"Legolas, no!" cried Gandalf.

The gargoyle turned to look at the wizard and snickered.

"My name is not Legolas, as you say. My name is is Lecerne," the gargoyle told him. "I am a gargoyle, not an elf."

Gandalf was surprised as he looked over at Shentree, who shrugged her shoulders. Out of nowhere, an arrow flew into the room. It hit Shentree in the shoulder and she shrieked in pain. Another arrow found its way into the room and it hit Legolas, or rather Lecerne as he called himself, in the shoulder. He cried out in pain and fell to the ground beside Nanaylia.

Gandalf turned to see Haldir walking into the room. The elf headed towards Shentree, who began to back away. Haldir knelt beside the gargoyle and pinned her down by the throat.

"Change him back!" he demanded.

"I can't even if I wanted to. It's not that easy or do you remember how a certain Elven princess changed back to her Elven form?" she replied.

"Why not?" wondered Gandalf.

"The only way to change him back is to kill me," Shentree angrily replied. "That's how Nanaylia changed back all those years ago, when Legolas killed Manlin."

"Believe me, I wouldn't hesitate to kill you," Haldir angrily told her. "Yet after the torture that you've already put them through, I feel death would be too good for you."

Gandalf glanced over at the Mirkwood siblings on the floor nearby and began to walk over to them. Once he reached Nanaylia's side, he heard Lecerne move on his other side.

"She will die, as will you. This won't stop me. My injuries will heal and then I will be back after you," the gargoyle told him.

Gandalf could sense the pain in the gargoyle's voice. He turned to look at him.

"I have a feeling that she won't die and neither will you," Gandalf told him. "Don't you remember anything?"

"Remember what? I am a gargoyle. I have always been a gargoyle. I remember all that I need to know. All my memories are of being a gargoyle," Lecerne spat back.

Gandalf turned back to Nanaylia, who began to stir. He placed a hand on her shoulder as she began to lift herself up. Tears were falling down her face as Aragorn and Gimli ran into the room.

"What happened in here?" demanded Gimli.

Aragorn stepped towards Gandalf and Nanaylia, taking notice of the gargoyle beside them. Both Aragorn and Gandalf helped her to a sitting position. She leaned against the wall, not able to look at her brother.

"There's nothing we can do to help him?" Aragorn asked her.

"Nothing short of killing Shentree," she replied.

She glanced to one side, remembering something. She pointed over to a bag in the corner. Aragorn looked in that direction and saw it as well.

"That's my book! I need to get my book. There might be something in it to help him," she said.

Aragorn hurried over and grabbed the bag. He heading back over to her and handed her the book. She rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for. Gandalf narrowed his eyes once he saw it. He seemed to recognize it in the back of his mind.

"Where did you get that?" he asked.

"I claimed it as my own after Manlin was killed," she replied. "I just hope I can understand this fast enough. I am still too unfamiliar with this Elvish.

"May I take a look at it?" he wondered, holding out his hand. "I will help you find what you are looking for. I do believe that you are not in the best condition to help your brother. Maybe I can read this better than you can."

She reluctantly handed over the book. Aragorn stayed by her side as Gandalf stood up and faced Lecerne. He flipped through the book, amazed at what it had to say. He glanced over at Nanaylia before changing his stare to her brother.

"I don't believe it. I simply don't believe it," he muttered.

He walked over to Nanaylia and knelt down beside her. She became worried at the slightly sad look on his face.

"What is wrong Mithrandir?" she asked.

"You want me to help your brother, correct?" he wondered.

"Why do you ask that? Of course, I do. I feel that you're the only one that can help him," Nanaylia replied, disbelief in her voice. "Please help him?"

She stared at him for a moment with a dejected look.

"You cannot help him, can you?" she realized. "Please, if you can, then do so. His life depends on you."

Gandalf sighed and gave a small nod.

"What are you doing?" demanded Shentree. "What is in that book of Manlin's? That book should be rightfully mine!"

"This book is not yours and it will never was yours. It's going to stay right where it is, in the possession of the royal family of Mirkwood. It is rightfully theirs more than it is yours," Gandalf replied.

He didn't even bother to turn around as he flipped through the pages. He stopped at one page and glanced at Lecerne.

"Watch out everyone. I do not know what exactly is going to happen," Gandalf warned everyone.

He began to say something in a foreign tongue. At least to Haldir, Aragorn and Gimli it seemed foreign. Nanaylia seemed to recognize it but she didn't know how. She tried to decipher it but she couldn't. A wind began to pick up in the room. Aragorn made his way over to Nanaylia and took her into an embrace as the wind picked up even more.

"This can't be happening!" Shentree cried out.

The gargoyle tried to climb to her feet but was stopped yet again by Haldir, who was trying his best not to be blown over.

"I don't think you're going anywhere. When I finally see you dead, I will not be missing you," Haldir quietly told her.

Yet the wind was too strong, even for Haldir as he was blown against the wall. Gimli was blown against the wall himself. Aragorn stayed with Nanaylia, covering her from any effects of the spell.

Lecerne was not faring as well as the others. He was getting the full force of the spell Gandalf was performing.

"What are you doing?" demanded Lecerne.

"Giving you a part of your old life back," Gandalf replied.

Lecerne screamed out as a bright light engulfed the room. Everyone had to shield their eyes.

00000

Aragorn opened his eyes and glanced around the room. He found himself leaning against the wall next to Nanaylia, who had her eyes closed. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she made no reaction. Lecerne was lying unconscious on the floor with Gandalf standing over him.

"How is he Gandalf? Is he going to be all right?" Aragorn wondered.

"Time can only tell. Either that or Nanaylia tells us when she awakens," Gandalf replied. "It has been a long time since I have seen this type of magic. Even when I had seen it, I was unable to use it."

He stood up and walked over to the wizard. He glanced at the arrows still embedded in Lecerne's skin. Aragorn noticed that the bleeding had pretty well stopped. He considered taking them out but was worried about further bleeding.

"You can take them out. They won't do him any further harm if you take them out," came Gandalf's voice.

Aragorn was still nervous as he pulled them out. What surprised him was that no more blood came from the wounds. He stared at Gandalf with a curious look.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"I just knew. I cannot explain it at the moment," Gandalf replied.

Soon, Gimli was rousing as well as Haldir. Shentree was not so lucky as they were. She was barely breathing and not moving.

"How is this possible? How were you able to use this magic now when you couldn't before?" Aragorn wondered.

"I shouldn't say what is on my mind for fear that it might not be true. Let me just say that I believe someone is coming and they're coming soon. Someone who can explain everything better than what I can," Gandalf told Aragorn.

Nanaylia opened her eyes and looked over at Aragorn and Gandalf. She climbed to her feet and walked over to them.

"Legolas?" she said, placing a hand on his arm.

When she got no answer, she moved her hand up to his face.

"He's changing back to an elf. I can feel it," she sighed.

"Considering that this has never happened before, how are you able to tell that?" Gimli demanded.

Everyone stared at him, realizing that Gimli hadn't been told part of the story, let alone the whole thing. Aragorn glanced at Nanaylia, who stood up and walked over to the dwarf.

"That is where you are wrong dwarf. You think that this has never happened before?" she asked him.

She grabbed him by the neck and he couldn't help but take notice of the obvious change on her arm.

"Then how do you explain that? I easily saved your lives by warning you that Shentree was after you in the first place. Some or all of you could have easily been killed," she explained.

Gimli stared at her, realizing the truth behind her words.

"You're Narcissis," he gasped.

"You'd better believe it. You don't know the pain I went through when transforming back into an elf and he will feel that same pain," she replied.

She released Gimli as she headed back to her brother. She knelt beside him, placing a hand on his cheek.

"Legolas, can you hear me?" she asked him.

As if he heard her, his eyes began to move. He opened them slightly, making Gandalf and Nanaylia wonder if he recognized them. He slowly lifted a hand and placed it on her stomach.

"What does that mean?" Gimli wondered.

"It's my child. He knows I'm with child! It's a start," she said before she grabbed her bag.

She held out her hand towards Gandalf. Realizing what she wanted, he handed her the book.

"Now what do we do?" Aragorn wondered. "Since this doesn't happen too often, I'm a bit unsure what to do."

"We won't be doing anything. I'll be taking Legolas away from here until he is an elf again," she replied.

"Why is that now?" Haldir wondered.

"I remember what happened when I turned back into an elf. Most likely, the same thing will happen to him. There're too many people here and it's best if I go with him. Too many already know as it is. No one should see him when he changes back besides me," she explained.

Aragorn began to think about something, remembering something that Thranduil, Legolas, Nanaylia and the twins all had told him.

"What does that mean?" Gimli demanded to know.

"He's going to be mortified when he finds out Gimli and Theoden have seen him as a gargoyle," Aragorn finally said.

Gimli, Gandalf and Haldir all stared at him. The elf quickly realized what Aragorn was trying to say.

"Thranduil didn't want everyone to know about this," Haldir mused.

"Everyone to know? You think that we're everyone?" Gimli asked.

"Until this past night, Aragorn was the only person besides a tiny handful of elves from three realms to know about what really happened the day that Legolas and his father believed Nanaylia had died. I won't go into details for I will respect their wishes not to tell everyone. They will tell you when given the chance," Haldir explained.

He glanced over at Nanaylia, who nodded. A search began for a horse. One was soon found and Nanaylia climbed onto it. They put Legolas onto it in front of her and they covered him with some blankets. She glanced at Aragorn standing next to them.

"You know what's best for him. I hope to see you soon," he told her.

"Not for several days. Just to let you know, it is not that I don't trust you with helping my brother, it's just that it might be slightly embarrassing for him. Now could you hand me my bag?" she replied.

"We will keep an eye on Shentree until your return. I am unsure what to do with her. What you want to do with her," Aragorn told her.

"I am a bit unsure myself but most likely she'll find a way to escape us. She's always been like that," Nanaylia replied.

He picked the bag up and handed it up to her. Along the way, it opened slightly, revealing its contents to Aragorn. He quickly glanced up at her as she quickly closed it. She began to lead the horse out of the room. Aragorn watched them leave now understanding a bit more why she went with him and no one else.

TBC...