where tears fall: OMG! I am soo sorry! let me just say I have the most wonderful excuse for not updating yesterday. But I'm sure you don't want to hear it, so I will skip all the yata yata and say "go on with the story" sorry again and thanks for the reviews! they make me happy!


They rode through the woods in silence. Legolas or "Findel" rode quietly on Sadir's horse, trying his best to fight the pain and sit upright.

It had been a struggle to convince Legolas to ride the horse. The elf could walk, but Sadir had insisted on Legolas riding on his horse. He had bluntly refused the first time, earning an angered look from Aragorn. When Sadir insisted the second time, Aragorn took the opportunity to claim that he was a healer and it would be the best fro his leg if he rode.

With a silent growl, Legolas agreed, and now sat as proudly as possible on top of the stallion.

The blond elf gave another glance to the dark human. He still did not feel well about the man. The trees told him of trouble, but were painfully unclear on what and where. The man had been smiling ever since Legolas had seen him.

Always a wide a clear smile that sent chills down his spine. No one could be that friendly. The elf glanced on the other side of him at Strider, who seemed to be contemplating something very deep, for he kept his eyes in a stare fixed on the ground in front of him.

Legolas knew when there was trouble, and right now, all of his senses were screaming at him that something was desperately long.

His thoughts were interrupted by the slick voice of Sadir.

"Master Findel, tell me, were do you come from?" Sadir fixed his beady eyes on Legolas's clear blue ones and added a stretched smile.

Legolas did not answer, but continued staring into the man's eyes. He could feel his insides turn at the man's gaze.

And then there was that name Findel. He would just have to kill Strider for that one. Findel didn't even make any sense. He could have chosen something more elf-like or at least more graceful. But no. He had chosen Findel.

"Do you come from Mirkwood?" the man asked, never lessening his ever growing smile.

Legolas clenched his teeth. "I believe that better question would be where do you come from."

Aragorn sharply looked at Legolas. Of course he did not trust Sadir. In fact, the man made his insides turn for one reason or another, but the man was giving them shelter and a place to stay.

"Fair enough." Sadir replied with a small chuckle, shaking his head.

The man looked up and his smile returned again when he saw a small clearing through the trees.

"Here we are. Now that wasn't a long walk was it?" he asked more to Aragorn than Legolas.

They entered a fairly large camp with several men scattering about. There were a few flaming fires dotted around the camp with a scruffy looking men huddled around them.

Legolas cringed at the sight of all the dirty men. They seemed even worse than Strider and Sadir. Every bit of common sense was screaming at him to leave. Nearly all the men in camp had large beards and shaggy looking hair, an obvious sign of hygiene neglect.

Legolas's acute nose crinkled at pungent smell of the pack of unclean men.

At the sight of the new comers, the men in the camp froze from workings and loud laughing lowered to a low rumble. Their eyes were fixed not on their leader, but the blond elf on top of their leader's horse.

They seemed to narrow their eyes at the scene, which did not go unnoticed by Legolas or Aragorn. The elf reflexively moved his hands towards his bow.

The camp had become silent, tension thick in the air.

Sadir seemed to sense this.

He nonchalantly walked up to a large, brown haired man, who swiftly stood up out of respect.

"Dater, my friend, I would lie you to accommodate our guests with a nice place to stay." He motioned to the stunned man and elf, adding another slick smile, which Legolas had more than begun to loathe.

Legolas painfully slipped off the horse, trying his best to hold his dignity in front of the staring men.

"It seemed that they had run into some spider problems." Sadir continued laying an arm around Dater.

"They are very exhausted and I'm sure would appreciate some rest."

"Make sure they are taken care of." Sadir added.

Dater looked almost shocked at this statement, before he straightened out and motioned for the man and elf to follow him.

Aragorn looked hesitantly at Legolas who returned the uncertain stare before they both continued after Dater.

Legolas erected himself as best as he could, letting his blond hair fall down across his back, ignoring the stares and sneers from the men.

"I do not think we should stay long. I have a bad feeling." Legolas whispered to Aragorn, never taking his eyes off the men surrounding them.

"I would be lying if I told you that I did not also feel bad about this." Strider whispered back, seriousness drenching his voice.

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A gruff-looking man walked up to Sadir while starring at the two beings in the distance.

"What the hell is going on?" he whispered to Sadir, his scratchy voice matching his appearance perfectly.

"Patience my dear friend. Patience. You see it is much easier to have the elf cooperate with us, than try to control him. For now at least."

"I thought you said we could have the elf!" the man growled.

Sadir smiled calmly. In an instant the man was painfully on the ground, a knife to his throat, held by Sadir.

"Now, listen and listen close. We will all get a chance at the elf, but we must wait. Are we clear?" Sadir said silently, pressing the knife closer to the man's neck, drawing a small trickle of blood.

"Crystal." The shaking man gasped out. Sadir smiled and stood up, dusting off some dirt.

"But what about the man?" The man asked shakily, flinching when Sadir turned sharply.

"We will take care of that soon, just do your job." Sadir snapped out.

The man cowered in fear in front of the man.

"Now, let's go and make our guests comfortable." Sadir said, adding a slick smile.

Ah yes, this will be fun...


where tears fall: I know sort of boring sort of short.

Grrrrr... The next one will be so much better, please give me another chance! I promise it willl be better!

At this very moment there is a herd of people out side my house demanding my thumbs! (and I'm pretty sure someone who wants my head)

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