"Harry! Are you awake! Can you hear me!" He asked, startled. A squeeze of his hand came.
"YOU'RE ALIVE!" He yelled, and grabbed him up in a hug. He laid him back down.
"You sure scared us, kid! We thought you died! Or wouldn't wake up or something! You had everyone real broken up, some of the strongest people cried, over here! Even the hobbits!" He said, relieved. Harry noted how talkative he became, and also noted that it only happened around Harry, end sometimes he even didn't bother using all the way proper grammar. Harry squeezed his hand.
"Okay, here's our system. 1 for yes, 2 for no, 3 for I don't know, and 4 for you're an idiot." He said, happily, and got his hand squeezed. For half an hour, they had a mostly one-sided conversation, and worked a little on physical therapy. He had Harry propped up now, and Harry could speak a few words at a time, however raspy, but it got better with use. He even had his eyes open, and for some, unknown reason, he didn't need glasses. A few minutes later, Aragorn walked into camp.
"H-hello." Harry rasped out, causing Aragorn to fall down, dropping the load of wood he was carrying.
"YOU'RE ALIVE!" He yelled happily, rushing over to him and grinning happily.
"Since the last I checked. I could be wrong though." He joked, rasping it out slowly. He grinned and hugged him. Legolas came back and set down two pales of water he had been carrying with a large branch over his back.
"Hello, Legolas." Harry rasped. He stared at him open mouthed a moment, and raced over and grabbed him in his arms.
"So help me if you ever scare me like that again, I'm going with you! I'm serious! I WOULD HAVE DIED IF YOU DIED, AND IF YOU EVER GO INTO A COMA LIKE THAT AGAIN, YOU WILL HAVE ME TO DEAL WITH!" He said, and hugged Harry to him. Harry laughed and hugged him back… well that best he could since he was still slightly numb and immobile.
"Missed you, too, Legolas." He said, feeling safe and leaning into the hug. He let go, and Legolas and Aragorn finished what chores they were doing. The reactions were pretty much the same for everyone else, each as surprised as the last one when they walked into camp. Over the next few days, he gradually improved until he was back to normal, and Gandalf announced that they had to backtrack to Rivendale before taking the hobbits home, and then going to Gondor, and wherever else that was needed.
"You will all have permanent rooms in my residence, should you, and I highly encourage it, you stay with me." Aragorn announced. "Especially you, Arian, and Sirius." He told them. Sirius had by now learned their language. They bowed their head in thanks.
"Legolas, are you going to stay in Rivendale when we get there?" Harry asked him.
"No, I grew to feel trapped there, I chose to stay with Aragorn and yourself." He said.
"That's good, I'm glad we'll have you with us." Sirius said. He smiled and nodded.
"Gandalf, how are we to get to Rivendale? Surely it would take to long and cost us all dearly in supplies to continue to merely walk…" Frodo said to Gandalf, and the others turned to him also, curious to the answer.
"We are going on horse-back." He answered simply.
"We have no horses!" He exclaimed.
"That is where you are mistaken. Arian, if you will?" He asked. Harry smiled slyly and shot a jet of blue light at a near-by rock, where it turned into a large black horse with a white lightning-bolt shaped patch on its forehead, and it had emerald eyes.
"That one's mine." Harry said. He made another one that was tall and blonde, with a shiny blonde main, and it walked over to Legolas. The next was black, with chocolate brown eyes and had a look of highness and majesty.
"You did that on purpose!" Aragorn said unhappily. The horse made an odd snuffling sound and nudged the side of his head. He rolled his eyes and patted the horse. The next one was basically the same, except it was more of a dark-brown and had a kinder aura, which belonged to Borimor. There was a strong, older grey one with a white main, four ponies, one that was slightly heavy, two that looked the same, white with brown spots, and one was just plain white, and the last one was smart, dark brown, and had graying-blue eyes. They all thanked him, and Sirius, as he had transfigured sticks into saddles. The folded up what supplies they had left; ten blankets, a frying pan, two buckets of water, and some crackers (they called it Elvin bread). They climbed on and took off. Harry was taking his to the max, and racing with Aragorn. The others follow a little behind. They were neck and neck.
"See that rock up there?" Aragorn called.
"Sure do!" he called back.
"Winner is the first one past it." Soon after he said that, Harry's horse sped up, Aragorn came back in first, and they tied, before slowing down and taking the same pace as the others. They stopped around sunset for camp.
"Hey Borimor, are you going to hang around with the steward, or get your own home?" Harry asked, flopping down beside him.
"I intend on finding a decent sized home near you, so I won't be far in case you need me." He said, looking at him.
"You don't have to do that!" He said.
"I know I don't, but I want to. I have nothing better to do with my life, since all the evil has been removed, there is no need for a captain of soldiers." He said.
"Oh, well. Just don't stop your life on my account." Borimor said nothing, but in his head, he was thinking 'You are my life'. He had a short conversation with Gimly about some of the dwarfs in his time, and headed to sleep, since they had to be up at sunrise and leave. They spent the next four days riding, stopping only once in a small man town, and taking off on their journey again. Finally, they arrived at Rivendale. Everyone except the hobbits jumped off gracefully. Legolas strode up to the giant oak doors on the outside of the city, which kept everything out, and pounded three times.
"Who goes there?" A quiet male voice called.
"It is Legolas, Aragorn, and my companions." He called back.
"Legolas! You return so soon? Has a problem occurred on your journey?" He asked.
"Alachua, the only problem so far has been that you won't let me in to rest!" He called. The Elf called Alachua laughed and opened the giant oak doors, letting them in. They walked quickly up the cobblestone road, up a series of stairs, and into the high court. An older elf with brownish hair and a very strict look about him raised to great them.