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Legolas mentally prepared himself for the sudden onslaught he was sure to face. Each orc charged with the fury of a hundred warg riders. "So it begins." After firing off a few arrows, he realized the effort was fruitless because for every orc he shot down, it seemed that five more came in its place. So, he pulled out his knives.

The first orc came wielding a long, cruelly curved sword, reading to remove Legolas's head clean off his shoulders. But he never got the chance. With great ease he parried the blow with his Elvin knife and delivered a swipe of his own, killing the foul individual. Then, two more orcs attacked at the same time, but again, they proved no match for the fierceness with which the elf fought. Parry after parry after strike after strike. This was how the battle moved on, causing time to slowly expire.

Aragorn, though still dazed and off-balance, moved into a sitting position hoping to help his friend in this battle. He found his sword laying a few inches to the right of him. He picked it up with his good right arm and prepared himself for the pain he knew he would feel when he stood up. With the greatest of ease, he gradually made it into a standing position, although pain was a constant companion. "Come on, Aragorn. You can do this. You've been in worse spots before." As much as he wanted to fight, he could not endure the bout of dizziness that came with his sudden motion. He put his hand on the tree behind him for support, trying to regain his breath. "It's now or never." He gained as much breath as he could, raised his sword, and warily, went into battle.

Legolas was engaged in a battle with one of the orcs. He had not noticed Aragorn's sudden movement to a standing position until he saw him fighting against a rather large orc a few yards away. Finishing off the adversary he was fighting, he made his way over to Aragorn to offer his assistance knowing how much pain his friend would be in from his fall. He was just in time, too, to prevent an orc who was sneaking up behind Aragorn, with the intentions of impaling Aragorn upon his sword. With a flash of movement, he strung an arrow and prevented the orc's assault.

No matter how many orcs they killed, the others just did not seem to run out. They were outnumbered, wounded, and exhausted. Aragorn was suffering from the after effects of his fall from the tree, while Legolas had managed to gain a few sword wounds and numerous bruises. They knew they needed help, but the probability of getting any was astronomical. Just when all hope seemed to dwindle, Legolas sensed the approach of their saviors.

Elrond and the other elves arrived riding on their horses, armed and ready for battle. Within minutes, the orcs were eradicated.

"Are you both well?" asked Elrond with great concern, as he looked from Aragorn to Legolas and back to Aragorn.

"Well, considering the circumstance, I would say that we have been better," stated Aragorn, who was too tired to put up a fight over his physical condition. This just proved how bad Aragorn must have felt at that moment.

"Thank the Valar for your impeccable timing. I almost thought we would have been orc entrées," Legolas said sarcastically.

"I have been searching for a long time for the two of you. You do not know the worry you have caused me. I am just happy that you two are relatively…less than somewhat alright."

"We need to talk to you, ada. Something strange happened yesterday that we thought maybe you could resolve."

"All that can wait until tomorrow. Right now, we are going to set up camp and stay here for the night. I need to find out just how bad the two of you are. Valar knows I cannot trust you to honestly tell me."

"I resent that, ada" Aragorn said innocently, with a touch of sarcasm.

"I am sure you do, ion nin. I am sure you do."

With all that said and done, the elves set up the campsite while Glorfindel, Elladan, and Elrohir checked the perimeter. Elrond, of course, was given the task of piecing Aragorn and Legolas back together. He finally fell into a tranquil peace, believing all would be well, now that he had found them.

How wrong he was. Their troubles were only beginning. They were in for the fight of their lives.

"Come Estel, Legolas. It is time to heal your wounds and finally rest."

They both started to follow Elrond into the tent. Aragorn, however, had not felt the full pain of his wounds until the adrenaline wore off. Now, he felt as if he was sat on by an Oliphant. Dizziness overcame him from the loss of blood and the sharp pain from his wounds. His head felt like it was going to explode, and he could not even feel his arm. He had not noticed the arm slip across his back and the other one holding his good arm, keeping him balanced.

"Come on, Aragorn. You have had a trying day."

Legolas and Elrond supported Aragorn as they made their way slowly into the tent that Elrond had set up for the two friends to rest and recover in.

"Alright, ease him down here on this bed."

There was a makeshift bed in the middle of the room against the far wall. There were beautifully created throws and blankets strewn neatly across. One could tell the effort put into the creation of these fabrics.

"What have you done to yourself this time, Estel," Elrond said rhetorically.

He carefully removed Aragorn's shirt in order to better see to the damage on his son's body. With calm and steady hands, Elrond went to work with the help of Legolas and another young elf who had traveled with him on the search. He decided that first and foremost wound that needed attention was the arrow. Gently, but forcefully, he removed the arrow, while Legolas and the other elf, Nimbel, held Aragorn down. Aragorn wanted to escape the new found pain, but his body could not take much more, so he was easily held at bay.

"I am sorry, ion nin, for causing you so much pain."

"It is alright, ada. It has to be done," a voice croaked.

Next, Elrond came across a slight setback. The left shoulder was dislocated, the same shoulder that had been penetrated by the arrow. This posed a slight problem, but Elrond discovered the best way to set the limb. He knew it would cause a large amount of pain, so again, he had Legolas and Nimbel hold the man down. With a quick pull, and slight 'pop' back into place, the shoulder was back where it belonged. This time, Aragorn revolted with much more force than he had the first time. Despite the strength of the two elves, he was able to dislodge their hold on him. But Legolas did not give up easily, and once again, grabbed Aragorn and tried to force him back onto the bed. Aragorn, with pure instinct and in an extreme amount of pain, threw his arm out in order to beat his attacker to the bout. His fist rammed itself into Legolas's chest. An audible crack could be heard, and all went silent. Aragorn had snapped out of the pain induced trance he was in when he realized what he had just done.

Legolas already had bruised ribs, but the impact of Aragorn's fist was enough to break two of them. Normally, Aragorn would never have been able to do what he did, but he was already too weak from the battle. As a large flare of pain went up his chest, Legolas wrapped his arms around his middle. Nimbel quickly helped Legolas lay down on the bed across the room.

"Oh, by the Valar what have I done?"

Elrond shook himself out of his trance and went over to Aragorn in order to lay him back down and prevent further injury. He knew he needed to see to Legolas soon as a result of the latest incident. He called Nimbel over with the tea that was being prepared, and he gave it to Aragorn in order to give him rest before he began blaming himself harshly for what happened. After Aragorn fell asleep, Elrond wrapped his shoulder and ribs (which he had broken 3 of from his fall from the tree), and then he went over to take care of Legolas.

"Legolas, where are you injured, besides your ribs?"

"I think I was cut on the thigh, but I am not quite sure. I had suppressed the pain up until now. The pain is coming back in full force."

"Alright, lie still." He took a look at Legolas's leg. He found a large, bloody gash that was tinged with a yellowish color. Infection must have set in, which would be the reason for Legolas's slow reflexes.

"This is a nasty looking gash. I will need to clean it for infection has already set in."

"Do as you must."

As quickly as possible, as not to cause too much pain to his patient, Elrond cleaned the wound and then bandaged it. Then, he had Legolas remove his shirt in order to get a better look at the already bruised chest. He found that one rib had been broken, and one other cracked. He bandaged the tender chest and administered a sleeping drought and pain killer. Legolas instantly fell asleep. He then dismissed Nimbel for he had no more need of his assistance. Elrond covered Legolas and then went back over to his beloved son. He quietly began talking to him.

"Oh, ion nin, you had me so worried. I may not have told you this lately, but I miss you every time you leave the safety of Rivendell and venture into the dangerous world. It tears out my heart every time you come back to me bloody or injured. It makes me realize that one day I am going to lose you, and each time is harder than the last. When I feel pain during a premonition about you, I do not know what to do. Yes, the great Elf lord does not know how to react," he said in a sad, sarcastic tone. Then his voice became serious again. "I do not know whether to come running to help you, or if maybe…this time is the last and every moment I spend without you holds more time for hope that you still live." Tears gathered in the Elf lord's eyes, but he continued to speak to the unconscious Aragorn. "You are probably going to wonder why I am telling you all of this. And the truth is I don't know how long I shall still be with you. If what I think has happened did, than this may be the very end of the elves as we know it. Just know that I love you and will always be with you."

With that said he kissed his son on the forehead and sat down in the chair across the room, falling asleep to the soothing sounds of the nightly creatures in the woods with a peaceful smile on his face.

AN: Wow, that was longer than usual. I am very proud of myself. I will update soon. Hope you like it! Please review and I can't thank you enough if you already have!