Disclaimer: Characters belong to TOlkien, too bad...but the plot is mine...but if you hate the fic I revoke that statement. J/k.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Hope you like the next chapter.

Two mornings after his departure from Bree, a few hours after dawn, Legolas's keen eyes caught sight of a large black dot on the horizon. "Run Asfaloth, there he is! Noro lim!" Asfaloth ran harder, hooves pounding against the gravel of the road. When they got closer Legolas could tell that the shape was indeed Aragorn, but he was no longer alone; a large company of Uruk-hai surrounded him, and the blade of Anduril shone like fire in the new morning light. Legolas willed his horse to go faster still, seeing that Aragorn was severely outnumbered and being taken down despite his valiant efforts.

"Aragorn!" Legolas called to his friend. The Uruk-hai turned at the sound of the Elves' voice. Aragorn looked up at him as he rode forward, slaying the creatures as he went, arrows flashing. Aragorn felt darkness overtake him and he collapsed onto the Road. "Aragorn!" Legolas quickly slew the rest of the host and leaped off Asfaloth, kneeling by his friends' side.

Legolas brushed the hair out of Aragorn's face and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve. There was a large gash upon the Ranger's forehead, just over his left eyebrow. Legolas pulled a strip of cloth out of his pocket and applied pressure to the wound. He rested Aragorn's head upon his knees gently. After several long minutes, Aragorn moaned and held a hand to his head. His eyes opened slowly. "What happened? Legolas?" Legolas smiled but his brow was lined with worry.

"Yes, I am here." He said, happy that his friend was conscious and recognized him.

"The Uruk-hai jumped me, they came out of no where...then... just when I began to believe that I would die...you appeared. I thought I was seeing things... a gleaming white angel come to take me away. I am much happier that it is you and not an angel of death." Aragorn smiled. "But, what are you doing here? Why are you not in Mirkwood?"

"That is not important right now," Legolas replied, checking under the rough bandage. "Now we must get you some help. This wound looks bad. It is far nearer to the House of Elrond. We must get you there. I have not his skills in healing."

"No, I'm alright." Aragorn said, trying to stand up but he swayed and fell to his knees. He put his hands over his face as his vision faded as if he would black out again.

"Liar. Come; you shall ride in front of me. We will take your horse. Asfaloth is weary; he will follow us to Rivendell at his own pace."

Legolas heaved Aragorn up in his strong arms and half-carried the Ranger to his horse. He helped Aragorn into the saddle then jumped up behind him, holding him around the waist so he would not fall off. He murmured a command to the chocolate brown horse and he leapt into motion, heading straight down the road upon the long path to Rivendell.

Legolas felt Aragorn go limp in his arms and he had to work twice as hard to keep the large man on his horse. He willed the horse to go faster, feeling Aragorn's blood dripping onto his hand from the cut in his head. He knew that he needed to get his friend help fast or he would die from that Orc wound; it ran deeper than he had first thought.

"Hold on Aragorn," Legolas whispered in his companion's ear.

About a day's ride out from Rivendell and more than 2 weeks after he had left Mirkwood, Legolas still hadn't slept and he heard heavy hoof beats closing in behind them. He whipped his head around and his Elf eyes perceived 3 Black Riders closing the gap between them. "RUN!" Legolas shouted at the horse, driving it onward at a neck-breaking pace. He wasn't going to make it... No, he had to make it to the River or Aragorn would die.

Legolas reached the River with only feet to spare between him and his chasers, He crossed the River and watched as it rose to a great height and flooded the opposite shore. He leapt down from the horse, gently taking Aragorn down with him. He laid his friend on the ground as Elrond and a large group of Elves dashed out to greet them. Legolas felt his legs buckle beneath him and he felt himself falling. Lord Elrond's face grew dark, eyes clouded with concern. Elrond reached his side just in time to catch Legolas as he collapsed from weariness.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Aww...poor Legolas...