A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. I've seemed to be busy with poetry lately. This chapter may seem a little slow moving to some of you, but it is necessary in the story. Now as always I will take this time to thank the wonderful TWO people that reviewed.

Deana: Yay! Your the only person who has reviewed for both chapters! (sniff) I'm so happy.

KMSOrligirl: Thanx for reviewing! It wasn't exactly PMS, he was just kinda worried about the fact that they were being followed by orcs and Aragorn was doubting himself. Usually he would not say things like that, no.

OH! I forgot to tell you all! You may not care a wit about what is happening with me, but I NEED to tell you this! Seven stories and poems have made it onto Six different favorite stories lists, AND I have made it onto three favorite authors lists. I'm just very proud of myself and needed to tell someone other than my mom.

NOW, on with Chapter three.

Remembering

Aragorn waited outside the healing chambers nervously. Leneya was instructed to get some rest but Aragorn would not sleep even if his life depended on it. He was to worried. His father had bandaged his arm and every other noticeable cut he had, but it was not himself that he was worried about, but his Elven friend that lay on the other side of the wall.

"Estel," the human looked up to see Elrond quickly closing the doorway to the healing room. He was wiping blood of his hands. "Would you come in here please?" He motioned to his office that was a little ways down the hall. Nodding, Estel (as he was called in Imladris) followed his father into the office. Elrond closed the door behind them and told Aragorn to sit as he did the same.

"What happened?" he asked plainly. He needed to find out or he would not know how long the poison was in the young elf's veins. Aragorn didn't really know himself, but he tried to interpret the events as best he could.

"Near the end of the fight...," he winced as he remembered the sight of Legolas on the ground. "I guess an orc had his bow raised aiming for me. Legolas must have jumped in-front of me so I wouldn't get hurt." he then mumbled something under his breath that sounded like "stupid elf". Elrond chuckled to the surprise of Aragorn.

"Stupid, no," he said smiling to himself. "to unselfish, yes. Never thinking about what might happen to him as long as he can help those around him. I swear it will be the death of him someday." It was silent for a while as Aragorn thought of what his father had just said. Finally, the question Elrond did not want to answer was asked by the human.

"How is he?" Elrond did not answer. "Adar, tell me." Aragorn did not want to hear what soon came out of his mouth.

"He remains unconscious. The poison is making it very difficult for the wound as well as Legolas to heal. And... he has a fever of 105.2" Aragorn's eyes nearly popped out of his head. 105.2? It was a miracle he was even still alive! "You may go see him if you wish."

"Thank-you adar!" Aragorn nearly jumped out of his chair and ran out of the office, leaving Elrond alone to ponder how to tell Thranduil that his son was once again in the healing chambers of Imladris.

As Aragorn entered the healing chambers, the sight of his friend made him stop dead in his tracks. There, in a bed in the corner, lay Legolas. His was bright face was a ghostly white with the only color appearing being his pale red lips. His golden hair stuck to him from the amount of sweat that had gathered in it. When he would breath, it would be choppy and labored. Aragorn rushed over to the bed and took his friends hand in his. He was shocked at how cold and lifeless it was. It almost seemed to be nothing more than a prop, hardly part of any living thing.

"Please Eru," he whispered to the night, "do not let him pass from this world, do not take him from me." As he said this, a single tear fell from his eye, landing on Legolas' pale hand. Aragorn sank into the chair at the side of the bed, and slept by Legolas' side all night. The elf did not wake up.

"Aragorn? Aragorn wake up now." the young man was aroused by a light shaking of his shoulders. Opening his eyes, he saw Arwen standing in-front of him, a sympathetic smile on her lips. "Are you not going to come down and eat?" she asked. "You've been up here all night." Noticing he was very hungry, Aragorn began to rise, but instantly remembered..., Legolas. In his immediate panic, the ranger looked to the bed only to find it was empty.

"Where is Legolas!" he nearly screamed in his worry. "Why is he not here?" Shushing him, Arwen bent down to hold the shaking hand of her love.

"It is alright, Estel," she said in a soft voice. "he has only been moved to his bedroom. Adar thought it would be best if he was in a less busy and more familiar room." calming down some, Aragorn nearly laughed. The healing chambers were all TOO common for Legolas. But he did agree, the bedroom which was now known as Legolas', did have allot less traffic then where he and Arwen were standing right now. "Now," continued Arwen, "what about that breakfast?"

As he ate, Aragorn could feel a sadness in the room shared by all at the table. Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, and Arwen all sat with Aragorn eating..., silently. No one new what to talk about, and the abnormal silence was making the man feel on edge, but it was very understandable. All were worried by Legolas and that was all they could think about. The elf had not made any progress as healing goes, and everyone knew if the prince died a entire kingdom would fall to ruin. The grief of King Thranduil would be to much for him to bear. He would surely die or pass to the grey havens leaving the already failing forest of Mirkwood without king or heir. The dark power of the necromancer would be to much to fight without rule, and Mirkwood would fall to the darkness and fall apart. The thought shook Aragorn to the bone as well as the thought of Len- Leneya? Where had she been?

"Pardon me for asking," Aragorn's voice broke the silence. "but where is Leneya? I have not seen her since yesterday. She is all right isn't she?"

"Leneya is well," Elladan answered. "she ate earlier this morning, heading for Legolas' room afterwards. She insisted she stay with him until he wakes." At the mention of his friend, Aragorns' heart sank. He had to see him.

"May I be excused?" without waiting for an answer, Aragorn left for Legolas' bedroom. Elrond shook his head.

"What will I do?" he asked half to himself half to those around him. "If Legolas dies, Estel will surely follow. I have never seen such an inseparable pair."

Flashback

"Elladan!" the young man screamed to the night. The elf had been gone for four hours and Estel was starting to worry. Finding a rabbit for dinner shouldn't take four hours. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound from behind in the bushes. "Elladan?" he asked hopefully. His hope was soon turned to fear as someone other than his brother appeared from behind the shrubs..., an orc. Drawing his sword, Estel prepared to fight the beast. The orc advanced on the human and the deadly dance began. First the orc would swing, then Estel would block his blow. It went on like this for many long minutes, but the young human was wearing down and was soon knocked off his feet. The hideous creature had the advantage and was about to use it, when an elvin blade met the crocked scimitar throwing it into the air leaving the orc defenseless. Estel watched in joy as his savior decapitated his opponent in one swing. Re-sheathing his knives, the elf knelt beside the young human, his storm blue eyes shining in the night.

"Le pantir?" he asked in a beautiful smooth voice.

"I- I think so." replied the human. "Just a little shaken is all. You see my brother, Elladan, went to find some food and I have not seen him in at least four hours. I am beginning to think something has happened to him." At the mention of Elladan, the smile that had graced the elvin face disappeared and was replaced with a frown of worry.

"Elladan?" the elf asked himself. "Then you must be the one they call Estel, correct?" Estel, not knowing if this being truly was a friend, was a little bit hesitant to share his name but nodded anyway. Holding out his hand, the elf lifted Estel off the ground. "Well we best start looking for your brother, shouldn't we now?" As he started to head off, Estel called out to him.

"Wait!" the elf turned around. "Um, well..., you have not told me your name." Laughing at his stupidity, he told the young man.

"You can call me Legolas."

End Flashback

Aragorn slowly walked up the stairway leading to Legolas' bedroom, afraid of what he might see. Seeing the door, he hesitantly turned the door knob but suddenly stopped. He heard sobbing coming from in side. Not wanting to see what he might find, Estel opened the door.

...CLIFIE! well not really but o.k. Sorry this chapter took so long, what chapter two was on the 15th! Holly crap! I feel so bad. Sniff.

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