Another chapter. My brothers and sisters were hogging the computer so I haven't been able to write much. Maybe if I get my pda from my uncle I'll be able to upload it more frequently.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, I have resigned to the fact that they will never be mine and they are JRR tolkins and his families, Maybe I can merry in.

The dragon in Rivendell thing is not my idea ether (. It is spades, so go read her stories, they come highly recommended. Go on. No wait, come back! After you read and review mine! Goes off chasing readers

Aragorn stared down at pendant in his hand; it was familiar to him, very familiar. It was the brooch worn by Elrohir; Aragorn remembered the brooch because he wore one almost identical to it. He had gotten it when he was young. Elladan had carved three brooches, one for each of the brothers, and had given it to the other two one yuletide. Each one had three trees with the branches intertwined, the branches each formed something different, for Estel it was two snakes, one eating the other. It wasn't until recently that Aragorn had understood what it meant. The other two had similar designs, each a symbol of the royalty of Imladris. Estel had always worn the symbol of his family on his tunic when he was in the wilderness. It had been a sign of home when the young ranger had only bare ground to sleep on, and the leafy branches of the forest had been his roof. The brooch had always brought comfort to him until now, his bad feeling in the pit of his stomach grew and he stood up to head back to camp.

The orc had been hit, but not killed by his comrade. He had seen the ranger kill his 'friends' and with his last ounce of strength crawled slowly nearer and nearer to the ranger. He saw the ranger pick up a trinket that he had found and mumble someone's name. He was almost there. The orc drove his dagger into Aragorn's flesh.

Aragorn had not seen the orc move, but his reflexes were quick and the orcs dagger did not hit its intended mark, but it was drove into Aragorn's leg instead. Aragorn swiftly killed the orc with his dagger that was in his belt. Then he had the task of removing the dagger. It had gone deep and was bleeding profusely. He let out a groan of pain and sat down.



Elladan snapped awake, he heard morning birds singing in the dawn. Elladan cursed himself for falling asleep. Elrohir had not yet awaked so Elladan made breakfast. It was almost an hour later when Elrohir woke up. Elladan checked his brothers injury and but some herbs on it. He was pleased to see that it was healing nicely. Breakfast was lembas and some water from a nearby stream. At the brook he saw some dragon prints, he wondered why they were there but he soon forgot about it.

"So much for an early start" Elrohir said as they took down the camp.

"You needed the rest, and now your injury is not as life threatening as it was."

By the time the twins had packed everything up the sun was starting to get higher in the sky. They started out, Elrohir leaned heavily on his brother but Elladan didn't seem to notice the extra weight.

About an hour later they found a carcass of a dear that had been mauled by wolves. Elrohir scrunched his nose up at the unpleasant odor the carcass admitted.

"This was what those wolves were chasing last night."

"Most likely."

There were other animals feeding on the leftover meat and they didn't even notice the two elves standing there.

"We had better to be on our way now."

Elladan stated and they moved on. Neither one noticed the elven footprints nor the green eyes that had appeared once again.

Legolas notched his bow and turned around. "Come out now or I shall shoot."

The elves words were quiet and menacing. A great dragon appeared. Its scales were forest green matching its emerald eyes. Legolas took a step back and lowered his bow. The dragon bowed.

"Hello master elf" she said calmly although her heart was pounding.

"H-hello master dragon"

Although Legolas had spent a lot of time in Rivendell and had seen several dragons he still was a bit wary of them.

"Why are you here? Has Elrond sent you to find us this soon?"

The elves words puzzled the dragon, she had heard of Elrond but had not seen him for a millennia.

"No, why would he?" This puzzled the elf, weren't the dragons living in Imladris under Souros' rule? "Um, lets start over, my name is Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood."

"I'm Virawiel, daughter of Rannyn"



Aragorn pulled the dagger out quickly. Then he wrapped the wound with a piece of cloth. Then he got up but the pain was unbearable and he fell back down. Aragorn let out some dwarfish curses and crawled to a small sapling. He cut a good bough to use as a crutch and tried to get up again. This time he was able to get up with only minimal pain and he started to hobble back to camp. It was slow going but he seemed to make it ok.

The young ranger tried not to limp as badly as he was but whenever he put to much wait on his leg the pain was unbearable. The sun was getting high in the sky by this time and Estel started to wonder if Legolas was worried about him yet. He quickened his pace. About five minutes later he heard some noise. Living his life with the elves had taught him to pick up the smallest sounds. Then he heard voices. He knew who they were!

"Elladan! Elrohir!"

A few seconds later two identical faces appeared from the bush.

"Estel!"

On of them said and they ran to him.

"Hey what happened to you?" the youngest twin asked.

"Oh, it's just a little scrape."

Estel stopped leaning on his crutch even though it hurt him tremendously to do so.

"But what happened to you? I know those bandages aren't there just for show."

"We ran into orcs yesterday and Elrohir got an arrow to the chest."

"O my gosh, are you al right?" Aragorn's healer instincts took over and he looked at Elrohir for any signs of infection even though they would be impossible to see though the bandages.

"Yes, I am fine. The wound is healing nicely"

Elrohir said and then noticed the look of pain on Estel's face.

"But you, I don't think that is just a scrape, sit down."

Estel sat down with a sigh. Elladan walked over to him with his twin in tow. The bandage was already red with blood and Aragorn was getting a little dizzy from loss of blood. Elladan unwrapped the pice of cloth that had served as a bandage.

"What happened here? This is not 'just a scrape' " Elladan asked.

"Well, you weren't the only one who ran into orcs." Estel said "I encountered them at a stream a little ways off."

Elladan listened and examined the wound at the same time. It was very deep. Elladan wondered how his younger brother was able to walk at all.

"I'm going to have to sew this up"

Strider grimaced as Elladan cleaned his wound with some herbs.

"Elrohir, can you get me some pain killer from the bag please?"

"Uh, sure"

Elrohir had been resting. Even though he did not show it, he was very tired. He just got up and got the bag. When he walked over to his brothers to give the mix he looked at Aragorn's gash.

"That must hurt" he commented.

"No, it feel perfectly fine" Estel always seemed to get sarcastic when he was hurt. The brother talked while Elladan was sewing Aragorn's leg up. Estel voiced his fears about the twins and showed them the brooch and Elladan and Elrohir told in further detail what had happened to them.

"I wonder where Legolas is?" Aragorn looked around. "I didn't think he would be this lazy and still not be awake." The sun was by this time making its way back down. (by our time it would be about 2 o'clock) The birds who had been happy to be visited by elves stopped singing. "That wasn't me" Estel stated. "Well it could have been your singing, but." An enormous dragon flew over and landed in there makeshift camp.

Feanen: The bantering was fun to write, I'm glad you liked it

Star-Stallion: Ok

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