Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any characters or places in Lord of the Rings.

As night fell, the time drew near for the uruk-hai to finally arrive at Helm's Deep. Putting on his armor and readying his weapons for the long fight ahead, Aragorn started to look for the last thing he was missing, his sword. Looking all around the small armory, he could see many different types of swords of various sizes, but none that was his. Starting to get worried, Aragorn started to dig under all the different armor and weapons but it was useless. His sword had vanished into thin air.

Rushing out of the armory, Aragorn frantically started going over in his mind all the possible places where he could have left his sword. Deciding that the first place he should go is to where he was sitting on the stone steps an hour ago, watching the men of Rohan prepare for the upcoming battle.

Almost time for battle, and now my sword just HAD TO vanish thought the Ranger darkly as he meticulously scanned the area around the steps. Not finding any sign of his lost weapon, he moved onto the next possible location, the corner of Helm's Deep where he had a small talk with Eowyn before going to the armory. Combing the stone floor with his watchful eyes, Aragorn let out a sigh. I don't suppose Eowyn silently stole my sword while I was somehow unaware? though Aragorn as he trudged back to the armory.

Slowly looking under the tables and searching every corner, Aragorn finally admitted defeat. He knew that he still had his sword before undressing and putting on the armor. But after turning his back to get the chain mail shirt….

Suddenly his memory cleared. He remember seeing a slim hand creeping up to where his sword was and silently stealing it. The fingers on the hand were long and slim, an expert archer's hand…

"LEGOLAS!" shouted the enlightened human.

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Meanwhile, Legolas just outside the entrance to the armory, holding his best friend's sword, was enjoying his frantic search throughout Helm's Deep. However, when he heard the human's outraged shout, Legolas realized that the human was not as slow as he thought. He then quickly slipped away before the human would stomp out and start hunting him.

Running away, or rather as Legolas would prefer it being called "retreating temporarily", Legolas thought on the irony that an Elf Prince such as he would be so afraid of the wrath of the Ranger.

Suddenly, the elf bumped into a large obstacle, blocking his path. It was his best friend, Aragorn.

Shooting his friend a look that pleaded for mercy, Legolas knew he was doomed. It wasn't orcs, uruk-hai, or anything dark related that will end his life. It will be at the hands of his friend that is standing in front of him, shooting him a death glare, clearly very very agitated.

Busted…

AN: Thank you very very much for all of your wonderful patience. I hope this chapter was to your liking.

THANKS GOES TO LOSTXELF FOR SUGGESTING THIS IDEA.