Comments to reviewers:

Thank you so much again, for all those who reviewed and read my story. I appreciate all comments so please don't hesitate to drop your opinion.

Miz Greenleaf: Cure Legolas? I'm sure he's gonna like it, but I don't! Then what is there for me to write, unless of course I turn my attention to somebody else……..hmm. I'll check out your story soon, I'm sure it's wonderful!

Joee1: Nope you're right, nothing new sofar, in this chapter there is. I think I just discovered a new mission in life, kill you with my cliffies! ;)

Deana: We do, don't we? As horrible as it is to admit, I indeed love torturing the characters I write about. I know, I'm terrible. Anyways, here's 9 as requested.

Silvertoekee: War is won, but there is another battle to be fought, as the Fellowship finds out in this chapter. Of course you're a favo reviewer, I mean, you're always there!

Eleanor8: Okay, here's what happened to the Elf *ducks and hides*

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Chapter 9

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Aragorn wearily rubbed his face, sighing as he looked at the still figure in the bed. Four days and five nights he had stayed with Legolas, never leaving his side, fearing the Elf would wake up without him being there. He could hardly believe his friend had been unconscious for nine nights already, time moved swiftly and without mercy.

He studied the pale fair features of the Prince of Mirkwood, hoping beyond hope for any sign or movement. It was unsettling, seeing the blue orbs obscured by the eyelids, they should have been open while asleep, they should have been open because then Aragorn knew it would all be well.

The Elf lost weight, due to not being able to eat. He tried his best to feed his friend with healthy brews, enough to keep the other alive, but pouring moist in a slack mouth was not easy to do, most was spilled. The wounds were healing nicely, already fading; soon there would be no mark left. Only the wounds on the inside remained. Frowning he thought about the conversation he had with his father before Lord Elrond left to Rivendell.

"I cannot help him any longer Estel, he will need to do this on his own."

The dark brown eyes looked at him gently, as the healer shook his head, the reigns of his horse in his hand. Aragorn did not want his father to leave, not when Legolas was in need of him.

"I am no Healer Ada, what should I do? There must be something, anything!"

He had been aware of the desperate note in his voice but not ashamed to plead; his friend's life was depending on him. A hand had gently squeezed his shoulder.

"Just be there for him Estel, I cannot be certain if he will wake, or when. My daughter needs me; I need to go to her. If there is memory loss, do not force him, I will return as soon as I can."

Memory loss, he did not dare to think about that possibility, what was he to do then? He had known his father did not think it would all be well; the injuries had been too great for that. He too was worried about Arwen, and he understood the need of his father to go to her. That did not mean though, he was agreeing with Elrond's decision to go.

"Legolas, please wake soon, I cannot do this alone, I need you my friend."

Guilt was weighing heavily upon his troubled heart, it had been him Legolas had tried to save after all. It should have been him lying there, not the fair Elf. If he had been more mindful of the fighting around him, he may have seen the Troll coming soon enough to avoid. The Archer would not have been forced to help, to risk his own life. Could he ever forgive himself if he truly lost this friend, a friend he had known the larger part of his life? He was so lost in his thoughts he had not heard the soft moan coming from the bed, though he heard the second one clearly. The Ranger jumped up from his seat near the bed, to lean over the Elf. The eyes were fluttering; Legolas was trying to wake up!

"Aye, that is it Legolas, open your eyes, wake up."

He grasped the thin slender hand of the Wood Elf, trying to encourage him to wake. He could not keep from grinning in pure happiness, if Legolas would wake, it would all be well. He was obvious fighting; there was tension in the pale face, the eyelids still moving. And then, just when he thought he would not wake, the eyes opened. Crystal blue eyes blinked, looking up in confusion before they moved around the room, before they settled on Aragorn.

They widened slightly, blinking once more the try hide the confusion.

"Where am I?"

The Ranger winched at the soft raspy voice, it sounded so weak, so unlike Legolas. It would improve when the Elf had some water, and his strength would return soon.

"You are in the White City of Gondor; I brought you here after the battle ended. Are you in pain Legolas?"

The fair face furrowed in a frown as the Elf seemed to think about the question asked. Aragorn waited patiently, though he was worried, it took too long, it was an innocent question, a jest between the two of them. Normally Legolas would answer with 'I am fine.' He knew now his friend was anything but fine.

"Legolas?"

The blue eyes settled once more on him, the confusion still visible, though even greater. The dark brows knitted together in a deep frown.

"Who is Legolas………..who are you?"