Ok, here's the next chapter! Thinks Wait, this is when-!!! Legolas covers Firn's mouth and grins

Chapter Eleven

Legolas leaned back, throwing a twig that he had found on the marble floor into the fire.

The sunlight splayed upon his hair through the open window and beyond the tree.

He yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He could hardly remember what he had come down here to do; why had he gotten up and walked to the hall of fire?

The flames roared and leapt at the new pieces of wood that an elf had just put in. They devoured it and seemed to tell a story. With there constant wavering and flickering, he was almost hypnotized.

"Legolas?!"

The name made his head snap and he looked back to the entry which was being held open by two wooden doorstops.

He knew the voice easily after the months and months it had been. He turned his face to the fair Lady Arwen as she ran in, a frantic look in her deep blue eyes.

"Oh, Legolas!" The prince stretched his arms out lazily in question and waited. "He's gone!"

'These Noldor elves think I know everything,' he thought to himself as he patted the seat next to him. She sat down and put her head in her silky hands, sobbing hard.

Putting his own hand upon Arwen's shoulder, he rubbed soothingly as he sat up and tried to calm her irregular breathing.

"Estel's gone!" she breathed into her hands, her eyes straying to the door as Thranduil walked in. "He and Father had a fight."

"Gone, what do you mean gone? Why? What fight?" The elven king ran forward and bent next to her. He grabbed her hands and brushed them gently. "Where?"

"How am I supposed to answer these questions?" She flicked her hands away and hid them beneath the folds in her dress so no one could touch her. "He was not in his room, his bed had not even been slept in. He took no extra clothes or food. All that was missing was his sword. But he took that on our ride last night."

Standing, the elven prince was about to leave, determination written all over his smooth features.

A strong grip on his shoulder made him turn, and he saw his father's blue eyes searching him. "Where are you going?"

Legolas rolled his shoulders until Thranduil's hands had loosened. Beginning to walk again, he was called to a halt as the elven king's voice broke and he looked at his child with mournful eyes.

"Why Legolas? Estel has abandoned you. He has not invited you to be near him in months, he has spent more time with her-" he motioned to the still crying elven maiden behind him. "He cares not about you anymore; he left you alone, my son. He left you to tend to himself, that is the human way." The king shook his head.

He had thought Aragorn was different, but in the end, he knew Estel to be the same as any other lovesick, selfishman. 'They think they can have any friend they want and then abandon them, all for the sake of a girl!'

Turning, a flare in his deep, sky blue gaze, the prince placed a hand on Thranduil's strong shoulders. The elf king saw no hatred, no pain in his child's eyes that day. For the first time in months, he saw the true Legolas. But he did more than see, he heard.

"B-because, h-he i-s m-my friend." The elf prince's voice was dry and he stuttered often from lack of speaking for so long. But for the first time, in a long while, the elven king watched as his boy did the thing he had been wanting for so very many, many months!

Legolas watched as the crystal tears fell from the other's proud eyes. This was all the convincing that Thranduil needed. To hear his son say it, that was enough for him! Oh Eru! That was enough!

The elf king hugged the prince for a few more long minutes, his eyes still closed with joy, tears squeezing through the gap and falling down his pale cheeks. They glistened as they dropped from his chin to the marble floor.

As the blonde prince pulled away, he whispered something that Thranduil, throughout his immortal life, would never forget.

"I-I-I love y..you A-ada."

Restraining everything in him from pulling Legolas into another long hug, the king pushed his son away with a playful grin as he let the tears fall.

"Go get him, Legolas! Bring Estel home!"

Aragorn sat, his lithe form a lonely sight against the moon that shone high upon in the sky.

The stars shimmered and the winds whispered words that seemed to ache in the man's tired ears; carefully he leaned over and closed his sightless eyes as he felt the weariness in his body released from the worry and fear.

Fear that his father hated him, fear that Legolas felt he was no longer a friend. Fear that his brothers thought him a snake and Arwen, fear that she thought him to be a helpless blind man.

Finally his thoughts drifted away to far off memories and into near-by sleep.

"I love you, Arwen."

The she-elf's wavy, raven colored hair shifted in the breeze and she leaned forward, kissing him upon the cheek and playing with pieces of his hair around her pale fingers.

"I love you.." Quietly, she lay her soft head down upon his lap and let his fingers brush through her own silky hair.

As they sat darkness came, and the thunder roared. Aragorn began to shiver and he realized that he was no longer stroking his beloved's hair. In fact, he was stroking nothing! She was gone!

He felt a rumble beneath him and his body shook all the more, and he heard the echo of one loud and angry voice.

"You are weak!"

"You are helpless!"

"You will never be able to care for her!"

Shooting up, his breathing coming hard, Aragorn felt around, feeling for some reality to grab onto.

"I am sorry, sorry," he kept whispering. "I am sorry." He felt only the patches of grass as they swayed in the wind and brushed against his arms.

Estel let his panting breaths die away and brought a hand up to his sweaty hair. He wiped the perspiration away and sighed.

He felt no light upon his skin, nor the smiling rays of the sun. A mist of cool rain washed upon him making the problems of his troubled life fade for one instant, but alas, they came back and threw his mind into an awful haze.

"I belong nowhere," he whispered, wiping the dripping water from his now bristly face.

He had grown accustomed to shaving when living in Imladris and his skin had retained, almost, the feeling that an elf's might have. But now, as he had no such utensils, and he did not care, a hard, bristling beard was beginning to form.

"What is my path, Eru?!" Aragorn's cry was drowned out as the breeze picked up and became a steady gust of unforgiving wind.

Picking himself up off the ground, Estel grabbed up his cloak and wrapped it round his neck, then jumping upon his horse's back, he kicked the creature in the sides, anger and mourning driving him ever farther from his home.

As he felt his horse's swift beat beneath him, Aragorn felt tears trickle from his eyes and onto the beast's sleek body and combed mane.

As if in understanding of his master's sorrow, the horse slowed to a careful trot and nickered.

"No, go Harfin! I can manage, my friend. Please, I wish to be near my home no longer!"

A howl behind them made both man and beast start. Harfin reared in fear and Aragorn clung to his horse's black mane as if it was his life.

"Noro lim, Harfin! Our lives are hanging on your swift step!"

Hearing the words, Harfin leapt forward, his hooves beating the dust hard; behind them three howls of celebration rose up to meet the moon.

TBC

So, we have a pack of wolves/wargs/ any beast that can howl after Aragorn and now, Legolas is going to try and find him before he does something bad. sigh Will Aragorn ever live through this? I sure hope so cause I am getting tired of killing him all the time. J Hehe. Reviews are welcome!!!! Flames are not! J Please review!!!!!!!

Speaking of reviews- Here arethe answers and stuff to yours! :)

Well, Helluin-trip, I think you may be the reason I updated. Got your email from chapter 9 (which was acctually from for chapter 10) Ain't that the pits that they will only let you review once? (If you are a member of course.) I get so annoyed by that all the time. Hehe! Hope you liked this. I will try to get the next chapter up soon! tell your family sorry for me, and I hope you did not pee your pants.

No prob, SivanShemesh! I am proud to write this story! And I am glad you enjoy it soooo!!! :)

Thanks, spanishgoddes86! I am for originality, then people do not think I plagerized theirs. And plus I know it is my own work and not something from some other great fan fic. :) Glad you like the characters, as well, I work hard to make them realistic, though sometimes (as many know) I make a few slips. shrugs but what can I say. I am sighs human.

Oh, yeah! He is going to feel the guilt, MusicDreamer. In fact, he will act real sorry in the end. Wicked grin Glad you liked this!

Okee-doke, Gemini969!!!!

Oh, glad to hear it, DRUNKEN LANDLORD! Thanks, you have a great day, too!

Thanks! Well, you will have to wait to see Aranna Undomiel. Smiles

LOL! Sorry to have you wait so long, sielge.

Yup, but that's the good thing about friends, Jadesaber. Wink, wink They are always there for your, no matter if you neglect them or not. Grins Good friends anyway.

No, acctualy it's not, Musicstarlover. Many different people have different feelings. I personally do feel REALLY bad for Legolas. I have been in that position before, but it was because a new kid moved into the neighborhood and became friends with my best friend. My best friend stopped playing with me, and that hurt, A lot. It happened again a few years later when my friend moved onto Jr. High. I was heart-broken. Thankfully we made up and we are best friends again. Anyway, enough of my life story. chuckles Thanks! And no, I do not think you are an abandoner. :)

Like I said up above, DebbiE, I may get them wrong sometimes. I am not a LotR expert. I know quite a bit, but I am by no means Tolkien. :) Hope the mistakes don't made you stop reading.

Haha! I love your spunk, BabeyRachey! But I highly doubt Legolas would yell at an Elven lord, no matter how stupid he acted.

Marbienl, Ya, love can be that way though. You become so consumed by one person that your like outside of your love stops. Ya, I know. And though that would be interesting- I do not think Estel will be in any sort of shape to be questioned about things by the time this fic ends. grins I think he knows that Arwen loves him, deep inside. He is just a little befuddled that Elrond is not happy for him and acctually being quite mad. thinks Well, VERY mad. Ya, it's different with the twins. They have had MANY crushes and loves over their thounsands of years of life. Haha! You should be my co-writer. Of course I would never come up with ideas because you always would first. You got so many bright ideas. I like them, if only the fic was not already written. sigh I can not totally promise about the headaches, but i will try. Thanks and sorry this was cut so short this time. I got lots of reviews and am trying to reply to them all. Next time i will only reply to people who ask things. Hehe! Thanks!!! hugs

I post- well- whenever I remember, I try to at least once a week. And yes, it is already written, Niniel28B. :) Thanks!

WOW! Elven Kitten is mad! Hehe! Go get him! Hehe! Thanks!!!!

Well, if you are not dead, Linchi, here is the next chapter. Sorry for the long wait!

Haha! I never log-off, Gwenneth. Just in case one of my authors update. Hehe! Glad I caught you just in time!!!! Thanks!

Glad to honor your birthday with my story, Night Kenobi of Eryn Lasgalen! Happy Belated Birthday!

Me too, Lady Laswen, Me too!

It will get better, (maybe) lindahoyland. grin

Haha! No, Mornflower. I will not tell you to shut up. I love your questions! They make me laugh. Especially since I can not answer them. But don't worry, all your questions will be answerred, just no now. :)

Forgot, those lyrics I used a few chapters ago, the friends song: those were by Crystal Lewis. No I did not create them myself. Pity huh? Oh well!!!!!!!

Thanks!!!!! God bless!!!! And don't forget to review! Still trying to to 200 reviews! :)