Over the course of the day, hardly any words were exchanged as the Fellowship and small girl trekked through the lands. Brenwian had started out with a cheerful spirit and many words, but as she slowly tired from walking she began to lag behind and stop saying anything all together. Aragorn sighed as he turned his gaze from her and sought out Frodo, a frown on his face. He wasn't sure how he was coming through. Either way, he didn't complain at all. Neither of the hobbits did.

"Legolas," he suddenly spoke up, his voice desperate for someone to speak to. Turning to face his friend, he beckoned him to him.

"My friend, night has fallen over us. If I know Gandalf well enough, we are going to make camp…and after we finish, I must speak to you about something. It's very important."

Legolas merely nodded, and the Ranger noting that Gandalf alone seemed to hear their words. Which was best, for he was the only one who had any idea as to what he was about to confide in the Prince of Mirkwood.

As Legolas once again began to walk ahead of him, he felt slightly sick. He didn't know how he was going to last the rest of this voyage, knowing what he did. Every time he looked at Brenwian, he felt as though was going to throw up. And it didn't help that he felt as though his duty was more to Frodo than his own sister. Well, metaphorically speaking.

He had promised Frodo that he would protect him, even if it came to his very life. He had never made a promise for Brenwian, and that's what tore him up inside. Why hadn't they asked him about it? Or, more importantly, why didn't they send her to someone else who could protect her better? With him, it was far too dangerous.

And before he had a chance to pondered into his thoughts any more, he found that he had indeed been correct as Gandalf directed them all to set up camp for the night, and he felt himself finished with his own part soon enough. When the hobbits were finally settled in, getting a small meal together and Gimli sat by the fire telling them all stories, Aragorn nodded his head towards a fallen log not too far off before he and Legolas met there, sitting down.

"What is it that has been troubling you, Aragorn?" the prince questioned, and for a moment Aragorn wanted to make up a complete lie. After all, it was so unrealistic. But knowing that if he could confide in anyone, it would be Legolas, he took a deep breath before nodding.

"I have…discovered something very grievous last night. And it has been causing me nothing but despair since then, my friend. You see…Elrond has told me something I don't want to believe. Something that involves Brenwian."

Nodding slightly, Legolas seemed to catch on rather quickly. "This has to do why she is here with us, doesn't it? Because you must admit, otherwise it seems pretty foolish. Bringing a child along on such an important mission. I mean no disgrace to her, but she will bring nothing but trouble unless she has a real purpose."

"She has a real purpose. And that purpose is to find a place for her to stay, so that she is away from harm. You see, Legolas…apparently she isn't really my sister at all. The wizards made her out of something…I think Elrond said she was an essence. But anyways…she has no idea about it. And we can't tell her what she can really do."

"What can she really do?"

"She could give Sauron a mortal body…if he kills her."

Aragorn immediately noticed the pained look on Legolas' face. He understood best of all. He had a little sister himself, and a little brother. He knew what it was like to have siblings, and the thoughts of losing them.

"Aragorn, I can assure you that no harm will come to her. And I don't care what Elrond has said…she is your sister. Remember that. But if you need a place to take her, my father would openly welcome her to Mirkwood. She could be kept safe there and—"

"No!"

Of all the responses the Ranger could have given him, no was the last Legolas had expected. "What do you mean, no? You have said it yourself, you need a place where she can be safe. Mirkwood could be her refuge."

"I can not ask this of you, Legolas. If she goes there, war could follow. If his plight for the ring fails, he will come for her. And it would only be a matter of time before he discovers her in Mirkwood. I couldn't ask it of you, your father, or your people. They would surely come to misery, however, if she stayed there."

"And if we kept her there," Legolas began again, looking towards Aragorn with a meaningful look. "If we kept her there, she could be safe! Mirkwood would be protecting themselves in a sense by protecting her. My father shall greet her with open arms as he does all his prized guests. And she will be happy as well."

As Aragorn allowed himself to take in the words, he slowly nodded, swallowing before he looked up to meet Legolas' eyes. "Yes. Then we shall take her to Mirkwood if we do not find a better place for her along the way," he decided, having to swallow again. He felt, once again, as if he was going to vomit. It was tearing him up inside, though. He felt almost as if he had to choose…Frodo, or Brenwian.

Legolas gave him an uneasy smile before looking back towards the others. "We should head back…" he trailed off, his eyes suddenly widening.

"What is it?" Aragorn questioned, finding amusement in Legolas' gaze.

"That," what all the response was, and as Aragorn turned, he had to chuckle. Brenwian had fallen asleep, leaning against a rather flustered Gimli.

"I can't believe it. That isn't natural," the prince commented. "I thought she knew better than that. To go near a dwarf."

"It seems that someone is quite upset that they lost their old role of hero," Aragorn chuckled once more, shaking his head. "You know, just because you pulled her out of the river one time doesn't mean a thing. When Gimli fixed her shoe, the fate was sealed."

Still rather sulking over the fact that Brenwian, whom he had 'known', in a sense, for her whole entire life, was now marveled by the company of a dwarf, Legolas grumbled before following after Aragorn.

"That dwarf will be the end of me," he muttered slightly, and Aragorn chuckled. Legolas took being a hero seriously. Very seriously.

Author's Note: There we are. Third chapter up...please review and tell me if you like and ideas for the story. Seriously, I want to know if you really like this story or not. I haven't gotten a whole lot of support yet, so yeah. Reviews make me decide whether or not I want to keep putting it up. (Seriously. I'll just stop writing if people don't want me to continue) so yeah...just wondering if you want me to or not. And if anyone here was reading Twins of Terror...I am NOT dead with it. I am just having Writer's Block there and I WILL have a chapter up eventually.