Thanks Clancy to check it for me. All mistakes are mine.

Note:

blah blah blah = Elvish speaking

… blah blah blah… = Memories from the past

blah blah blah = Thinking

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Chapter 2: Do I know you, master elf?

"Frodo Baggins, at your service, sir."

Legolas felt his blood freeze for the unexpected encounter. If it was possible, Frodo looked more beautiful and his pure spirit shone brighter clearly around him. Without thinking, Legolas did what he wanted to do all these 7 years. He pulled Frodo into his arms, intent to give the hobbit a big bear hug. However, his injured arm seemed to have another idea for him. The numb pain a moment ago became almost unbearable even though it was just a little moved. The elf whimpered in agony though he still held the hobbit tightly with his good arm.

Please, let go of me, master elf.

Legolas did not understand at all. He pulled out a little and watched the azure closely, trying to find what was wrong. These blue diamonds did not have any sign of recognition, no love, no trust. This hobbit was not the same Frodo he used to hug, but the stranger that looked at his savior elf with gratitude and a bit of confusing. The next word from Frodo only confirm the pain reality to his heart.

Do I know you, master elf?

Frodo did not know him anymore.

Legolas hung his head down, swallowed his sadness inside hardly. Of course, it was 7 years. How could Frodo remember the elf who had neglected him all these period? However, he still had hoped in him. Even though Frodo was only 5 years old that time, at least he must remember something between them. After all they spent most day and night together.

Do you really forget me, little one? It is I, Legolas.

Legolas, Frodo repeated the name; felt as if he had been spoken it for a thousand times. This elf looked very familiar to him. He looked at the beautiful face before him, at the eyes that seemed to awakening something inside from the past. He tentatively touched the blond hair. It was as soft as silk and the fragrant of it reminded him of the long time ago dream which he cherished the most. It was very vague; just the feeling of warm and safe to be held in someone strong and protective arms. Frodo assumed that the stranger in his dream must be an elf in Rivendell where Bilbo and he had been resided for a while because those arms were quite big and smell differently from dear old Gandalf.

Frodo tried to push deeper into his memories. He knew he was so close to remember now. He just needed a little trigger to open the door that guarding his hidden memories.

"We had been camping together with Elladan and Elrohir, the twin sons of Elrond."

…Click…

Many pictures gushed into his mind like the water gushed over the dam.

…A piece of fish flied out of the pan and landed on the head of black haired elf…

'ladan. He's Elladan. Frodo corrected himself before the next picture came.

…he clutched an elf's shirt tightly, who surprisingly was the elf before him now. He afraid of something evil would come to him when the elf was gone. The elf…Legolas...told him to not afraid and he would come back soon before left him aloof of the tree…

…his heart beat so fast when he saw a yellow eyed creature climbed on the tree he was hiding. It mumbled 'precioussss' with lunatic tone that feared him badly. He tried to escape by crawling along the branch to another tree but it grasped his ankle and pulled him back…

Frodo started trembling when he remembered those yellow eyes. He paled further. His hands left Legolas' hair to clutch on the elf's shoulder unnoticed as his legs were threatened to collapse to the ground. He did not want to remember more but the pictures still showed up.

…he was trapped under Legolas' body, trembling badly for fear of odd creatures that were circling near them after Legolas collapsed on the ground, over him…

…he eyed the strange man suspiciously as he pulled Legolas' head onto his laps; afraid the scruffy man would hurt Legolas more who was lying unconscious…

…'ladan and 'rohir brought him and Legolas to another place and set a fire while the man…Estel…went to retrieve his bags from somewhere. 'rohir and 'ladan said Legolas will be alright…

…he staggered from 'rohir's laps and sat down beside Legolas who 'ladan said that he was gone. Legolas left him like mama and papa did. Hurt. It was so hurt…

Legolas startled when he saw tears flushed down Frodo's cheeks. The hobbit looked so lost. His shinning eyes were dulled and mirrored 'heartbreaking' clearly. Legolas swallowed his pain and pulled the hobbit into his arms, murmured soothing words into the tiny pointed ear.

"shh…don't cry, little one. Don't cry."

His words could not stop Frodo's tears. Legolas had no clued what upset the hobbit so much. He seemed to be in another world and did not realize his present. Thus he started humming a song that he had lulled Frodo to sleep many times when they were in Rivendell. It worked though did not the way Legolas expected. The soft tunes reminded him other memories.

…he lied down beside Legolas boringly. In his hand was a small Elvish children book that became relatively a bit large in his tiny hands. He put it on the bedside table and snuggled Legolas, hoped that the elf would wake soon after 'resting to heal his injuries' as Elrond told. It was so bored and he missed the elf's company so much…

…he was crying and sniffling in the garden when Legolas came to sit with him. He did not want to go back to the Shire where the elf was not living there. He just wanted to live with the elf. However, Legolas had succeeded to persuade him in the end with the promise that he would come to see him often…

Frodo wrapped his arms around Legolas' neck as the last picture disappeared. Tears poured down his cheeks as many emotions gushed over him. How could he forget this elf who meant so much for him? The elf was his teacher and protector. Frodo just understood why the elf looked so upset a moment ago. And he had hurt Legolas! He must be a terrible person. No doubt, Legolas would not forgive him. He pushed himself out of the elf's arms gently, mindful the wound arm.

"Legolas, I'm so sorry that I had forgotten you. And I'm so sorry about your injury too." Frodo looked at the ground, afraid to see whatever showed in the elf's eyes but Legolas tilted his chin up.

"No. It is I who must apologise to you. I promised to come see you as much as possible. But I never came here until 7 years have passed. That was why you forgot about me."

"7 years?!" Frodo gaped at the fact he just realized. If this meant 'often', how long it would take for next time? Frodo did not want to think about it.

"That was very long, Legolas."

"I'm sorry, little one."

"Apology accepts with one condition," Frodo said as a plan created in his head quickly. "Bilbo will come to get me back at Bag End next week. You must go to stay there with me."

"Deal. I was heading to see Bilbo too."

Frodo grinned. He imagined the life with Legolas at Bag End and he sure that they would have fun together like their old days. He designed he will use his time with Legolas the best, compensated 7 years he had lost.

"aham."

They both startled and looked at the direction of the sound. There, Lorin was watching them silently. He had known 'Frodo' quite well from his brother's describing which seemed to match properly to this 12 year old boy.

"Do any of you mind to explain what is going on here?"

The conversation between Legolas and Frodo made him curious. From the information he had gathered, it had something more between them, something that Legolas did not tell him. But when he looked at his young brother, the interrogation was pushed aside. Legolas was in real pain; his face was paled like paper.

"Sorry brother," Lorin said and pulled his brother on his feet and supported him when Legolas swayed a little. The hobbit too, moved to Legolas' another side quickly and braced his arm around the elf's waist. The action of the boy made Lorin smiled. He started to like Frodo. The hobbit had a unique light in his soul, almost like his elven light but different.

"I aplogise for my manner, Frodo. I'm Lorin, Legolas' brother. It is so nice to finally meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well, Lorin."

That was the last thing Legolas remembered before he succumbed to darkness.

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The terrible pain in his arms woke Legolas immediately. Automatically, he cried out and fought whatever restrained him to the ground but a firm hand pushed him back down.

"shh…Legolas. Everything's alright now. I just relocated your arm," Lorin smothered damp blond hair off his brother's forehead before he returned to the task at hands. Above Legolas was Frodo who cradled the elf's head on his laps gently and carefully. Every once in a while Lorin would notice a small hand inserted into his brother's big one as if trying to find a comfort. And his brother would squeeze that hand back as if to reassure the boy.

"I did what I could but it would better to have a healer look over your wound."

"You could go to Buckland with me. It is the closest place. I grew up there before…before Bilbo adopted me. I'm sure aunt Esme would welcome you."

Lorin considered Frodo's eager offer. Legolas was hurt and Frodo's relatives must certainly were looking for him right now while they were talking. They had no choice at all. Beside, was not it interesting to stay with the hobbit surrounding?

"Alright, we will go to Buckland."

To be continued…

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Well, I think it's time to reply your reviews

Evilstrawberry: Such a very coincidence of meeting between Legolas and Frodo, right? Really, I'm thinking about the companion of 'Only me' about what would happen if Legolas did not safe Frodo from the river. Surely, the story would tern into another term. But since I'm busy enough, I think it's better to concentrate on next chapter, right?

Elvin Flame: ^^ I'm waiting to see Lorin's reaction too. Who would think that the love of Legolas would be just a child? Hahaha…

Tidus2529: The forgotten thing came from my own experience. I found that I forget most of what happened when I was 5 years old. And the few memories about that time were unimportant too. So I decided that it is okay to make Frodo forgot Legolas.

Moi: Thanks to read Moi.

Gia: I like to write Frodo speaks the elf language too. It makes him look…er…special, I think.

Rachel R: I'm glad to know you happy to read my fic and I hope that you did not get sore feet by dancing ^_~ (it happens with me a few times and causes me some troubles)

Serafina: You surprised me by very correct predictable. Really, I must say I make Legolas' hurt as an excuse to stay with Frodo ^///^.

Well your second opinion about Frodo remembered him but acted differently because of his age was very tempting. However, when I considered about Frodo's age in the story which is 12, I could not agree with your idea. I believe Middle Earth children's minds are quite younger than modern kids. They are kind of innocent and straight for what they wanted. Thus, I decide to make Frodo's action simple.