where tears fall: Hey everyone! I am so surprised at all the reviews I am getting! well, I really don't want to delay so: here is the next chapter:
It was morning the next day when Legolas's sensitive ears picked up the sound of people moving about the camp. He opened his blue eyes wearily and scanned the surrounding area.

After they had arrived at the camp, they were offered warm food and plenty of water. Legolas had been hesitant to take the food and only after the others started eating, did he take a bite.

Once the food had been happily consumed, Aragrin, much to Legolas's chagrin, cleaned the elf's wounds and wrapped them with new bandages.

A moan form the side altered the blond elf of Strider just waking up. Legolas could not help a smile pass his face at the man. It was true that at first he had not trusted this human at all, but now he felt that Strider may even be considered one of his friends.

He could just imagine what his father would say 'Friends with a HUMAN! Have you gone mad Legolas?'

The blond elf pushed back a strand of golden hair. Maybe he had gone mad…

He was an elf stuck in the middle of a camp of filthy humans! He pressed a hand to his temple and was surprised to find that his head no longer throbbed. The elf quickly unwrapped the cloth that adorned his forehead, that made him look like an invalid, and touched the tender part of his bruise.

It was nearly gone.

The herbs that the human was giving him must have enhanced his elven healing abilities. But how could a human have access to such elvish herbs?

"Good morning!" the rough voice of Strider echoed.

The human looked over at his elven companion and the perplexed look on his fair face.

"I trust you are feeling better." Strider said while motioning to the cloth the elf held in his hands.

The fair being turned slowly to him, his look of shock turning into a contagious grin.

"Yes, thanks to you. Hannon lee." He said, sincerity shinning through above all other emotions.

There was a moment when neither being talked. It was a moment of understanding between both creatures. A moment of peace.

Aragorn smiled widely before grabbing his bag lying next to him.

"I think it would be best if we left soon. That is, if you are feeling better." The human glanced at the elf just in time to catch a look of relief cross the blonde's face. Strider was almost as anxious as the elf to leave the camp. The small comfort that he had gotten by the presence of Sadir, evaporated as soon as they set foot inside the camp.

Legolas didn't question the "we" that the human used. Over the past days a bond, even though small and held together by fear of strangers, had formed between the human and elf.

"I believe my leg is well enough to use." Legolas replied while attempting to stand up. His leg gave him no more than a slight twinge of pain when he out pressure on it. Much improved from the night before, and not nearly as serious as some other injuries he had endured.

"Good, than let's be off." Aragorn replied, hoisting his pack on to his shoulder. The pain in his side had almost completely disappeared.

He looked at his companion.

They both still had on their clothes, stained with a combination of spider and their own blood.

It would be quite a hilarious sight to a passerby.

"Are you leaving so soon?" the slick voice of Sadir asked, chilling Legolas to the bone.

They both turned slowly to the black-haired human. The whole camp had become quiet and wide eyes, filled with surprise and anxiety, fixed themselves on the elf and human.

"We believe it would be best to be on our way now. Thank you for your hospitality." Aragorn stated in the most sincere voice he could muster, while accenting his words with a bow. He didn't wait for 'Findel' to say anything as he turned and continued out of the camp.

They were near the edge of the camp when two burly men, harboring large swords, stepped out, blocking the exit.

Legolas immediately tensed and let his hand wander to his own sword. He glanced toward Aragorn, who must have been thinking the same thing, for his hand was on the hilt of his sword also, ready to strike if the men made a wrong move.

"Now, insist. Stay." Sadir cooed. The human gave a nod to the two men. They smiled, an evil glint in their eyes, as they advanced on the elf and human.

Legolas was aware of a few other men coming from behind them.

Aragorn and Legoals both unsheathed their swords, and prepared for the attack.

It came from behind.

But Legolas was ready. With a flash of steel and a clank of metal, Legolas spun quickly and met his attacker with his sword.

The blond easily dispelled the man's weapon and swiftly knocked him out with the hilt of his sword.

Before the man had hit the floor, another attack came from both sides.

In one graceful movement, he was able to run one man through with his sword, while jutting out his elbow and connecting solidly with the temple of the other man.

Both humans slumped to the floor in strange unison, joining their companion on the dirt floor.

Legolas turned quickly to face his next adversary, when the chilling sound of Sadir's voice erupted from the crowd.

"Stop!"

Legolas froze, as did the surrounding humans. He turned slowly, completely alert for any on coming attack.

There was a line of humans, Sadir smiling widely in the middle. He turned to a kneeling figure on the ground.

Legolas's eyes widened as he identified the figure as Strider. The brown-haired human held a look of defiance in his eyes, even with three swords held firmly at his neck.

Sadir turned to Legolas, pleased to see the evident worry in the elf's eyes.

"Throw down your weapons." Sadir called while gesturing to the knives at Aragorn's throat. "Or else…" He didn't need to finish. Legolas knew.

He grasped his sword harder till his knuckles turned white. Legolas's eyes scanned the area in one quick motion, trying to figure out his options.

He could try to escape. It would be fairly hard, but if he was able to reach the trees at the side of the camp, than he could make it to safety. But Strider would almost certainly be killed if he made a run for it.

His feelings churned inside of him, his mind pulling at him to run and get away. He was just a human…

But his gut; his heart, told him to stay and try to save Strider. The human did save his life… Legolas looked at Strider, whose eyes were filled with fear, but attempted to mask it with a 'save your self' look.

With a sigh the blond unsheathed his other sword and released his grip, letting both weapons fall to the ground with a clank of metal that echoed through the camp.

Sadir let a resounding laugh echo as two men came up behind Legolas and roughly grabbed him by the arms.

"Not so strong now, littl' elf, are ya'?" one of the men sneered at Legolas, while brutally, pushing him forward.

Legolas clenched and unclenched his fists, willing his mouth not to reply with a smart retort. It would only make it worse.

Another man came forward and flicked the delicate tip of Legolas's ear to mock him.

The elf pulled back his head and gave the man a death stare. The man moved back from the blond, obviously afraid.

Legolas was led, or more like dragged, to the place where Aragorn was kneeling. Legolas didn't look directly into the man's eyes, knowing that he would get a harsh look of disapproval.

He was cruelly shoved on his knees, the men obviously knowing that his leg was hurt. The pain in his leg sprang up, but not hard enough for the elf to show only a shadow of discomfort in his eyes.

He was now side by side with Strider on his knees, staring up into the disgustingly joyful eyes of Sadir. Legolas conjured up the coldest stare he could provide, focusing solely on Sadir.

The men around him staggered back a few steps, some how wounded by the glare form the elf.

But Sadir's smile only deepened as he stared into Legolas's eyes.

He firmly grasped Legolas by the chin, forcing him to stare deep into his black eyes.

"I believe it is rude for a guest to leave without informing the host."

Legolas narrowed his blue eyes, which had turned as cold as ice.

"I believe it is rude for a host to prevent a guest from leaving." He spat.

Sadir's smile slowly faded into a look of disgust. He removed his grip on Legolas's chin and in one swift movement slapped him hard across the face. The elf's head shot to the side from the force of the blow.

The blond didn't see it coming. And even if he did, he was helpless to stop it.

Another hit form the other side, caused his head to snap back the other way.

Pain shot up and down his head as he tasted the coppery tang of blood in his mouth. Legolas felt dizzy and unstable as felt a dribble of blood run fro his cut lip, made by the second blow.

That is going to leave a bruise…

"Don't touch him!" Aragorn growled, much to the surprise of Sadir and Legolas.

Sadir turned his gaze upon the human on his knees. His dark eyes met Aragron's in the same way they had met Legolas's. He swiftly kicked Aragorn in the stomach, causing the man to double over in pain.

Sadir, satisfied with the pain of the two beings, Sadir called out to a grinning Dater.

"Tie those up, and make sure they can't get lose. We have work to do…"


where tears fall: ooo... I didn't see that comming...

(actually, I did)

Poor legolas, I love him, I really do;)

well tell me what you think, more suspense to come!

thanks for reading!