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Well, considering me... I'm not the best writer in the world... so helpful criticism is always appreciated.

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Chapter Two: Patching up Legolas

When they reached Legolas's room they found him comfortably on his bed, but still holding his wound.

"What took you so long?" he asked.

"Your sister, Tel." said Aragorn.

Legolas's eyes widened. "Did you tell her anything?"

"Yes, I had to." Aragorn replied.

"Why!?"

"Because, if I did not than she said she would tell Elrond something that I do not want him to know about..." answered Aragorn.

"Oh, that little wretch! She probably will tell your father, including the whole population of Middle-earth." said Legolas.

"Legolas please do not speak ill of Tel-Miana-Lequl, even if she does have a tendency to tell secrets." remarked the healer softly.

"Sorry," Legolas answered almost softer than when the healer spoke.

"Ah, it is quite alright, young Master Greenleaf. Now you need to lay down so I can take a look at that wound." said the healer, smiling.

Legolas lifted his bloodstained shirt so the healer could look.

"Well, fortunately it just nicked you. If it wound have actually caught you there, you would have died." he said.

"Fortunate to some degree, it doesn't hurt like a nick usually does. It bled a lot too." said Legolas calmly.

Aragorn stood there watching the two Elves.

Even though it was one of Aragorn's arrows the healer still saw reason to clean the gash out, he then put herbs on it and bandaged it up well.

When the healer saw the painfully surprised look on Legolas's face he said, "The herbs sting, I know. Are they too painful?"

Legolas who was too prideful for his own good answered, "No, no, they are alright. It is okay."

"Are you sure?" said the healer, not believing a word Legolas said. "Well, alright. Get lots of rest... you know the drill."

He gathered all of his things up and turned to leave.

"Wait," Aragorn said, remembering what else he needed to tell him.

"Yes?" said the healer, hand on the door knob.

"Um, could you please not speak of this to Thuranduil? He will kill us if he finds out." answered Aragorn.

"I was not planning on it in the first place, little one. Do not worry." He left.

"Good," said Legolas, yanking his shirt back over the bandages that wrapped all the way around his side. "that is over with."

"Yeah, hopefully no one will find out." said Aragorn.

"Let us go hunting today... off grounds." Legolas said. The last two words were swept off into a whisper.

"No way, Legolas, not with that wound, and especially not off grounds." said Aragorn in a tone that reminded Legolas of his father.

"Come on Aragorn! We have to act normal you know." pleaded Legolas.

"Yeah right, Legolas!" answered Aragorn.

"Please?" said Legolas, batting his eyes.

"No!"

"Please?"

"Oh, fine! We will go... But if we get attacked by Orcs..." said Aragorn giving up.

"We will not, Aragorn. Stop worrying!" said Legolas, standing. "Come on, let us go eat some breakfast. Father should be up by now."

The thought of food made Aragorn realize how hungry he was.

"Alright, yeah, let's go." he said.

The two skidded down the corridor and almost plowed over Amarim and Amarquil who were walking down to breakfast too.

"Slow down!" called Amarim.

"Ada does not want us running in the halls, Legolas!" called Amarquil.

They took no heed and kept on going.