"Valar no…"

Chained to the wall of a cave was Bridget. Bridget, a baby in his eyes, was chained to a wall. He spun around and fixed his eyes on Linnor. The elf was smiling.

"Now, now, Elrondion, when your lovely mother was with those orcs you didn't glare at me! I am not here. Act it out, go on. I am not here; the orcs are…it's that day again, many years ago. That is your mother chained to the wall, go to her, she needs you."

"E-Elrohir," the girl on the wall gasped, shifting slightly, her eyes opened and she forced a smile. "S-such interesting times we meet at, Elrondiyn," she whispered. She closed her eyes again and leaned against the wall, relaxing against her bonds. Elrohir's fists clenched in fury, and he moved to her side, flicking out a small dagger that he only just remembered he had. Cursing himself he cut her bonds and she stumbled forward into Elladan's arms.

"Ouch," she muttered in her tongue. Elrohir smiled softly, understanding the basic meaning of the world.

Bridget could hear or rather feel someone breathing close by. Probably the person that's holding you, she mused. Ah yes, that would be…Elrohir that's holding you? No, no, Bridget, that's Elladan right there…did I mix them up? Oy, I must be going crazy.

"That's usually a product of being chained to a wall," someone murmured, causing her to blush crimson, had she been talking aloud?

"The least my thoughts could have done was talk in English," she muttered to no one in particular. It was cold, she decided, very cold. She didn't much like it, which wasn't at all surprising really. She couldn't remember a time she had liked the cold…

"Bridgie, answer me, Palanél!"

"Stop screaming Elladan, I am right here. No need to have a panic attack."

"Well, I wonder why I might be, I think you are bloody, and I might just have found you chained to a wall, now, why would I be panicking?"

"It doesn't suit you."

"Thank you, Bridget. You don't happen to know where our little brother and Legolas are, do you?"

"The cell."

"Actually, my dear twins and human, they are preparing for their roll. This one was less than satisfactory. But that will be all right, our next exhibit will be far more amusing."

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Aragorn leaned back against the wall of his cell, his eyes were nearly closed, but he kept looking at Legolas, who basically lay in a corner of the cell, curled up in a ball.

"Legolas?"

"Quiet Estel, I have a headache."

"That is all fine and well, but you have to stay awake!"

"You should leave here, it isn't safe." Aragorn raised an eyebrow.

"Really, I didn't notice, when did you come to the conclusion oh great and mighty heir of Mirkwood?" he snapped. When Legolas put his head down he felt instantly guilty. "Legolas I didn't…"

"Get out of here Estel, get out!" he cried. Aragorn watched in growing confusion as the prince neared a panic, staring at him out of wide (if slightly dilated) blue eyes.

"Legolas," Aragorn said softly, scotching over so that he was in front of his friend. "Legolas, look at me, look right in my eyes."

"Estel…"

"Look at me Legolas! Now, tell me you honestly think I would consider leaving you. Tell me that, and then tell you that you would do it if I asked you to leave me."

"I would say no."

"Then tell me, how do you have the right, where do you even get the right, to ask me to leave you here alone, to the mercy of a mad elf who would gladly see you die."

Aragorn said this all without flinching (Legolas was doing enough of that for the both of them,) he pulled the elf into his arms and whispered soothingly, wondering exactly what had happened to Randir, and where Bridget was. And if anyone would come to find them. If his father was worried. If there was anyone in the whole of Arda who really cared that they were probably about to die. That an immortal life was going to be extinguished because of a stupid fetish, a stupid jealousy, a stupid plan by a twisted mind.

It doesn't matter how many different ways I word it, it still sounds horrible, he thought to himself forlornly. It really did…hurt. He couldn't find a better word for it, but it was painful to know that Legolas would die because of him.

He was always blaming himself.

In fact, there was no possible way to link the blame to Aragorn.

But somehow he did it. His brother's had long ago decided it was a stubborn trait, and just to let it lie, and beat it into him when appropriate.

Which made them hypocrites.

But this line of thought was just proving that he was crazy. So he decided to stop thinking about it. With a groan he let his head rest on top of Legolas'. He could here the soft wind somewhere far away, or maybe that was his breathing, he couldn't quite be sure.

No.

That was most definitely wind.

Or not. He decided when Legolas breathed out; creating the sound that Aragorn had previously assumed to be the 'wind.'

With a rather large sigh he let his head fall back, smacking it rather painfully against the wall. He swore in dwarfish and the elf in his arms cracked a grin.

"Smelly Human, stop making so much noise, I am trying to get sleep, it's rather hard to do however!"

"That is what we don't want you to do."

"We?"

"Me."

"Oh, well…I wan't to sleep."

"That is just to bad then and-'' he was cut off as the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall.

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I'm late, I'm late! For a very important date! I blame the fact that it is chapter 13. An unlucky chapter. But I'm not overly superstitious so…

Anyways, thank Authoressinhiding for this chapter. She got at me for it.

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