Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. I am WORTHLESS. Only kidding, but seriously, I don't own the Lord of the Rings characters. I am nowhere near talented enough for that. In fact, the only thing I own is the plot at this point. Oh, and the horse! So sad...

The rain became even more of a hazard as the horse plowed on. He was tired, his footfalls were even starting to become heavy. His master wasn't faring much better. They had been traveling for a little over a week, taking the back roads few dare even travel in these times of peace. Also, to add to the danger, they were on a cliff edge.

Pulling his soaked hood up to cover his eyes, the form huddled closer to the saddle, putting his head behind his mount's neck. But even that couldn't protect him from the sharp wind and harsh water as they rammed into his body.

He softly said words of comfort, rubbing the stallion's wet neck. His words never reached the horse's ears, but Anan understood the hand movements easily enough. His master was worried.

Suddenly, Anan lost his footing, crashing to the ground, and sending his master from the saddle, and over the side.

Dark eyes stared over a balcony; face wet from the unrelenting rain that pounded the railing, sending spray as far as the door clear on the other side. Because of this, the watcher's black hair stuck stubbornly to his forehead, his pointed ears adding a somewhat devilish look in the bleak atmosphere.

"He should have already been here." He reported sadly, his eyes trained on the gates so far below. The gates to Rivendell.

"My lord Elrond?" A voice was heard, "Who should have been here already?"

"Glorfindel?" He asked, slightly stunned, his eyes actually moving to look behind him. He hadn't heard the elf lord enter.

The blonde elf bowed his head, "Elrond, who is it you are waiting for?" He repeated. "If you want, I can go search for him."

The half-elven lord of Rivendell snorted, "In this, Mellon-nin?" He waved a hand at the rain, "No, Legolas can take care of himself." (My friend)

"Legolas?" Glorfindel repeated, "Why is he coming here?"

"Must you need an explanation for everything, Glorfy?" Elrond chuckled, "In any case, he has come to spend some time with my sons."

The elf stiffened at the nickname Elrond had given him long ago, and still used. To his advantage. "In that you mean your third." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

The half-elf nodded, smiling. "Of course." His eyes returned to the gates, still unopened. "But I am beginning to worry. Could things have gone ill?"

"Va." Glorfindel shook his head, "He probably was just waylaid on account of the rain. Fret not, Mellon-nin." (No. My friend)

Legolas clutched at the saddle that had somehow followed him when he was thrown. All Anan had to do was move the wrong way, and the saddle would come undone and... The elf refused to even consider that possibility.

A harsh breeze tore the hood from his face, revealing blonde-white hair and gentle, determined, sapphire eyes. He whistled to the stallion, and little by little, his mount backed up, pulling his master back up onto the solid ground.

Halfway there, Legolas jarred his side the wrong way and let out a cry of pain. Pulling his hand away he was stunned to see blood staining his fingers. He couldn't have gotten this from just hitting the rock. He had to have slashed up his side when he had initially fallen.

Sitting on the muddy ground, he tightly wound his cloak about his side, patting Anan's muzzle as the horse nudged at him to see if he was alright. "Hannon le, mellon-nin." (thank you, my friend.)

Gently he lowered himself in the saddle, and they were off again, blood running down his side, drenching his whole right side red. But he could do nothing until they reached Rivendell. Almost an hour alter, he finally saw the gates, sparkling like jewels even through the thick blanket of rain.

Needless to say the minute they stopped, Anan was lavished with praise, and a rub across the head, something he enjoyed. No sooner had they stopped inside the courtyard did Elrond himself come running out in the rain.

"Thranduillion!" He said sternly, "I have never been so worried in my entire life-" He stopped short as the elven prince dismounted, blood still dripping from his side. "What happened?"

"Nothing," The elf smiled, "I'm fine." It wasn't until some attendants led Anan away and Elrond was leading him inside did Legolas clutch his side, his knees giving out. He fell unconcious to the ground from blood loss, the Lord of Rivendell calling out for Glorfindel, who came running up a second later.

"Legolas!"

Elrond lifted the comatose young elf into his arms, hastening him to a room that had been prepared for him already. "I do declare, Glorfy, this one will be the death of me."

The elf lord laughed, "He is already on his way to becoming the single most treated elf in Rivendell."

Elrond shook his head, laying the elf down on the bed. "Nay, he's already there." He removed the cloak tied around the wound and sighed. "I wonder how he managed this one."

"Tis better not to ask I think." Glorfindel grinned, "In any case, I am going to bed. Wake me if there is a problem?"

Elrond just nodded, already focused on treating the young prince of Mirkwood. It didn't take much to get him stable, but he would be sore for a few more days, at least. He had also managed to catch a rather bad cold. No surprise there.

Elrond left the elf sleeping peacefully. For now at least. Tomorrow would be another story...

Ah, not so bad. I hope. If you enjoyed it at ALL. If you have any QUESTIONS, and if you just HATE it and wish to yell at me for putting your fave character in a situation you don't like, feel free to tell me. Read and review people! Reviews make the world go round! See you in the next chapter!