Hey, so I'm glad that you guys liked the update even though it was a little short. I have some ideas for how I can keep this story going for a while so there's much more to come. However, for the time being I hope you like this latest update.

Seer

Rohan's warriors were armed and ready to depart by the following day. Aragorn had been eager to leave as soon as he had seen the beacon blazing in the mountains, however, he knew that he had to give the King time to ready his forces. Théoden was doing his people an immeasurable service, coming to the aid of a Kingdom that had not come to his. Strider stood and watched as people scurried about the hall, grabbing weapons and food for the road ahead. He looked up to see Legolas fingering one of his arrows, the elf had not been the same since the incident with the Palantir. He was still weak but appeared to be growing stronger with each day, but this did not stay Aragorn's worry for him.

'Legolas,' said the man as he began to walk towards him 'how are you?' he asked as he tapped the elf's shoulder lightly.

'I am doing much better Mellon-nin.' Replied Legolas as he smiled, his piercing blue eyes locked with Aragorn's grey ones.

'We ride soon, we must find Gimli and ready him. No doubt he is gorging himself on meat and mead.' Joked Aragorn as he turned to leave in search of the Dwarf.

Legolas chuckled back and followed the ranger, hiding his inward struggle. He had continued to have visions; however, these ones were different. They did not feel like before, they were not aimed at him and they did not weaken him like they had, he saw great armies of men, orcs and beasts, black ships sailing by burning villages. He knew what he was seeing was happening or was going to happen. He wondered if he should speak to Aragorn about it, would the ranger understand? It was not unusual for elves to possess magic abilities, he himself had been blessed with extraordinary sight and hearing, Elrond had the power of foresight. Had the Palantir changed him, given him the ability to see what is and what may be? He knew there were few people that would be able to explain what had happened to him, he hoped however that someday on his travels, this affliction would be explained.

After what felt like weeks they reached the camp for Rohan's forces. White tents sat proudly in front of a great grey mountain that had a winding path etched into its face. Atop the mountain sat more tents on a large ravine. The flags of Rohan blowing proudly along its edge. They trotted through the camps, men shouting to their King who had finally joined them.

"Grimbold how many?' he shouted

'I bring 500 from the Westfold, my lord.' Grimbold replied as he bowed to his King.

'We have 300 more from Fenmarch, Theoden King.' Shouted another man.

'Where are the riders from Snowbourn?' He asked as his eyes scouted around the camp.

'None have come my lord.' A man replied.

Théoden and the rest of the company continued through the camp towards the winding path that lay at the foot of the camp. A shiver ran down Legolas' spine as they edged ever closer towards the mountain. Slowly the group scaled the path, to find tents already assembled for them.

Aragorn walked through the camp towards Théoden who stood at the edge of the ravine that they had set up camp, he looked down upon the tents below, smoke billowing from the many fires that burned. He stood by the King, glancing quickly at him and then to the men on the ground.

'Six thousand spears. Less than half of what I'd hoped for.' He said to the ranger, his gaze not wavering.

'Six thousand will not be enough to break the lines of Mordor.' Replied Aragorn, frustration filling his features.

'More will come' said Théoden as turned to leave.

'Every hour lost hastens Gondor's defeat. We have till dawn, then we must ride.' Said the ranger as he turned to look Théoden in the eye.

Théoden nodded in agreement. Horse's squealing caused the two men to turn around, men were trying hard to keep their horses under control as they reared and kicked at their masters. Legolas walked towards Eomir who was unsaddling his horse, the man seemed unsurprised at the tension that filled the camp.

'The horses are restless, and the men are quiet.' Said the Elf as he looked quizzically at the man.

'They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain.' He replied as he looked back at the elf, taking in his weakened state. Not long ago the elf almost killed him with the swiftness of a cat, now he wasn't sure how he would stand in a fight.

'That road there?' said Gimli suddenly as he and his companion's eyes wandered to a stone pass that sat at the back of the camp 'Where does that lead?'

'That is the road to the Dimholt, the door under the mountain.' Replied Legolas, his eye's wide.

'None who venture there ever return.' Said Eomir as he eyes drifted between the elf and the dwarf 'That mountain is evil.'

It was with this that Legolas realised why he had sensed such evil when arriving at the camp. His eyes scouted around and came to fall upon Aragorn who was staring at the path, his eyes squinting as if to see something better. He looked back at the pass to see nothing but a slight green light emanating from the path, then back at Aragorn who had a look of shock plastered across his face.

Gimli interrupted the ranger, causing him to come back to reality like an avalanche crashing to the ground.

'Aragorn' he said as he grabbed the ranger's arm 'let's find some food!' he finished as he turned to leave

The ranger nodded and then allowed his eyes to drift back to the pass. Whatever he had seen was no longer there, all that he could see now was the elf stood to one side, staring at him with what could only be described as fear in his eyes.

Darkness fell over the camp along with an eerie silence that troubled Legolas, he could feel the fear and dread that every man felt. It filled the air like a room filling with water, threatening to drown him. His heart quickened as he fought to keep his composure, the men around him looking at him with wonder, many had never seen an elf in their lives. Suddenly their faces started to change to ones of blood, death and tears. He looked around to see bodies littered upon a vast battlefield. The giant bodies of beasts casting shadows over the yellowed grass, stained with the blood of men and orcs. Reality came back to him suddenly and the men's faces were now those of horror and confusion. The elf walked quickly towards his tent where he found Éowyn stood outside with Merry, laughing as she sent him on his way to the Smithy. He smiled at her, her heart was practically glowing in the blue light of night. Eomir was sat by the fire next to her, looking at her with judgemental eyes.

'You should not encourage him.' He stated as his gaze returned back to his food.

'You should not doubt him.' She replied as she looked at her brother.

'I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.' He replied, taking another bite of his meal, his statement causing Gamling to snigger in amusement.

'Why should Merry be left behind? He has as much course to go to war as you!' she stated as she looked up at the Hobbit who was practically skipping through the camp 'Why can he not fight for those he loves?' she finished, turning back towards the tent.

'You know as little of war as that Hobbit.' Eomer replied as he stood and turned to face his sister 'when the fear takes him, and the blood and the screams and the horror of battle take hold. Do you think he would stand and fight?' the man paused, taking in his sibling's expressions 'he would flee, and he would be right to do so! War is the province of men Éowyn.' He finished as he placed his hand upon her shoulder.

He then turned and left leaving her to contemplate what he had just said. Legolas turned his head to see her staring off after her brother, he could hear her breathing become heavier. Turning his head, he stared at his bow in his hands, the words Eomir said echoing in his head. He knew they all had their part to play in this war, including Merry and Pippin. They would all have to lay their lives on the line in order to defeat the dark lord.

Gimli grunted suddenly causing Legolas to jump, the elf had not even realised the dwarf had been sat there the whole time.

'He's right you know laddie.' Said the dwarf as he gnawed at some meat like a hungry dog 'war is no place for Hobbits.'

'I fear that everyone will have to fight if we are to win this.' Replied the elf as he placed his bow behind his back.

Gimli grunted in disagreement but then bowed his head and continued to tear away at his food. Legolas walked towards the tent where Éowyn now dwelled, he could hear her sobs from outside the door. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should leave her to her sorrow, but something inside him brought him to walk in. She was perched on the edge of a wooden frame bed, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She didn't even seem surprised as she looked up to see the blonde elf stood staring at her with concern filled eyes.

'Legolas!' she said as she smiled, her bottom lip quivering as she tried desperately to hold back her tears.

Éowyn stood up and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her delicate fingers, she then turned to look at her visitor who was stood still staring at her with his piercing blue eyes.

'How can I help you my lord?' she said returning his gaze.

'I… I uh came to see if you were well. I heard what your brother said to you and felt your anguish at his words.' Replied the elf as he looked at the ground.

'You are very intuitive, master elf.' She replied as she walked closer to him 'I appreciate your concern.' She said softly as she took his hands in hers.

Legolas looked up at her in shock. The contact was so alien to him, yet it was not unpleasant. He looked at their entwined hands and smiled, his heart racing at this new sensation. He looked up at her again and in that moment, they stared into each other's eyes, but no words were uttered. A wave of dizziness swept over the elf suddenly, his legs wavering as images of war flashed before his eyes, and that's when he saw her, lying in a battlefield, unmoving and white as snow. The elf fell to his knees, Éowyn steadying him as he fell and then all went black.

Éowyn shook the lifeless elf but he did not stir. Fear crept into her heart as his head lolled to one side, his breathing was weak.

'HELP!' She screamed as her tears returned in full force 'PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!'

Eomir stormed into the tent to find his sister cradling the elven prince in her arms, tears flooding down her face.

'What happened?' he asked as he dropped to her side.

'His eyes turned to those of a man possessed.' She stated as she looked down at the unconscious Legolas in her arms 'Then he just collapsed in my arms.'

'We need to find Aragorn.' Said the man as he scooped up the elf in his arms.

Éowyn followed closely behind her brother as they sprinted to the Rangers tent. A guard stood guard outside and looked at his captain as the man sprinted towards him.

'My lord.' He shouted as Eomer stopped before him.

'My lord Aragorn, is he in there? He is needed urgently.' Said Éowyn quickly.

'No, my lady he was called to King Théoden's tent. A messenger arrived for him not five minutes ago.' Replied the guard.

With this the horseman sprinted towards his uncle's tent, not standing on ceremony, he burst through the entrance to see a bewildered Aragorn stood next to what appeared to be another elf.

'Aragorn, its Legolas.' Was all Éowyn could say, once again trying to hold back her tears.

Aragorn's eyes widened as he saw his friend lying lifeless in Eomer's arms. He ran to his side as Eomer led the Elf down on the bed that sat close to the door.

'What happened?' said the dark elf as he walked towards the two men, kneeling down next to his stricken kin.

'He held one of the lost seeing stones not two weeks ago, it almost killed him.' Said Aragorn as he looked at the elf with tears in his eyes.

The dark elf looked at Aragorn with wide eyes, his gaze then quickly returning to Legolas who was still yet to regain consciousness.

'This is grave, very grave indeed.' Said the elf was he placed his hand on the Sindar's brow.

'What do you mean my lord Elrond?" asked Aragorn as he looked at him with a quizzing look.

'I will not know the extent of the damage it has done until he wakes, but I fear you will have to complete the rest of the quest without him.' He replied as Elrond's eyes drifted down, sorrow filling his features.

Aragorn looked back to Legolas, a single tear escaped and trickled down his stubbly cheek. What could Elrond mean? What damage had been caused? Only time would tell.

Well there it is, a bit longer than last time. I hope it was worth the wait and more to come ^.^