa as she waved at him to do sitting herself down as well.

"You are deeply worried are you not?" she asked inquisitively.

He paused at the slightly random question. "Yes, she is my very good friend. My best friend."

"Yet lately you have been doubtful of that."

His gaze lowered to the floor. "Yes. But no longer, I was simply in a bad mood that is all."

"How long have you known her now?"

"Well I have known her for five hundred years I suppose. But two hundred and fifty of those we were separated." He replied slowly, wondering what the point to this interrogation was.

"Five hundred years you have known her and yet I sense in you that you are again doubtful. Doubtful of how much you know about her, how much you know her. Why?" she asked tilting her head in interest.

He thought for a second. "I don't even know the name of her parents." He started wearily. Galadriel raised her eyebrows in slight surprise but Legolas paid no attention. "I don't know where she grew up or anything about her childhood. I don't know whether she has any sibling. She could have children and I wouldn't know it. It's frustrating." She nodded, and he looked up at her with an expression upon his face as though he'd had a tiny idea.

"You must know something about her. She told me she lived here for a time and you can see into the minds of others can you not? What can you tell me about her?" he asked fixing the lady with an intense stare.

"I can tell you naught but what you already know. She will tell you when she sees fit." She replied simply.

"She says she'll never tell me."

"That's her way to keep your interest piqued. She will tell eventually."

He stood up. "I hate not knowing where she comes from. I wish I could tell her but-"

"Then why don't you? She will with no doubt listen." She interrupted plainly.

"Every time I mention anything remotely related to her past she either changes the subject, ignores me, or starts to yell at me." He explained timidly wishing he wasn't having this conversation with someone who could read his mind.

"Then don't ask her directly. Ask her where her favorite place in the world is. Most people pick where they grew up, or where they were with their family most. That should at least give you a clue. One thing not to do, though. Don't ask around. Very few know and those who do won't tell." She warned lightly.

"How many do know even the name of her parents?" he asked randomly.

"Would you like me to name them?"

"Yes, please that would be wonderful. Just to keep me busy for five minutes."

"If memory serves me, Lord Elrond, I am not sure of his sons but Arwen does not know. Other than that, Lord Celeborn, Celebrian, and myself do or did." She listed absent-mindedly. Legolas pondered it for a while. "When she wakes will you be telling her how you feel?"

"Yes, I suppose I should." He replied, reluctantly. "How long will it be, until she wakes?"

"Two days at most."

"Well thank you for talking to me, I know how busy you are. If you don't mind my asking, where is the Lord?" he asked suddenly noticing the lack of Lord in the room.

"He is out on business in Rivendell. In other words he has been invited to a drinking party with his old friend Elrond." She smiled amusedly as did he and he approached and opened the door.

"I see more than friendship in your eyes when you are talking about her, Legolas. Keep your emotions in check. Just a simple warning." She remarked, as he was about to leave.

With a quick bow he tried his best to remain impassive and was off.

He walked down the stairs and out of the main doors into the gardens as Galadriel had suggested. They were beautiful. He strode over to just below his temporary room where the garden it over looked shone in the sunlight.

Upon closer inspection he noticed that not only lavender was planted in the rich earth but lilies and lilacs, tulips and daisy's all placed in a way that the colours accented and complimented each other so well. A small bumblebee was hovering around looking for the perfect flower to pollinate.

What had Galadriel meant by more than friendship? Just a very, very deep friendship? Perhaps he meant the hatred he had been feeling just before she had passed out. Whatever she was implying surely it wasn't anything related to what his strange little mind was thinking up. He did have a strange mind.

A/N: She passed out again, how inconsiderate. Anyone who has read the series (which i haven't updated in a while because i have absolutely no ideas for so if you have any please god please tell me) you might want to know that Legolas is staying in Celebrian's old room. Remember the garden, i think I put in there. If i didn't then i'm sorry and there was a little garden and ya i think you get the point. Perhaps not but whatever, it's not really important to the story. Nehoo, bye-bye!:D

Muddie21: O i will don't worry!:D

flaming-amber: As i think i've said before the romance probably won't be kicking in for a long long time. I don't know exactly how long it's going to be but what i'm updating is like fifty pages behind what i'm writing and what i'm writing is getting a little closer to the almost non-existant romance. Mostly non-existant. This is not really a romance fic it's mostly about friendship. I'm not telling anything about any kind of romance if it does happen. I uderstand if your dissapointed and want to stop reading. I just realized that this was thirty three chapter!:D

Elven Script: Thanks!:D