Hi everyone! Here's limerick number 2!

There once was a Mirkwood Prince
Whose face always showed a wince
After meeting Estel
His life became hell
And he kept getting hurt ever since.

LOL that one's my favorite! ;)

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Gimli pulled on the elf's cloak, fighting inward panic as they literally pulled Legolas up by his neck, praying that the brooch holding the cloak around Legolas' throat wouldn't give way and send the elf to his death…or stab him.

Aragorn reached out and pulled Legolas the rest of the way up, practically dragging Legolas along as he once more began to run, unfastening the elf's brooch with his other hand in case it was impairing his friend's breathing.

The cloak was left in Gimli's hands, and he grabbed Legolas' other arm as they hurried along.

Reaching the exit, they ran back outside the mountain, quickly falling to their knees on the ground.

"Legolas!" Aragorn shouted, holding the elf by his shoulders.

Legolas gave no answer, his head limply hanging forward.

Gimli dropped the cloak and grabbed his friend's head, lifting it so they could see into his face.

Legolas' eyes were open, but only halfway. He looked dazed, blinking repeatedly as his head lolled almost drunkenly. The left side of his face and head were bleeding from many small cuts, but Aragorn knew that the bruising that was soon to erupt would be much worse.

"Legolas," said Aragorn, anxiously looking into his friend's eyes. "Can you hear me?"

The elf said nothing.

Gimli wrapped an arm around Legolas' shoulders and began to lower him to the ground, but Aragorn stopped him.

"No, we do not wish him to lose consciousness. Just hold him steady in case he falls."

Gimli obeyed, watching as Aragorn gently turned Legolas' head to get a good look at his eyes. "Concussion?" the dwarf asked.

Aragorn nodded, with a sigh. "Definitely. Could you build a fire, please?"

Gimli nodded, making sure that Aragorn had a tight grip on Legolas before he let go of the elf. Running towards a crop of trees, he grabbed the small branches that had been victims of the storm's wind, before suddenly realizing that rain had yet to fall. Thunder suddenly rumbled again, and a jolt of fear stabbed his stomach at the thought that they were not safe out there from nature's wrath.

He brought the wood back to his friends, watching Legolas while he built the fire.

Legolas' eyes were now closed, and his head was leaning against Aragorn's shoulder.

Aragorn had one arm around the elf, and with his other hand was rummaging through his bag of healing supplies. "Here," he said to Gimli, tossing him a small pan and waterskin.

Gimli caught them and poured water into the pan, sitting it on a rock at the edge of the flames. Then he brought the waterskin back to Aragorn.

The human held a cloth over the wounds that his friend had obtained; waiting a minute before he pulled it away and watched to see how quickly more blood welled up. Legolas was thankfully not bleeding badly; the rock must have been more smooth than jagged. He handed the dwarf another piece of cloth, and Gimli poured water on it before handing it back.

Looking at Legolas, Aragorn gently wiped away blood and dirt from his skin. There was a large red mark covering the elf's temple, part of his forehead, and the side of his cheekbone, very close to his eye. If the piece of stone had been any bigger than it was, he might've lost his vision.

Aragorn sighed, lowering his head to look into his friend's face. "Legolas?" he said.

The elf said nothing, but the way that his eyes were scrunched up from pain showed the human that he was miraculously conscious.

"Anything that I can do?" Gimli asked, his hand on Legolas' arm.

Aragorn nodded. "Fetch me the pan, please."

Gimli obeyed, grabbing it and bringing it back.

Aragorn took it, dropping some leaves in and pouring it into a cup. "Sit him up," he said.

Gimli gently took Legolas' arm and carefully pulled him off Aragorn's shoulder, worriedly watching the elf's eyes scrunch up tighter from the movement. "Say something, laddie!" Gimli said, frightened at his silence.

Legolas opened his eyes and looked at him—or, tried to, anyway—before closing them again. "I am…all right…" he whispered. His face suddenly turned green, enough for Gimli to notice.

"Aragorn!" he said.

The human poured water from the waterskin into the drink to make it cooler, and looked up at Gimli's call. He quickly saw the reason; Legolas' jaw was clamped shut and he had a hand on his stomach. "Drink this," he said, quickly bringing the cup to his friend's lips.

Legolas turned greener and made a noise that sounded like a strangled groan. He started to turn his head away, but the pain made him quickly change his mind.

"It should not make you ill," said Aragorn. "It will help."

Legolas opened his eyes slightly and shakily reached out a hand, trusting his friend. However, the motion only showed them that the elf was having trouble seeing, for Aragorn was not kneeling where Legolas thought.

Aragorn took the hand and lowered it, holding the cup for him.

Legolas drank the medicine slowly, inwardly begging his stomach not to revolt. At first, the concussion-induced nausea intensified, but then it gradually subsided.

Legolas gave a relieved sigh, and Gimli patted his arm.

"How many of me do you see, Legolas?" Aragorn asked.

The elf opened his eyes again, lethargically blinking at his friend. "Too many," he answered.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled again, making Legolas close his eyes with a groan. Thick drops of rain started to intermittently fall, and Aragorn started to pack up his supplies. "We have to go back into the mountain."

Gimli opened his mouth to protest, before realizing that the rockslide had stopped. He was so worried about his friend that he hadn't noticed the cessation of the ear-splitting noise.

Aragorn scooped Legolas into his arms before the elf could try to stand. The human was inwardly shocked when the Mirkwood Prince made no protest at being carried.

Entering the mountain again, they surveyed what the rockslide had done. It looked like a pool of rock, and the ceiling was now much taller that it had been before, despite the fact that the floor of the massive cave was now higher.

Aragorn gently lowered Legolas down, leaning him against the cave wall. The elf was breathing heavily, his pain made worse from the movement.

Gimli sat beside Legolas, just as the clouds loosed a downpour.

Aragorn checked the elf's head again; glad to see that the smallest cuts had stopped bleeding.

Legolas suddenly mumbled something, and Aragorn bent his head lower. "What did you say, mellon-nin?"

"Why?" Legolas repeated in a whisper. "Why is it always my head?"

Aragorn had been wondering the same thing. "I wish I knew, my friend." He gave a wry grin. "Mayhap someone is trying to knock some sense into you."

"Or maybe it's because you're nearly as tall as the trees, and your head keeps getting in the way!" said Gimli, attempting to lighten Legolas' mood. "Or perhaps those pointy ears of yours attract too much attention."

Legolas smiled slightly at their jests, but he winced when thunder shook the mountain. He abruptly started sliding towards Aragorn, who grabbed his arm to keep him upright.

The human and dwarf's hearts nearly stopped when Legolas' head fell forward.

"Legolas!" Aragorn exclaimed, lifting his friend's head up. "Legolas, answer me!"

But the elf said nothing, finally losing his battle to remain conscious.

Aragorn muttered something in elvish that Gimli couldn't understand, gently laying Legolas down.

"Will he be all right?" the dwarf nervously asked.

Aragorn picked up Legolas' uninjured wrist to check his pulse. He found it fast and weaker than normal, but not dangerously so. He then lifted the elf's eyelids to see how his pupils reacted, but it didn't work well with the low light of the cave. "I believe so," he told Gimli.

Gimli let out a huge sigh of relief. "The laddie has a hard head."

Aragorn smiled slightly. "Indeed he does."

Seeing Legolas' cloak lying beside Aragorn's healing pack, Gimli grabbed and folded it, gently placing it under Legolas' head.

Thunder suddenly shook the cave again, and the two friends looked to the exit, watching the torrential rain.

"Well," said Gimli. "So much for a relaxing journey."

TBC