Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings.

Authors note: Again, we skip to after Pelennor Fields. Everyone is up in the citadel of Minas Tirith, like the movie, trying to decide what to do.

HOW IT HAPPENED

The Riddle Begins Unraveling

"It's only a matter of time," Gandalf said. "He's suffered a defeat yes, but behind the walls of Mordor the enemy is regrouping. As Gandalf spoke Legolas pulled out another arrow and began studying it intently.

"No, there is still hope for Frodo, he needs time and safe passages across the plains of Gorgoth. We can give him that," Aragorn said. Legolas thoughts for a few seconds he were brought to his surroundings.

"How?" Gimli asked.

"Draw out Sauron's armies, empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate. We can give frodo his chance if we keep sauron's eye fixed on us, blind to all else that moves."

"A deeveeeerssssiooooon!" Legolas said in a simply moronic voice. He turned his attention back to his new arrow friend. "What shall I call you? What shall I call you?"

Eomer looked at Legolas wide eyed and slightly afraid. He went up to Aragorn and whispered, "Is he all right? He seems absolutely mad!"

"Don't worry!" Aragorn said. "He's fine. He has been this way since Helm's Deep and his fiancee was wounded. I think he thinks she's dead," Aragorn said.

"But she is not! I saw her at Meduseld just before I left. She looked a little pale, but she seemed as if she would recover."

"I know that, and you know that, but he doesn't know that."

"You should tell him!" Eomer exclaimed in a whisper. He was in disbelief at Aragorn's apparent cruelty.

"I tried! I have tried many times, but every time he says he doesn't want to talk about it and refuses to listen anymore," Aragorn explained.

"I see. Well, before I left I said she should be sent here, so sooner or later she shall come here. Perhaps in time for him to see her ere we go off to battle. If not, we my have to tell him he has to stay behind," Eomer said.

"There shall be no such luck, I tried getting him to stay at Helm's Deep, I tried convincing him to stay at Meduseld before I went on the Paths of the Dead, but he insists on coming," Aragorn said in exasperation.

"YAY! YOOLIE! I shall name you Yoolie!" Legolas suddenly exclaimed. Gandalf sighed and shook his head, Gimli only grunted. Eomer looked on in horror.

"Are you sure he is fine?" Eomer asked. "He has just named his arrow Yoolie!"

"Well, it's not as bad as what he named his last one," Aragorn replied.

"And what was that?" Eomer asked.

"LaFawnda," Aragorn simply replied.

"LAFAWNDA! He named his arrow LaFawnda and you refuse to lock him up in a room until he comes to his senses!" Eomer exclaimed rather loudly.

"Shush Eomer! You bother Yoolie with your yelling," Legolas said calmly. "Look Yoolie! You have feathers. Feathers are from birds. Birds can fly, in the sky. For the sky is where birds fly. And birds have feathers. You have feathers, and you can fly. But only when I shoot you from my arrow..."

Eomer gawked at Legolas wide eyed and in fear. "Do not let him come near me until he comes back to his senses!" he said. "I had a great uncle act like him once, At first he just muttered incoherently, then he began talking to random objects, then, then he went on off on a frenzied killing spree. That is when he joined the Wild men and became their leader."

Everyone, save Legolas looked at him quizzically.

"It is true!" Eomer said. "Why do you think the Wild Men became in league with Saruman? My great uncle did it as a way to get revenge on my father and his family for accidently killing his horse in battle," Eomer explained.

"I do not think we have to worry about Legolas killing us, seeing as an orc killed his love," Aragorn said.

A few days later, after much debate amongst his friends, Legolas was permitted to go to battle at the Black Gate. All through Ithilien Legolas babbled to his arrow. Eomer tried, repeatedly to tell Legolas Celebros wasn't dead, but to avail. Each time Legolas refused to listen, and even once began to weep.

They reached the Black Gate and instead of preparing for battle, Legolas found a nice, out of the way, slag hill to perch himself upon. As the battle raged below him, he looked up at the foul smoke above him curling and swirling around above him. As he gazed at the brownish black smoke he spoke to his arrows Yoolie and LaFawnda.

"Look LaFawnda, that smoke curl looks like an Oliphant. I killed an oliphant on Pelennor Fields. And look Yoolie! That one looks like a bird. Birds fly, in the air. That is where birds fly. And look there! That one reminds me of... of... Celebros!" he cried just before he began to weep uncontrollably. His cry ended about the same time the battle did, and he dejectedly rode back to Minas Tirith.

Authors note: Hehehehe, there is only one more chapter to go! Can you believe it! This sordid tale is almost over! I told you it was fast and short!