I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad, BAD person... and I'm very sorry.... I should know better than to make you all wait like this, but I have had NO inspiration to write this.... or any of my stories.... I am so sorry guys.... I feel so bad now....

Thank you sooooooo much to all my fantastic reviewers.. I adore you all so so SO much.. And like I said.. I feel so so so bad....

Well.... This is chapter 6, I hope its up to scratch.... it took a long time to happen.... It STARTED well.... And then I couldn't finish it.... Sowwy.... But it IS done now.

Elis.. This is for you darlin!! I hope you like!

Well, I can't think of much to babble about today, so, without further ado, her is chapter six.

Moonlit Night.

True to his word, Celithramir returned to the Princes apartment just as the sun was beginning to dip behind the tops of the tall trees of Mirkwood.

Upon entering the room, Celithramir settled on the bed, and, for a heart stopping moment he feared he had arrived too late, for the princes eyes were closed to the world, and nothing about him appeared to stir.

"My Prince! Prince Legolas!" The brown haired elf cried out in alarm. "My Prince, please, awaken, tis time!"

To Celithramirs sheer relief the leaden grey eyes opened, and turned to rest upon him.

"You are come my friend." Murmured the Prince, "Time has flown has it not?"

"Aye my Prince, it has, The Lord of the day is slipping now from our sight, and the graceful lady of the night is already fairly high in the sky herself, and nigh on full. Tis a glorious night sire." Celithramir carefully hid the sad undertone to his voice, his princes passing would be easy, and he would not let any further grief cast its shadow upon him in this lifetime.

"And have you a place for me?" Questioned Legolas, shifting position slightly, a sorrowful look in his eyes. "For, though it was my home for years, this place now awakens an abject fear in me, I do not wish to be confined. It is claustrophobic..... I fear remaining here forever."

"Fear not my prince." Celithramir said as he moved to the princes side. "I have a place for you. And soft down cushions and a blanket. Tis a chill night sire, beauty aside it is chill."

"That effort was not necessary my friend, but I thank you. I feel more myself that I have done at all these past days, I feel I shall appreciate your thoughtfulness all the more."

"Why sire that is wonderful news!" Celithramir exclaimed. "Could it not be that you are recovering?"

Legolas shook his head sadly. "Nay my friend. That is, I am sad to say, not going to be the case. The reason for my clarity of mind is, I feel, the fact I have finally accepted what I am to face. The fact I am to die."

Celithramir looked shocked. "But Sire. You said long ago you accepted the situation, was that a falsity?"

"Nay my friend." Legolas replied with a slight frown. "It was not, I have long since accepted the situation, but it is only in these last few hours that I have accepted the out come, and with acceptance came clarity of mind. I never truly thought in my heart that I would die. But now I realise that there is no other fate left for me."

"Then what, My prince, did you believe before?"

"That my love would come to me and save me. In my heart I could not bring myself to doubt him."

Celithramir looked to his feet. "I am truly sorry sire."

Legolas laughed quietly. "Nay. Be not sorry. Not for me. I have spent far too long feeling sorry for myself, now come, help me from this bed, I wish to be out of this prison."

Celithramir moved to his Princes side and lifted him from the bed, setting him gently on his feet.

Then, allowing the Prince to gain support form his arm, the two walked together form the woodland fort and out into the moonlight.

As they walked, Celithramir studied the Prince.

He looked tired now, far more so than he had earlier that morning, his eyes were even duller, and his footsteps were heavy.

"Every minute I expected him to come bursting through the doors to save me.... You know that friend. I never truly thought he would abandon me...."

"Hush Prince." Celithramir murmured, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "Hush....."

In his heart, the dark haired elf wanted nothing more than to tell the prince about his daughters quest, and give him the hope in his failing heart that would possibly help him to cling to life for a day or two longer, but despite this want, he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.

What if his daughters' plea had fallen on deaf ears?

He really couldn't see the king being a monster, but it was clear he didn't love the Elvin Prince in the passionate way the Prince loved him.... so maybe he had chosen not to come.... He couldn't bare it if words of hope that he gave the Prince to cling to proved to be falsities, so he held his tongue.

Before long, and with sunlight still remaining, the short walk was complete, and the Prince and his manservant stepped from the trees into a large clearing.

In the clearing, the trees planted to commemorate the Royal family of the elves grew, and amongst them was Legolas'

It was by no means that the trees of the kings of elves and their families had been set apart from the trees of their subjects, more that the tees of their subjects grew around them, just as it was in the society that had lived in the glorious world of Mirkwood.

With great care, Celithramir set the fading Prince down on the cushions that he had placed by the foot of the tree that represented his life. Once sure that his charge was settled in a comfortable fashion, he proceeded to tuck a blanket around the slim shoulders, that task completed, and thus reassured that the Prince would not feel the nights chill, nor the hard earth of the forest floor, he settled himself down nearby, to wait through the last few moments at his masters side.

The pair had been sitting but a short while, when Celithramir heard the Prince speak, his voice now barely a whisper as the sun began to slip behind the horizon, visible only in slits through the trunks of the great trees.

"You were right.... My friend. It is a beautiful night."

Celithramir smiled. In himself, despite the sorrow he was feeling at their imminent parting he was glad he had chosen to stay by the Princes side. He would have chosen no other path if given the chance to do so.

The moon was now at her own apex, high in the sky and was casting her gentle rays down on the pair in the clearing. Even with his sadly faded complexion, the moonlight still complimented the Prince' looks, perhaps more than the more dazzling light of the sun.

Time dragged on, and Celithramir could hear the Princes already shallow breathing quieten even more. Soon it was hard to hear, even in the quiet of the night.

Finally the last rays of sunlight gave up their defence and the clearing was given solely over to the care of the moon as the sun slipped out of sight at last, its rays lost to sight.

Legolas briefly raised his head a look of sadness and fear on his face, and turned his eyes to the sky. "Save me....." he murmured, as his eyes slipped closed and his head fell forward to his chest, and a final breath parted his lips.

"NO LEGOLAS!! NO!!" A cry of terror as a figure burst through the trees at the very edge of the clearing.

Celithramir, startled, jumped to his feet, only to be pushed aside and inadvertently flung to the ground by the newcomer.

The final flight into the woods was a blur for the pair of them, the speed of the grasslands whirling past the gave away the fact they both rode their horses as fast as they may.

By the time they had entered the woodland, and been forced to slow their pace, the sun had almost vanished behind the horizon, and by the time they reached the woodland fort of the Mirkwood elves, there were scant minutes of daylight remaining.

Eylien had gone inside upon their arrival, to state the success of her errand to her father, and find out the condition of the prince, thus leaving Aragorn to stand without, awaiting her.

He had settled back against the shoulder of his mount when running footsteps awoke in him a sense of unease. This misgiving was proven justified when seconds later Eylien ran up to him, her eyes a little wide and her face pale.

"Sire! They are not within! That can mean one of two thing! Either we are too late and Father is burying your Prince, or they are out here in the wood somewhere. I doubt the first, father would wait."

Aragorn swore. "Out in the wood say you? But this Forrest is immense, how shall we ever hope to find them?"

"I know not sire, but I fear if we do not find them soon twill be too late.... I have a leaden weight in my breast that causes me to believe this...."

Aragorn began to tremble. His Prince, his Legolas, dieing.... And there seemed no way for him to find him, even to say goodbye.... But..... No..... He mustn't give up..... He hadn't come all this way just to find his prince dead.

"Lady..... Please....." he implored, "Can you but think of some place they may have gone, I cannot stand here and be idle..... I must seek him out, I simply must.... he must not die before I see him..... Please....."

The she elf looked thoughtful for but a second "There is, sire, one place I feel they may have gone. The royal glade..... Follow me! Come hither come hither!"

And with that she was off, the speed and grace of the elves helping her flit between the trees. Aragorn followed her, nearly as swift himself. His speed and grace was derived perhaps, from fear for the Elvin Prince he had yet to find, though his years with the race themselves must have helped greatly as well.

The flight through the trees was swift; the only sound aside from their feet that reached Aragorns senses was the thumping of his own heart. The dash ended when ahead of him Eylien stopped. He halted beside her, peering through a gap between two of the tight knit trees.

What he saw before him fist made his chest tighten, and then pushed him to action.

Seated on a pile of cushions and wrapped in a blanket, was the much changed, yet still lovely vision that was Legolas. His hair was white as snow, and his frame, still discernable even under the blanket was slight.

Aragorn stood, transfixed.

But not for long.

As the sun finally lost all influence in the clearing, he saw Legolas lift his head, and look to the sky with dull grey eyes.

"Save me....." Aragorn heard him murmur, and then watched in horror as the dull eyes closed and the elegant head fell forward.

He could not still the cry of terror wrenched from him as he ran out through the trees and into another figure in his haste to reach Legolas.

"NO LEGOLAS!! NO!!"

Erk.... What do you think? I think I might be losing my touch with this story.... I really do... this chapter wasn't so forced as the last.. but.. It seems rather disjointed to me.. and 5-6 read throughs refuses to help me sort it out....

Ah well, I complain too much.... I really hope you enjoyed it ppl.... I'll try and get the next chapter to ya soon..

OH!! Wait.. PLEASE read this bit....

I've had this idea for two separate endings.. And.. Seeing as I can't work out which one I wanna use, do you ppl mind if I type them both up? Or would you prefer just the one? I mean, there is no obligation to read either but, well, I wanna know what you'd all prefer... this story is kind of for you guys now anyway.... Heh...

So, let me know yeah? Send an e-mail, or, if you wanna review tack it onto that... thank you SO much.. You guys are the best!!!

Luv to all!!

Lora Helen