where tears fall: hello everyone. Happy Easter! Like allways thanks so much for the reviews, they make me smile :)- well, enough blabber...


Aragorn barely had time to see the elf fall, before another arrow whizzed dangerously passed his head.

He ran up to the fallen being, completely aware of the fast approaching humans.

His eyes ran over the blond and stopped at the being's back.

Embedded in it was an arrow.

Aragorn gulped down bile rising in his throat as he hesitantly touched the shaft of the arrow. He knew he had to break off the shaft of the arrow and stop the bleeding, otherwise the elf would not live.

The blond's already blood-stained tunic was now turning a solid crimson color from the blood flowing freely from his back.

The sound of approaching horses remained Aragorn that he had little time. With a silent prayer, he took hold of the arrow and snapped the shaft off, erecting only a small moan form the unconscious being.

Sweat now streaming from his brow, Aragorn tore off a piece of his tunic and carefully wrapped the wound, being careful not to push the arrow in deeper.

The human took a large breath, pleased at the work he had done with such little supplies and limited time, before picking up the unconscious elf, and searching for a place to take cover.

He was surprised at how light the elf felt in his arms and how easy it was to carry him.

"You are more trouble than you are worth, mellon-nin." he whispered to Legolas before running once again into the forest, praying that for once, luck would be kind to him.

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Sadir's eyes widened in surprise as he watched a nearby man let go his arrow in the direction that the escapee's had headed.

"No! You fool! I need the elf alive!" he cried stopping his horse abruptly and turning to glare at the ashamed looking man.

"You better pray that he is alive." he said through clenched teeth, before turning his horse around and following after the captives.

He grabbed the reins of the horse tightly. He needed the blasted elf alive for at least one more day to guarantee Thranduil that his son was still alive. Other wise, Thranduil might not come. And that would ruin all of his plans...

Sadir's inner thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Dater's voice.

"Sadir. We've lost them."

Sadir turned, eyes blaring.

"WHAT?" he yelled, as Dater and all the surrounding men seemed to shrink at the sound of his voice.

"I...I...said that we lost them." Dater replied, trying his best not to look Sadir directly in the eyes.

Sadir's face slowly melted from pure furry to silent acceptance in a spilt second.

"No matter." he said so calmly that all of the men looked up in surprise at the man's sudden change in demeanor.

"Keep searching. We will find them. And when you do, bring them to me. I would like to have a chat with the man and elf." he said lifting his head up high and riding off toward the camp.

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Aragorn looked at the pale face of the elf that seemed to be illuminated with a clear light that hovered precariously around his bruised skin.

The blond was sweating profusely and fighting to gather air with each labored breath.

Aragirn sat with his back against the cold stone of the cave. He desperately wanted to light even a small fire to warm his cold, aching body. But with Sadir and his men searching through the forest, he would not risk the chance of them seeing the light and being captured again.

It was a pure miracle that he had found the cave in the first place. The small cave was not visible at all from the forest path, being hidden by several shrubs and bushes. As soon as Aragorn had arrived in the cave, he had immediately turned his attention to the hurt elf.

The fair being's breath came in short gasps, causing the once smooth skin on his face to contort with each breath.

Aragorn was quickly able to remove the arrow without too much complication and wrapped the elf's wounds. The human was very satisfied with the work he had done, although he was still concerned for the hurting elf.

Aragirn closed his eyes and placed his head against wall of the cave. He would just have to wait here till morning and then, maybe, try to escape. He could not stay in one place, for Sadir was certain to find them soon.

But then, there was the question of where he would go. He couldn't go back to Imaldris; it was too far back and the hurt elf would most likely not make it that far.

That meant his only choice was to go to Mirkwood. But he would have to stay off the main road, and he did not know Mirkwood well enough to go through the forest. He would much rather take his chances of staying in the cave then getting lost in the Mirkwood forest...

A cough turned the man's attention to the elf lying on the floor.

"Easy, mellon-nin." he said while kneeling down next to the elf.

Legolas gave one more strangled cough before opening up his bleary blues eyes.

The elf looked so confused that Aragorn actually started laughing.

"You are lucky that you are so light, or we may have not been able to escape." Aragorn said, calming his laughter suddenly.

It seemed to take awhile for the man's words to sink in, but when they did, Legolas offered a weak smile.

The elf seemed to struggle with himself for a moment as he attempted to sit up.

Aragorn saw what he was doing and grabbed his arm to help him up. Legolas exhaled slowly, proving to himself that he was exhausted as he sat up.

His blue eyes were trained on the dirt floor as a sudden realization hit him.

"You...you saved my life." he said while bringing his eyes up to meet Aragorn's.

Aragorn stared at the blond for a moment before chuckling to himself.

"Yes, yes I did. But do not forget, you also have saved my life."

Legolas seemed to contemplate this for a moment, while Aragorn continued.

"And we are not safe yet. Sadir is still after us. For no logical reason that I can think of." he exclaimed in an aggravated tone.

Legolas felt a twinge of guilt hit him as returned his gaze to floor.

He felt himself being torn into directions. He could tell the man that he was the reason that Sadir was after them, but Legolas had no idea how Strider would react to the news. Legolas had no information this man, other than a most likely untrustworthy name.

But Strider had the right to know. Strider had saved his life.

Legolas sighed.

His mind and mind and his feelings were once again contradicting each other.

Legolas sighed again, this time catching the attention of Aragorn.

"I must tell you something, friend." Legolas said, pulling his gaze up to meet Aragorn.

Aragorn only lifted a dark eyebrow and waited for the elf to continue.

"My name is not Findel." the elf said, his blue eyes now clear and pure.

Aragorn smiled at this obviously amused at the name he had given the elf.

"My name is Legolas." he said softly.

Aragorn continued smiling and nodded his head at the name the elf had given. The name seemed oddly familiar and nagged at the back of his mind as something important. But he dismissed it.

Legolas paused for a moment, almost afraid, for some reason, to go on. His golden brow scrunched as he took a deep breath.

"My father is king Thranduil. I am the prince of Mirkwood." he continued, staring up at the man to see the reaction the statement would have on him.

Aragorn just stared at Legolas for a moment, as if the elf was playing some sort of joke. But the sincere look on the blond's face swept any doubt he had against the elf's statement.

It all began to be put together in his mind. The familiarity of the name; Aragorn had heard his brothers mention the name of the prince of Mirkwood many times before. In fact, the elf and his brothers had been childhood friends; he had heard many stories of the brave, kind prince and the many troubles they had encountered (or caused).

And then it would explain why Sadir was so intent on coming after them. He must want something to do with Mirkwood.

Aragorn's eyes widened as it finally hit him.

He was standing in the presence of the crown prince of Mirkwood. Aragorn could hear his father in the back of his mind chastising him for being so rude. But that was nothing compared to how his faced paled at the thought of Kind Thranduil. The Mirkwood king was famous for his temper...

"Your majesty. I am sorry that…"

"Stop." Legolas cut Aragorn off, his face filled with sadness and a twinge of regret.

"You need only to address me as Legolas, friend." He said and added a small smile for good measure.

Aragorn could not help a large smile quickly spread over his face. He parted his lips to say something when the large voice of Dater sounded through the air.

"Come out! We know you're here!" he called, gruff voice echoing through the woods.

Aragorn became tense as Legolas perked his delicate ears for information on how close Dater was.

The crunch of leaves under horse hooves confirmed both their fears.

Dater was near.

And they had no where to go…


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