A/N: YAY! Chapter Four! Thanks to all of you who reviewed for the last chapter and I hope this one proves to be successful. I will not say all the blah blah I usually do before I start a chapter but I will thank the three of you who reviewed. My hopes are I can get more than three this time around, but if you three keep reviewing I'll be REALLY happy! And I have been bogged down with seventh grade end of the year projects. Following chapters, like this one, might come later than liked, but they will come!

Deana- Again, thank you for the review! Yes, I enjoy making Sexy elves suffer. Its a complex I have... sigh.

KSMOrligirl- Yay! I updated sooner than I did for three! Well, it was still kinda late..., but oh well. Thanx for the advice on the little triangle things! So far I haven't been able to get it to work, but i'll keep trying! And who says I won't kill Legolas...

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Now, I'm going to pop in my celtic lullabies and write chapter four. Hope this is good...

Passing of The Moon

Chapter 4

Sacrifices of Love

By: Emily Smith

Kneeling on the floor next to Legolas' bed was Leneya, tears streaming down her face as she wept. Aragorn walked slowly to the elf maidens side, kneeling beside her offering what little comfort he had to give. Instantly her head fell into his lap, golden hair falling a bout his legs. Her melodious voice was muffled by sobs making her distressed voice a little above a whisper.

"Oh Aragorn..." she cried. Gently, in a attempt to calm her, Aragorn ran his fingers through the soft golden silk that was her hair, humming softly. Looking up and seeing the slow rise and fall of Legolas' chest denied his fears of Legolas being dead, letting him freely continue to sooth Leneya.

"Why do you cry for those that are not yet gone?" he asked. "Surly hope does not escape you that easily?" Her tear filled eyes wandered up to those of the mans. Pools of watery green merging with soft grey, desperately trying to find the right words to say so he would understand.

"It is not that I want to cry," she managed to get out. "I try so hard not to. But every time I close my eyes, the horrible picture of death crosses my mind. I see my father, dead. My mother, gone. Always the people I love. I see Legolas lying on the bed lifeless like a corpse! I cannot stand to see any more pain! This place, this arda, it only brings me grief. If I stay here, I fear I may lose everyone..., by losing myself." Aragorn sat in silence. Leneya was- no she couldn't. Could she? "I cannot stay in this place of death anymore. Don't you understand? I must leave. I must sail away to a better place, no matter who I must leave behind."

"But you will be leaving Legolas." said Aragorn. "If he does not die by this, with your leaving he could die of grief. He loves you, Leneya. If you left, who knows how he will react. He is strong, but he has lost many loved ones. His mother, a brother, a best friend. You and Thranduil are the only ones keeping him here." Leneya shook her head in denial.

"He could never love me the way I do him. I do not think I could live another day without him by my side." Now it was Aragorn's turn to speak denial and he did so freely, pushing Leneya to believe in every word.

"He loves you more than all the trees of this world. He spoke to me many times of you long ago, before I knew what he would eventually ask of you." Leneya looked up to him and held his gaze, confusion written on her porcelain face. "I cannot tell you what that question will be for it is not my place. I have said enough as it is and I think it is something he would like to address himself. I-"

"Need to silence your self before you reveal all plans that are personal." Leneya and Aragorn turned to the bed in which the weak voice came from. Leneya's eyes lit up in wonder and happiness.

"Legolas!" The overly excited she-elf threw her arms around him, forgetting for a brief moment the hurt he had sustained. She was, unfortunately, embracing rather tightly his chest wound and a small groan escaped Legolas' lips. Leneya instantly pulled back. "I am so sorry! I forgot-" A cold hand reached up and touched her lips. Legolas shook his head as if saying she needn't go on. He smiled and tried to speak, but at that instant, his face screwed up in pain and a violent fit of coughing erupted from the pale lips. Leneya looked to Aragorn desperately for help, but Aragorn was at loss. He did not know what had just befallen his friend. Leneya was unable to stand it anymore and ran out of the room crying.

With each cough, Aragorn could feel Legolas weaken, and the grip he now held on his shoulders tightened to an extent that Aragorn thought he would actually crush Legolas. He whispered calming words to his friend, but he did not seem to hear them. All Legolas could hear was the sound of his own coughing. All he could see was the back of his eyelids. All he could taste was the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth. That last assumption frightened him greatly as well as Aragorn. If Legolas was coughing up blood that meant internal bleeding! Lost in his thoughts, he did not hear that the coughing had stopped until Legolas shivered beneath him. He shivered? What he...

"Aragorn, I'm so cold." Legolas. Aragorn rolled legolas onto his back once more. The elf's eyes were now fogged, almost looking gray. He placed a shaking hand on his forehead but instantly pulled it away for it burned with an unthinkable fire. "I'm so cold, Aragorn." he said again "please, so cold." Legolas fell into unconsciousness once again and Aragorn's eyes widened. He ran out of the room as fast as possible. He sped to the study of his father and burst through the door.

"ADAR!" Elrond looked up from his paper work to see a very out of breath and de-shelved Aragorn standing before him. "Adar, I know what poison runs through Legolas' veins! It is one he described to me when... well I know what it is! It is something called Dragons-Bane!" Elrond froze.

"Oh, no."

'Oh, no?' Aragorn thought. 'this can't be good.' He knew of haw Legolas described Dragons-Bane as the fastest acting poison on the earth, but if it was Legolas should have been dead by now. Wait... it wasn't Dragons-Bane, only the imitation color added to - of corse. "Dragons Fire." Elrond spun around.

"What?"

"ForgIve me for scaring you adar, but I fear I was mistaken. This new information may ease your worry somewhat. It is not the real poison that was injected, only the coloring added to a more common poison Dragons Fire. If it was Dragons-Bane, Legolas would be dead." Elrond still looked very troubled. "What is wrong, adar? I thought Dragons Fire was curable."

"It is curable," said Elrond as he rummaged through his healing books, possibly looking for that cure. "But I do not know how long it has been in his body, not even you remember clearly. It, the counter poison, Must be administered no more than 80 hours after the poison is injected. I can try but I do not know the outcome of such a procedure. It is very painful from what I understand."

"Please Adar. You must try for Legolas' sake. He will be able to endure the pain, but I will not be able to stand his death."

"The look of pleading in your eyes is to hard to ignore, Estel." Elrond sighed as he finally reached the page over carefully. "Im innas, ion nin. Im innas."

Elrond sat on the bed next to Legolas' shivering form. He held a small vile filled with an orange liquid in his hand (which by the way smelled awful). Holding Legolas' hand was Leneya. A worried look covered her beautiful face giving it a look of a lovers distress which was horrible to see. Elrond gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Leneya, could you please lift his head?" Leneya nodded and slowly brought Legolas to and upright position. "I am sorry, but this will hurt him briefly." he said as if Legolas could not hear, which he could. "Open your mouth, Legolas." Legolas did what he was told as best he could, regretting it soon after wards. As Elrond poured the liquid down his throat, a salty, bitter, and rancid taste flowed with it. He wanted to spit it up, but he would not let himself. It wasn't yet hurting him, but once it was poured onto his wound, that all changed. A horrible pain started in his chest and flared throughout the rest of his body. He could not remain silent any longer. The scream of pain and agony filled the peaceful city of rivendell. Birds stopped chirping, Elves stopped singing for now, they were all afraid for the Mirkwood prince. True, he was not of Imladris, but he was there so often all people loved him as they would their own prince's.

Leneya's hand felt like it would fall off at any moment. Every time Legolas screamed, he would grip her hand tighter. Luckily, that was only twice. Aragorn, who stood near the door, could barely stand it for much longer. He could not get the thought out of his head that legolas' pain was his fault. Silence soon engulfed the small room. Legolas had stopped screaming. Elrond got up to leave.

"Is there anything I can do to ease his pain?" Aragorn asked anxiously. He was desperate to help his friend in any way possible.

"I have done all I can," Elrond said opening the door. "All that is left for you to do is to be by his side. Your presence alone is a great medicine." Aragorn gave a slight smile. His father was right, again. But he was still wishing there was more. Elrond placed a hand on his sons shoulder. "e boe le, ion nin. na ennas." With those words Elrond and a sobbing Leneya left the room, leaving the two friends alone together.

Aragorn noticed sweat starting to appear on Legolas' forehead. Moving to the side of the bed, he gently lay a cool cloth on it. Legolas' breathing was very labored, but the coolness of the cloth seemed to relax his whole body. Aragorn anted to lighten the mood a bit, so he started to recall a certain tale of a long while ago.

"Do you remember when we came upon that spiders nest just outside of mirkwood?" a small smile came to Legolas' face as he nodded. "If I remember correctly, you decide it would be fun to see how long the web would hold us up before it lost its stick..." he was asleep. Eyes closed from pain Aragorn realized sadly. But non the less, he was resting. He brought the sheets up to legolas' midsection, and bending low, whispered in his ear. " îdh mae, gwador nin. îdh mae."

Well, here is Chapter 4 just like I promised! I hope you liked it! ; )

Translations:

"I will, my son. I will"

"He needs you, my son. Be there."

"Rest well, my brother. Rest well."

Now, R&R. You know you want to...

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