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Note: Thanks for the reviews. This is the last chapter of this story but that is because I do not want to make this story so long so I am splitting it up in two stories and the new story is probably going to be called "Always the West." So if you think of a better title just let me know. Angry Elrond in here, maybe.

Legolas gasped when a loud knocking at the door brought him out of his sleep, the pain came rushing back to him when he pushed himself up and rushed to the door. He opened it to reveal a frightened looking Gimli and two Hobbits who after pushing him into the room, exclaimed. "He is here." Legolas hissed when he hit the desk with his back and answered. "Slow down, who is here?"

"Elrond! And he is angry. By the way, what has happened to your chest?" Gimli answered, searching for Aragorn and finding the human lying on the bed, he walked over and then shook him Aragorn woke up with a start and looked around, finally his blurred gaze settled on Legolas and he frowned seeing his pale counterpart out of bed and without a shirt so that the bruising stood out even more. "What... what… what is happening?" He finally managed.

Legolas fixed him with a gaze and answered, crossing his arms over his chest with a pained expression. "That is what I would like to know." Pippin shuffled his feet while Sam spoke up. "Well Mister Legolas, sir, I am awfully sorry to get you up so early seeing as you were clearly still asleep but there is a problem, we overheard and we weren't eavesdropping, Mister Legolas, I am very sure that we were not, anyway your guards said that a very angry Lord Elrond is on his way, intending on finding out what has been happening."

Legolas exchanged a look with Aragorn and softly said. "So he found out, has he?" Gimli looked back at the elf before he said. "Now lad, what has happened to you, I cannot remember seeing those bruises and the bandages on your chest before? Do not tell me that the human here has been a little bit too rough with you."

"No, he broke a rib and not because I was rough with him but because he has been sparring and then playing with the hobbits" Aragorn answered instead. He crawled out of bed pulling a shirt over his head, he continued. "I had to set it last night, he did not tell me that he had broken something and I found out by accidentally hurting him." There was an angry look in his eyes and he turned fully to face Legolas before he hissed in Sindar. "You should have told me."

"I should but I did not. It turned out for the better, did it not?" Legolas replied. Aragorn ran a hand through his hair before he said. "It is not that, just the fact that you should have told me is what is bothering me, I didn't wouldn't have had to hurt you, because I do not like to do that."

"I am not your possession, Elessar." Legolas sneered, the conversation was carried out entirely in Sindar and the hobbits and Gimli could only tell by the body language of the two lovers that something was amiss. Aragorn walked over and he said. "No, you are right, Prince, you are nobody's possession, I just thought with everything that we have been through and what we mean to each other, I thought you would trust me enough for you to come to me when something like this happens." This time there was something sad in his undertone.

Legolas' breath quickened and he knew that Aragorn had played it more smartly then ever before. The man didn't accuse him of anything but had relied on the elf's own ability and their trust in the love they shared to make him feel guilty. "Damn you." He hissed before he continued. "I trust you, as you know very well but this was because I did not want to tell you, you go into healer mode and that is not how I like you. We have a lot to learn and old habits die hard, as you know, filthy human." He tousled the man's hair which was becoming greasy again. Aragorn raised an eyebrow before he asked, a smile lighting his face. "I do not go into healer mode. And I just took a bath two days ago."

Legolas grinned and answered. "My dear one, you do have a healer mode and yes you should take a bath more often." Aragorn closed the distance and whispered in the pointy ear. "If somebody would mind taking a bath with me, I might consider that." Legolas grumbled low when a knock on the door brought everyone back to the present situation. Aragorn turned and gave himself as much distance as he could between Legolas and himself. Sam opened the door and tried to manage a surprise and quickly respond while he said. "Master Elrond, sir, what a surprise. How are you doing and what brings you here today on this fair but early morning?"

Elrond stepped into the room and Aragorn felt his heart ache for the older elf's love and understanding in this. It had been playing for as long as he was known and Elrond had supported him in anything, he wished it was the same now. "I am fine, Master Gamgee but there are some people I would like to see. One being my foster son and the other one is Prince Legolas." Elrond answered, smiling gently. He looked a lot better then before and the healthy look was back in his eyes and not the insane look he had wore before.

Gimli cast a look at Legolas and Aragorn before he left, the Hobbits following suit. Aragorn sat down on the couch and Legolas quickly pulled a shirt over his head before settling on the desk. Elrond crossed his arms over his chest and waited until he was certain that the last of the footsteps had died away before he said. "It seems my children have a remarkable taste for you, Aragorn, son of Arathorn. They all love you for something I cannot see. I have called you my own for so long and then when my daughter died, the only link to the fair Celebrian that I still had, it was broken and it broke my heart as well. It is said that elves can die of grief and I nearly did, much like I did when my lady love passed over the sea, yet somebody helped me, somebody who loves me and I love him very dearly. Yes, Estel, it is a he and I know that you do not think this is strange. I have the gift to see in the hearts of people and I know what has been in yours, as much as you tried to hide it. As I know what is in Legolas' heart…" He had to stop there when a voice called from the doorway. "Then pray tell, Adar, why can you not accept it?"

All heads snapped up to find Elrohir standing there, looking weary but with a grin on his face at beating his father here before something could happen. Elrond looked at his son in surprise before his gaze shifted back to Aragorn who shrugged and answered. "I did not know he was on his way, neither did we know you were going to be here."

Elrohir stepped into the room where minutes before his father had stood and walked over to where Legolas was sitting, settling next to the blond elf. "I cannot say why I cannot accept it, but why did you not tell me before? It would have saved people heartache."

"For it would not have mattered, the people demanded that I would take a wife and when you said that she was sailing, I thought she would not turn back." Aragorn quietly answered. Elrond bowed his head and said. "She said that what I saw was wrong, that there was not only death but also life, that she had seen a son, that she would give life to the heir of Gondor. Yet I never imaged that she would lose her own life in doing so. What is she is not reborn but will fall to the mortal doom?"

"Then at least she has known love with the man she loved best, why do you not want that for Aragorn, as you said, who you have called your own for so long?" Legolas demanded. Elrond quickly turned around and his face was like ash before he said. "It was you all along, you are the one he calls love now. Why do you allow this?"

"For it was intended for me to fall in love with him, as it was intended for him to fall for me. And because I love him and I cannot imagine a life without him." Legolas softly answered while he pressed his hand against his ribs, his breathing came in shorter gasps and it hurt terribly, he didn't know why it would hurt so bad now, it could not have shifted, now could it.

Aragorn stood up so quickly at seeing Legolas grow paler, that Elrond looked up in alarm. The healer turned at seeing Aragorn's shocked look and swore softly while making his way over to Legolas. He placed a hand on his back and the other one on his chest while he said. "Look at me, I want you to take a deep breath, try it." He watched Legolas struggle before he turned back and asked over his shoulder. "Has something happened to him?"

"He broke a rib but he didn't puncture anything." Aragorn answered, making his way over to the elf. Elrond swore again and pressed against the elf's chest, causing Legolas to pale even further and try to pull away from him. Strong hands on his back held him in place while Elrond removed his shirt, softly saying. "That I am saving his life is not because of you, Aragorn, know it well." The healer gasped at the amount of blood he saw from the wound. "What have you done, Elesar?" He questioned harshly.

"I set the rib, just like you have shown me before." Aragorn answered in an ice cold tone. "Well maybe you should have thought about stitching the wound up." Elrond answered back, anger settling in his eyes. "For it has been infected now. You never were much of a healer." He then observed.

Aragorn bit back an angry oath and slowly sank down beside Legolas, allowing his beloved to lean upon him. "Do not worry, you have done great." Legolas whispered with a painful gasp slowly working its way through clenched teeth. "I need to take him to Rivendell, for there I have the things that will heal him." Elrond said to nobody in particular.

"No, you cannot take him. Take him to Minas Tirith, anywhere but there, you can treat him there, can you not? I will not leave his side." Aragorn answered. "You have done enough, human, to make any kind of demands. It is time for me to take this on and it is time for you to say goodbye to him." Elrond hissed, drawing back his fist and the next thing Aragorn knew his head seemed to explode with pain and through an etching darkness he could still see Elrond gathering Legolas in his arms, only to storm out of the room with the Prince. He could hear shouts erupting and Elrohir's voice saying before the elf ran after his father. "Do not worry; I shall take care of him." Then his vision gave up and darkness took him.

Cliffy, hope you like it. Please review.