A/N: Hey everybody! Or, both of you... only two reviews this time. sigh Thats not happy. Huggles to the two of you who did review though! Yay to Deana and Luthien and Tari Oronar! Once again you two are my two faithful reviewers! Please if you read this, even if you don't like it, review! Constructive criticism is welcomed but not flames! It's just when no one reviews I think no one is reading besides the two who review and that could be true, but sniff it's sad when you think that only two people are reading... okay! Enough soap opera crap. On to the review responses. (this shouldn't take that long...)

Deana: Yay! My number one reviewer! Yay! -huggles- Oh, and thanx for catching my little errors in chapter four. I fixed it and now it's all good! I did not mean to type eternal. Even I'm not that stupid... well, pretty close...

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Thanx for the reviews you two! I really appreciate it! Okay, as promised, here is chapter five. A little late, but here it is!

The Passing of The Moon

Chapter Five

The Beauty of Death

By: DarkStar

/She danced around in circles in front of his unseeing eyes, twirling and spinning in beautiful patterns. As she reached out her hand to grasp his, a dark yet sweet smile came to her face causing him to back away.

"Who are you?" he heard his voice ask more than a little shakily. She laughed, a white fire coming to her luminescent eyes and she spoke.

"Foolish little Legolas..., I am Death."/

"ADAR!" Aragorn frantically called for his stepfather as he stood in the door way of Legolas' room. "Adar come! Hurry!" Elrond appeared in the hallway and if times had been happier, Aragorn would have laughed, for the Lord was in his night clothes slippers and all.

"Estel, what is wrong?"

"He... he started coughing and then, then he just stopped moving! I called his name but he..., something is wrong Adar, terribly wrong!" Elrond rushed to the bed side of the blonde elf. Legolas seemed to be simply sleeping, eyes closed in a peaceful slumber. But it was that that worried the Elvin Lord and his son so. As much as they hated it to be true, his sleep should have been far from peaceful; but filled with pain and restlessness. Elrond bent close to open an eye. It was rolled back in his head. Fearing for the young elf's life, Elrond hastily took up one of the lifeless hands in his. Bending even lower, he whispered soft words into the elf's ear.

/ "Take my hand, Legolas. Come, walk away from the pain."

(Tolo dan 'nin i calad, Legolas.)

Again, Legolas heard the distant voice from the darker end of the tunnel he knew he walked.

(e boe le. Carubedi na i brennil)

'Elrond?' his groggy mind thought.

"No Legolas! Come with me! Come play with me!" Her once soft words now sounded as a command and the beautiful face was starting to twist with rage.

(Im baur le, ion nin. Padadan 'nin enni.)

Aragorn watched helplessly as his father tried to bring back his friend. The color from his face was all but gone, and- violent coughing? Legolas! After nearly ten minutes on the brink of death, he was again on the side of the living.

"Calm down Legolas," Elrond said soothingly. "Deep breaths. Thats it, breath." The coughing gradually subsided, much to their relief, and again all was quiet save the deep and ragged breaths of Legolas. That peaceful calm was broken by Elrond's quiet voice.

"Legolas listen to me," he began. "If you see her again, do NOT take her hand, understand?" Legolas slowly nodded. "Estel, could you leave me and Legolas alone for a few moments? You can return soon, but I need to check his wounds."

"Of course father, I will see if Leneya needs anything." With that, Aragorn left the bedroom to his father and best friend.

"Legolas, I cannot look at your eyes if they are closed. Open them for me please." Legolas slowly did as he was told. As Elrond looked at the now pale orbs, he did not like what he saw. They were unfocused. Very unfocused, as if Legolas couldn't quite discern where he was. And they were clouded. Not clear and strong as they always were before. He was still far from well. "You may close now if you wish Legolas, hannon le." The Elf Lord now took up one of the pale wrists, searching for a strong pulse. The one he found was far from strong, but it was still there. As Elrond re-bandaged the gash on Legolas' leg, he started conversation in an attempt to take the wood-elf's mind of the pain he was undoubtedly feeling.

"You gave us quiet a scare with that little stunt you pulled there. Acting as if you were dead. I would appreciate it greatly if you would not do that again." No emotion came from Legolas. "Was she as beautiful as you remember? As beautiful as the last time?" No response. "Last time you did take her hand, remember? I thought you were lost to us forever. I thank the Valar you realized in time you were needed here." Legolas just kept staring at the wall..., unblinking. Elrond could see this wasn't a good sign.

"I... wanted to - to take her hand." Elrond nearly dropped his tools as Legolas said these words. He brought his eyes up to meet those of the younger elf. How could he be saying this? Was the pain really that bad?

"Legolas, if you were to leave for the stone paved road of death, I know not what I would do!" There was the slightest hint of despair in the Elvin Lords voice. "I called you my son for a reason, Legolas. I often think of you as a fifth child. Do not leave both those who call you son for her. Do not leave your blood brothers and the ones that are your brothers by heart and soul. But most importantly Legolas, do not leave Leneya! She needs you so she can go on."

"She will still... leave for the undying lands."

"What?" Elrond were now very confused.

"She," Legolas tightly closed his eyes to block out the pain. "She won't be able to see... see me suffer. She'll just... just leave. She'll want to forget about me." He opened his mouth to say more but Elrond silenced him.

"Please Legolas. Do not waste your strength." Elrond finished his bandaging and left Legolas alone in the room.

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"Leneya?" Aragorn stood outside of Leneya's bedroom. "Leneya may I come in?" When no answer came, Aragorn began to get worried. Knocking one last time, the human silently pushed open the door. Leneya stood on the balcony in a dark flowing gown the shade a deep purple. She was looking towards the west, undoubtedly her eyes searching for the sea. Her soft golden hair shone in the moon light and the stars created a silver crown on her head. In her hand she held a rose, but the color was unlike any in Rivendell. Purple was not a common color for a rose and Aragorn wondered as to where it came from.

"Why are you here Aragorn?" Leneya's words held a broken tone. When Aragorn did not answer, the elleth became annoyed. "Again I ask you, why are you here?"

"I wanted to make sure you were alright. I have not seen you in a long while."

"I am fine Aragorn," her words were broken. "Leave me be. Please." Aragorn could see the grief slowly starting to edge its way into her mind. He would not leave her alone in a sea of worry, so he instead closed the door behind him and walked further into the bedroom stopping about half way to the she-elf.

"He will be alright Leneya. My father is doing everything in his power to insure his life is spared. He will be alright." Leneya swiftly turned to face Aragorn and he saw a pain unbearable locked in the sky blue pools soon to be unleashed in anger with her spoken words.

"That is what they said about my father wasn't it!" Her words were filled with hate. "'The poison is curable and he will make a full recovery.' is what they said. My father died of the same poison that now runs in the veins of the one I love, Aragorn! How do you know your father can save him? He has done all he can, you say? Legolas is still battling death and he has done all he can? I want to believe you Aragorn but I cannot see him making it! I know your father is trying, but maybe this time it just isn't enough." She turned once again to stare out the open window. "Do you believe he will make it Aragorn?" Walking slowly forward, the human pulled Leneya into an embrace.

"I know," he started, "that he has the will to survive and he would not leave without a fight. And he would never leave you." Leneya looked into the mans eyes, searching for any sign he was not saying the truth. When she saw none, she once again spoke.

"He gave this to me many a year ago. He said, as long as it lives we will stay together. It still blooms." A small smile came to her lips. "I guess I cannot give up hope. Not yet." Aragorn smiled and wordlessly agreed. Now that Leneya was more comforted, Aragorn asked a question that had been bothering him the entire time he had known the elf.

"Leneya, why does Legolas call you Ithil?" Leneya's smile grew.

"I was born on the night of the full moon." Aragorn felt stupid. It was so obvious. "I am the only elf I know who was, so my father started to call me little Ithil. I suppose Legolas gave the duty to himself to keep that name alive. I'm glad he did. It keeps a small part of my father alive and-"

"Miss Leneya?" Leneya turned to the healer in the door way.

"Yes?"

"Prince Legolas would like to speak with you."

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Leneya walked swiftly to Legolas's room. Being in the constant state of worry she was, anything that sounded remotely confusing worried her to a point. Her center of doubt at the moment was the healer simply saying Legolas wanted to speak with her. Her thoughts on a matter like this one were always is something wrong? Is he alright? Is he dying? As she opened the door she felt a wave of relief flood over her. Legolas was breathing regularly (regular being slightly labored at the time) and his face was not any paler, but she was still worried.

"Men raeg meleth nin?" Legolas opened his eyes to be greeted by the worried face of Leneya.

"Bedi, Leneya. Im henio."

"But I just came in-"

"The Undying Lands, Leneya. I don't- don't care."

"I don't plan on leaving you Legolas-"

"But you will wether you want to or not." Leneya looked at him intently.

"What do you mean?"

"Your heart belongs to the waves of the sea where pain is not. You cannot linger in a place that carries only bad memories. Wether you want to stay or not, the sea will call to you with a promise of no pain or sorrow but- but eternal beauty and light. I cannot keep you from answering that call." Soft tears rolled down the elleths cheeks creating an image of absolute beauty. She leaned forward and pulled Legolas into a gentle fond embrace that lasted for a long period of time.

"I do not want to leave you but I must. The pain I have faced here Legolas is to much for me to bear with still more to come-"

"What?" Leneya shot her eyes to those of Legolas's instantly realizing her mistake. "What do you know, Leneya?"

"I- I had a dream. Nothing more. Just a realistic dream."

"As realistic as a dream of second sight?"

"Perhaps. But I am not certain." Legolas looked hard into the eyes of Leneya.

"Listen to me. Do not tell anyone of this, henio? I don't-" Legolas words were cut off by abrupt coughing that did not subside. This was all to familiar and Leneya became frantic.

"Elrond!" Leneya cried out. "Elrond come quick!" Soon after her desperate cries, the elvin Lord burst through the door and rushed to the side of Legolas.

"Sshhhuuuu. Rest now Legolas, it will be alright. Relax. Elrond chanted these soothing words into his ear while holding a cloth to his mouth. When he pulled it away, it was no longer white, but stained crimson red with blood.

"I thought the internal bleeding had stopped." Aragorn had also come being quite worried for his friend.

"Obviously it has not. Calm down Legolas. It will be over soon. Calm down." The young elf had started to breath a bit to heavily, almost sounding as if he would suffocate.

"Can you do nothing about it?" Leneya was nearly in tears... again. Elrond sat in deep thought while still trying to bring Legolas' breathing down to a normal rate. 'What can I do?' he questioned himself. 'The medicine clearly is not working, the blood loss has not helped, and his fever has barley stayed below life threatening.'

"There is nothing I can do." He said aloud with an audible sigh of frustration. "All that I am able to do has been done. We have only hope left and his strength and will to live. It-"

"Adar?" The threesome turned to one of Elronds' sons standing in the door way.

"Yes Elladan?"

"King Thranduil is here. He is waiting in the court yard."

A/N: Uh oh! Kingy won't be to happy to find his son in the state he is in! What will happen next? Well this story doesn't have long to go so there will only be one or two more chappies, but I'm not sure. Here are the translations!

Tolo dan 'nin i calad, Legolas- Come back to the light Legolas.

e boe le. Carubedi na i brennil.- He needs you. Do not go with the Lady.

im baur le, ion nin. Padadan 'nin enni- I need you, my son. Walk back to me.

Men raeg meleth nin?- What's wrong my love?

bedi, Leneya. Im henio.- Go Leneya. I understand.

Okay, I'm not that good at elvish so if I made any mistakes PLEASE let me know so I can fix them.

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