Aragorn was fighting some orcs nearby. He was keeping an eye for both Gimli and Legolas. Ofter taking down a warg, his stare went to Legolas, who was nearby. He was aiming an arrow at something on the ground. Aragorn slowly made his way over to see what the elf was aiming at, fearing that it would be an ally.

What he saw, was Gimli struggling to free himself.

"Legolas!" cried Aragorn.

Aragorn led his horse towards Legolas as he prepared to release the arrow. He jumped out at Legolas, knocking him off his horse and to the ground. Legolas gasped out once he did. His bow flew out of his hand, landing nearby.

"It's about time. I thought I was going to be a dead dwarf," Gimli told Aragorn as the man walked up beside him.

"And not a moment too soon," agreed Aragorn as he quickly pushed the wargs off of Gimli.

The dwarf stood up and he walked over to Legolas, who was lying still on the ground. Aragorn walked up behind him and saw this as well. Aragorn carefully knelt beside Legolas to see what was wrong. His answer came as a rock sitting quietly underneath the elf.

"He has hit a rock. He's out cold," Aragorn replied. "We won't know of any other injuries until he awakens or we get a chance to check for any."

"But we have no time to deal with his injuries. We are still in the middle of a battle that I am eager to continue in," Gimli quietly growled.

"As am I. We can deal with his injuries after everything is over. It looks like he won't be moving anywhere anytime soon," Aragorn replied.

With that, both Gimli and Aragorn hurried back into the fight. The man ran after an orc and soon climbed on behind the warg behind him. Their skirmish ended with both Aragorn and the warg going off the cliff.

The battle soon ended, the wargs slowly leaving. Gimli slowly walked up to Legolas, who was now rising to his feet, rubbing his head in the process.

"What happened?" wondered Legolas as he turned around.

He came face to face with an axe and a very angry dwarf.

"One more step and you're going to be dead, Elf," Gimli snarled at him.

"What have I done to deserve such treatment, Master Dwarf? As far as I can recall, I don't think I have done or said anything to provoke you," Legolas told him.

Gimli stared disbelieving at Legolas, who had his hands held up in the air.

"You mean you do not remember?" the dwarf asked him, incredulous.

Legolas shook his head as he lowered his hands.

"If I did Master Dwarf, I would be truly sorry for what I had done. Despite the fact I cannot remember, I am sorry, whatever I happened to do," Legolas apologized.

Gimli took notice of Legolas place a hand on his side. He watched as Legolas dropped to his knees. Gimli cautiously started to walk over to him.

"I am not going to hurt you my friend. I am in my right mind now," Legolas told him, pain slightly lacing his voice.

'What does he mean by 'in my right mind now'? I know he wasn't earlier, considering he tried to kill me. How come he does not remember? He did not remember attacking Aragorn at Edoras,' Gimli thought to himself.

But before Gimli could do anything, Legolas managed to climb to his feet.

"Where's Aragorn?" Legolas asked.

"I am unsure. I have not seen him since you tried to kill me," Gimli replied.

The dwarf was slightly regretting telling him that with the look on Legolas' face.

"You as well, my friend? What is happening to me?" Legolas groaned.

He began to double over as another rush of pain ran up his arm. He slightly lifted it up to look at it without Gimli seeing what was wrong. He could see that his arm was changing yet again. Gimli hurried up to him, causing Legolas to hide his arm.

"Here. Let me help you laddie. Once we get to Helm's Deep, your wounds are going to be looked at," Gimli told him, taking notice of the slight red stain on the elf's head.

He also took notice of Legolas' slight difficulty to breath.

'Might have broken a rib when he landed on the ground. I can't imagine how much pain he's in right now,' Gimli thought to himself.

Legolas nodded and stood up. They looked around the area, calling for Aragorn but the man was nowhere in sight. They soon found their way to the cliff. The two heard coughing nearby and they saw an orc lying nearby.

"Your friend took a tumble off the cliff," he coughed out.

Legolas grabbed the creature by the shoulders and stared him down. The orc gulped for he had never seen such fierceness in an elf's eyes before.

"You lie," Legolas snarled.

The creature said nothing more and it was at that moment that Legolas took notice of something in his hand. He picked it up to see that it was Arwen's Evenstar.

'No. Aragorn. Now what an I going to do? I do not know if I can get through this without Aragorn and Gandalf is nowhere to be seen,' Legolas thought to himself.

He stood up and walked over to the edge of the cliff and stared at the waters as Theoden walked up to him.

"He was a great man. Put the wounded on horses. Leave the dead," Theoden said.

Legolas turned his head to stare at Theoden, as if not believing the king.

"Believe me. It's for the best," the king told him, placing an arm on the elf's shoulder.

Theoden started to walk away but the sight of Legolas falling to his knees caught his attention. Both Gimli and Theoden hurried to his side.

"We should get to Helm's Deep as soon as possible and take care of these wounds," Gimli told him.

The king nodded before they helped Legolas to his feet and towards a horse.

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Once they arrived at Helm's Deep, the injured were taken to one area. Legolas had a bandage placed around his head and it was confirmed that he had a cracked rib. Legolas was lying down on a table, a hand on his head. He wasn't taking notice of anything or anyone around him.

Gimli stood with Eowyn on the other side of the room. They were very worried about him.

"And when did this start to happen again?" wondered Eowyn.

"In my ancestral home of Moria. I have not known him that long but this is not the elf that I first met in Rivendell," Gimli replied.

"'Tis strange. An elf is showing characteristics that are not his own and no one knows why, not even himself," Eowyn muttered to herself.

"Yes, 'tis very strange yet no one will know all that he knows or who he knows even," Gimli told her.

Eowyn was slightly surprised with the statement as she turned to face him.

"Why do you say that now?" she asked.

"Soon after we left Rivendell, we met two gargoyles," Gimli started to explain.

"Gargoyles? Why, they are only in the stories! They are a legend!" Eowyn protested.

"Apparently, they have existed and a few still remain. I am unsure how many though. Legolas seemed to know these two gargoyles and they knew him," Gimli replied.

He turned his stare back towards Legolas, who had begun to move around a bit. The two walked up to him to see what the matter was.

"Legolas, what's wrong?" wondered Gimli.

"No," whispered Legolas. "Why is she gone? Nanaylia, come back. Please come back. I'm sorry for what happened. Why did we have to go there?"

"Nanaylia. That name sounds somewhat familiar," Gimli said to himself, placing a hand on his beard.

"Could it be his lover? Or maybe a family member?" wondered Eowyn.

Gimli thought to himself for a moment before realizing who it was.

"It's her. It's his sister," Gimli finally said. "I met her at Rivendell and the meeting was quite - interesting."

They continued to watch Legolas as the dreaming continued in his mind when he suddenly bolted up to a sitting position. Sweat began to pour down his face as he looked at the dwarf and woman standing beside him. He placed a hand on his forehead as he turned away from them.

"Legolas, what were you dreaming about?" asked Eowyn.

"Past nightmares that I thought had gone away," was all Legolas told them.

He really didn't want to elaborate and he began to stand up but Gimli tried to stop him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Gimli asked him.

"I have to go out and get some air," Legolas told them.

He climbed to his feet and and began to head outside, walking past Gimli and Eowyn. She glanced at the dwarf before starting to head after him but Gimli grabbed her arm.

"Let him be at least for a few moments. I think he needs it after what has happened," he told her.

The two watched him leave, hoping that nothing serious would happen to him.

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Legolas walked outside, past the people milling about. He seemed almost determined to get away from everyone.

He soon found an isolated room nearby and leaned on the table inside. He glanced at the closed door, hoping no one would come and see if anything's wrong.

"I really don't want anyone to see me in this condition, whatever it is," he whispered to himself. "I wish someone could tell me what is happening."

He walked towards a corner and sat down on the floor, not even noticing anything happening outside the room. That was until a knock came to the door. Legolas lifted his head up once he heard it for he didn't hear anyone coming to the door.

"Who's there?" he called out.

No one answered and the knocking came again. Legolas nervously stood up and grabbed one of his knives, not knowing who it might be. His jaw dropped once his saw the door open and a familiar face walked inside.

"Manlin, you're dead! I killed you more than 15 years ago!" he cried out.

"I know that but you can never escape me. I will haunt you for as long as you live. I know what's happening to you and you cannot escape it. I know someone who went through the exact same thing. I believe you know her and as far as I know, she didn't escape it. It looks like what I originally wanted finally happened. Looks like I win after all," the elf told Legolas.

Legolas pulled out his other blade and lunged for Manlin only to pass through him and fall to the floor. Legolas was mystified as he turned back around to look at Manlin. He held onto his side for it began to hurt again.

"What are you?" Legolas finally asked.

The ghostly figure turned to face Legolas, snickering.

"Your worst nightmare," came the reply.

TBC...