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Chapter 6 – Estel? Iston le?

"Daro! Seas daro!" *Stop! Please stop!*

Legolas screamed as he tossed and turned on the bed. His eyes were wide, glazed over with pain and occasionally they shut tight, trying to black out the world before him. His skin had gone deathly pale and those around him could have mistaken him for the dead, if not having his eyes wide and the screams that tore from his throat. The Prince was never aware of his friends trying to bring him back, a hand placed gently on his forehead and the panic and fear within their eyes.

"Laegolas, seas, echuiv!" *Greenleaf, please, wake up!" Aragorn's hand never left his friends forehead while the other stroked his cold cheek. The ranger had only ever seen this once in the time he lived and it was scaring him just as much as it did back then. This was far more powerful than the others and he wondered if Legolas had used too much power on Théoden or Sauron was finally making his move on the Prince.

"Is there anything you can do?" Gimli asked, his voice full worry, from the foot of the bed where Legolas laid. The only time the Dwarf had seen such a thing was when they had come across the Elves of the mysterious forest almost two months ago and that terrified him just as much.

"I am trying Gimli!" Aragorn snapped, anger within the stormy grey orbs but then his face fell immediately as he realised what he did "Forgive me, Gimli. I did not mean for my emotions to get the better of me." Aragorn sighed and hung his head. The rangers hand fell from the Prince's face but he kept the other on his forehead. Aragorn lifted his head and faced his pale friend once more. The screams had now been silenced but tiny moans and whimpers escaped the Elven lips.

"Legolas?" Aragorn questioned as his friends breathing became ragged and harsh. He never received an answer from the Prince.

Suddenly all in the room, save those on the beds, turned to the door as they heard it open. There stood in the door way was the King and the Lady now known as Éowyn. Both walked over to where the Prince lay and Théoden looked at the Prince with much sadness.

"Gandalf." The King said as he bowed slightly to the Wizard who sat on the opposite side of the ranger. "Would you care to tell me, who these people are?"

"This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn..." Gandalf nodded at the ranger who did not look up and greet the King but kept his eyes fully on the Elven Prince before him. He never saw the Kings eyes widen. "…Beside you…" Gandalf continued "…Is Gimli, son of Gloin…" The Wizard nodded at the Dwarf and Gimli bowed a little in respect for he was in the presence of a King. "…And this…" The Istari looked down sadly and smiled slightly "…This is Legolas, son of King Thranduil."

"I am very honoured to meet such high ruling beings within my home; a Prince, a future King and a son of a Lord." Théoden bowed. "Before I arrived here, I heard something that shocked me." Gandalf looked at the King questionably and waited for him to continue "I heard that the Elf here was, in some part, responsible for helping me escape the dark dreams I had of late. Is this true?"

"It is indeed true, my Lord." Gimli answered "He helped you and is now suffering for it." Gimli looked at his friend, that he had now shared a deep bond with and smiled the smallest of smiles.

"He suffers?" Éowyn exclaimed "How could he suffer for helping someone?"

All turned to the ranger as he started to speak "He suffers because he interfered." A slight whimper came from the Prince "He suffers because he did not stay out of Sauron's way."

Éowyn gasped and Théoden's eyes widened. "The dark Lord?" Both whispered in unison.

"Have you not heard of the stars, my Lord?" Aragorn chuckled at the expressions. "Your nephew, Éomer, seem to have known from the moment I said his name."

"Éomer?!" Éowyn cried "Where is he? Where did you see him?" The blonde maiden hadn't seen the rider for two days. She was afraid he had been slain in combat or ambushed by a great host of Orcs like her cousin was.

At this, Aragorn furrowed his brow "We saw him near the borders of Fangorn. We spoke briefly and he said that he was returning to Edoras."

Théoden grabbed the maiden gently by her wrist and hugged her closely as a tear fell down her cheeks, fearing the worst. "Your brother will be fine. He is strong..." The King loosened his grip and stood at an arms distance, his hands placed lightly on her shoulders "…You know this." Éowyn nodded and smiled. A soft whimper from the bed where Legolas lay drew the attention of all.

"Daro. Seas, Amin paiusén ut ta auteo', Amin vesta." Legolas turned his head, unseeing eyes gazing up at Aragorn.

Aragorn furrowed his brows in confusion. It seemed Legolas was caught in some kind of dream.

"What does he say?" Éowyn asked as she sat down beside the ranger, studying the pale face beneath her.

"He says *Stop.*…" Aragorn translated while he looked at her, the King and his Dwarven friend. "…*Please, I won't do it again, I promise.*" The future King then looked down at his friend again and removed his hand from the Prince's forehead. "Legolas, mani olui lle vesta?" *What did you promise?"

"Tanya amin wiûld il dietup au'." *That I would not escape again.* The Prince shrunk back into the bed, afraid of what punishment would come next. "Seas aranno, Hîr-nin." *Please forgive me, my Lord*

"My Lord?" Aragorn thought and looked up at the Wizard who had his eyes furrowed with confusion. "Gandalf?" The future King questioned. Legolas was delusional.

"Keep speaking to him, Aragorn." Gandalf said simply, never leaving the unseeing eyes of the wood Elf.

"Elifk is sina Hîr, Legolas?" *Who is this Lord, Legolas?*

Legolas looked at the Aragorn and had furrowed his eyes. Through his clouded vision, he could see different shapes but they were too blurry to make out. The Prince felt stuck within his mind. He had felt this before but had no recollection of the date. Legolas could only remember waking up one day in a bright room, which smelt of a forest spring and sweet pollen, with another by his bedside. That figure was in fact his father that he hadn't seen for the 557 years he had spent imprisoned within Dol Guldur. "Ada?"

He saw the figure turn his face upwards and then back towards him. They spoke a language he had never heard before. "Va Laegolas. Ta is amin, Estel." *No Greenleaf. It is me, hope.*

Legolas blinked. "Estel? Iston le?" *Hope? Do I know you?* The Prince looked around with his unseeing eyes and heard many gasps. "Where am I?" He thought. Panic started to build within the Prince and his breathing began to quicken. "Manke diu amin?" *Where am I?* He voiced out.

"Lle ier e' Rohan, mellon-nin." *You are in Rohan, my friend.* Legolas looked to his left and saw a figure dressed in white.

"Rohan? Manke is tanya?" *Where is that?" Legolas asked.

Before anyone could answer the Prince's question, he suddenly screamed once more and his hands flew to his head, clutching it tightly, ripping out his braids and pulling a few golden strands from it. Everyone in the room went into panic and tried to calm down the screaming Elf but to no avail. Legolas continued his screaming, not listening to anything around him except the deep and cold voice within his head.

"Laegolas! Tolo dan nan ngalad! Seas, lasto beth nin lammen!" *Greenleaf! Come back to the light! Please, listen to my voice!* Aragorn shouted frantically as he tried to calm the Elf down. When he saw that his attempts didn't work, he quickly looked at the maiden beside him, worry within her cool blue eyes and shouted over Legolas' screaming "Éowyn, I need a herb that will help him sleep! Quickly!" He yelled when she didn't move.

Éowyn stood and quickly went towards a cabinet on the opposite side of the room. She opened it and looked for a phial with the same description, for Rohan had no such herbs but only the ones that were already crushed and mixed. She feared the Elf wouldn't last long. A small light of hope sparkled in her eyes and she smiled as she grabbed the small clear phial, a green liquid inside and hurried over to the ranger who spoke in a frantic but beautiful language.

Aragorn took the bottle from her hands "Gimli, try and get his hands away from his face." He saw the Dwarf nod and come beside him.

Gandalf on the other side, already taking a hold of one of the Prince's arms, was trying his best to gently but firmly remove them from the golden head. Gimli copied and did the same, worry in his eyes.

Aragorn grabbed Legolas' head and lifted it slightly, trying his best not to hurt his friend. Legolas tried to break free of the hold they had on him and screamed even louder.

"Laegolas! Amin éunded lle a' yulna sina." *Greenleaf! I need you to drink this.* Aragorn shouted at his friend, placing the uncorked phial to his un-wanting lips. The prince squirmed and shook his head and Aragorn sighed in frustration.

"Let me try." Éowyn spoke softly from the other side of the future King.

Aragorn looked up at her, thinking for a few minutes and then finally nodded. He sighed again as he passed the phial to her and moved out the way but did not stand a great distance away.

"Thank you." Éowyn said as the ranger moved. She sat down where he was previously, facing the Dwarf and Wizard "If you don't mind, Gimli, Gandalf but could you let him go?" She smiled sadly and saw as Gandalf let go of the Elf's arm, watching it as it flew to his head once more.

Gimli kept his hold but a hand apon his shoulder made him look up with so much sadness that it tore Aragorn's heart to see a proud and stubborn creature like Gimli to be reduced to so much worry and pain. Gimli reluctantly let go and watched as that arm also flew to Legolas' head, grabbing his delicately pointed ears and golden hair.

Éowyn smiled and nodded to the Dwarf. She then turned back to the Prince and breathed in deeply though her mouth and out through her nose "Legolas?" She said gently watching for any slight reaction from the Prince.

None at all.

She turned to Aragorn "Does he have a childhood name?"

Aragorn nodded "Greenleaf." He said simply and, taking a seat next to her. The ranger watched as she nodded and turned back to the Elven Prince.

The blond maiden gently placed a hand on the screaming Prince's golden head "Greenleaf?" She waited and smiled when she got a reaction.

Legolas screaming stopped suddenly and a cold silence filled the healing halls. His hands were still within his hair but his shoulders slightly began to shake.

Éowyn moved her hand down from the Prince's head and rested it apon his right hand, almost resting on his cheek. "Greenleaf, what troubles you?" She asked, a slight melody in her voice. She never received an answer and asked something different "What haunts you?" The maiden of Rohan watched as the Prince's left hand fell to the mattress; his other relaxed the tiniest under her soothing touch. "I need you to drink this Greenleaf. Can you?" A nod came from the Elf and she smiled as she gently watched as he tipped his head back gently, waiting for the liquid to slide down his throat.

All those around watched in amazement as Éowyn thanked the Prince and placed the clear phial on his now wanting lips. They watched as he swallowed the green liquid and she immediately lowered him down and pulled the blankets up so they were under his chin and placed a warm and gently hand on his forehead "Sleep well, Greenleaf." She kissed his forehead and moved away, turning to the shock Men, Wizard and Dwarf before her.

"You have a talent, young Lady." Gandalf whispered, not wanting to wake the now sleeping Prince.

Éowyn smiled and bowed her thanks "My brother suffered something like this when we lost our parents. He would scream and scream until I came to sooth him. I was only seven while he was only ten. We were too young to have lost something that meant so much to us..." Éowyn explained. "…But something tells me that this is far beyond that."

"Come." Théoden said as he walked to the door. "We will have people show you to your rooms. You must be exhausted."

"Thank you, my Lord." Aragorn bowed slightly and Gimli followed his lead. Gandalf smiled and looked at the Prince one last time before heading out the door.

As Aragorn and Gimli were about to step through the door, Éowyn grabbed the rangers wrist "Wait. I need your help." She whispered her eyes going to the floor before her.

"What is it?" Aragorn asked softly, making her blush slightly.

"I…Urm…" She stumbled and swallowed audibly which made the redness on her cheeks brighten. "My…Cousin is sick and he needs help. Will you help him?" She asked.

"I will do what I can." Aragorn smiled and motioned her to show him the way. He pulled Gimli with him "I will need your help, Master Dwarf."

Gimli nodded and then turned to face a guard that was standing by the door of the healing halls "You!" He called, drawing the guard's attention "If a sound is made by the Elf, fetch us right away." The guard nodded and then called to another, asking for a healer to come and watch the Elf. Gimli mumbled beneath his breath but followed after the Man and Woman as they made their way down the private halls of the King.

"Gandalf, what just happened in there?"

Théoden asked as they both came to stop in his throne room. Both Wizard and King turned and faced Grima, who was being held by two guards as they waited their orders. They both could tell the foul human had tried to escape for several bruises were now appearing on his pale face. The King looked confused for a moment as he did not know why the guards had him within their hold.

"That, my dear friend, is the price he paid for helping you." Gandalf spoke and narrowed his eyes at the foul man, under the control of Saruman "Saruman and Sauron had possessed your mind and this worm was the key on making that successful."

The King was shocked and looked at Grima, anger and hurt spread throughout his eyes "Is this true?"

"I've only ever served you, my Lord." Grima struggled within the hold of the guards.

"You do not deny it!" This was no question as Théoden moved towards the man, cold icy blue eyes meeting deep blue, almost red with anger. The King grabbed the man and held him at his throat "What have you done Grima? You were my friend, were you not?" The King asked, a slight sadness flashed within his eyes.

"I have done…" Grima was interrupted as Gandalf spoke the very words he didn't wish to hear.

"He poisoned your mind, making you a puppet for Saruman and Sauron's plans. He told the Uruk-hai's where your son was and had them ambush him as he rode towards the river, in search of the Orcs that he himself had told him." Théoden's eyes widened, anger boiling too high for his liking. "He also had your nephew imprisoned and had your niece suffer terrifying dreams. Dreams of you never waking and dying in her arms." Gandalf finished.

Théoden looked deeply within the icy eyes as Gandalf spoke. He saw betrayal in the blue orbs and back handed the man, causing a split lip, blood running down the pale chin. "You are banished hence forth from the Kingdom of Rohan, never to return. Go back and crawl to your new 'masters' Grima." The King turned and let go of the man's throat "You are no longer welcome here."

"My Lord, please, you must listen to me!" Grima shouted as the guards held him back, trying their best not to let the man free.

Théoden turned around quickly and faced him while shouting "Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast! I will not listen to you, ever again!" Théoden turned his attention to the two guards "Get him out my sight." He then eyed Grima one last time "I will give you an hour to leave my lands. If you fail, I will have you brought here and I will personally kill you myself." The King growled and watched as the guards nodded, dragging the protesting man within their hold, towards the doors.

"Guards!" Théoden called and two other guards came running towards him. "Release my nephew from his cell. Bring him to me at once."

"Yes, your highness." Both guards said in unison while bowing.

Aragorn gently pushed back the blankets that covered the King's son's deadly form and un-wrapped the bandages that were wrapped delicately around his cold body.

Aragorn frowned at the sight of the wound. A large gash decorated his midsection. The skin around the wound was blue and black, obvious signs of poison that once dwelled there but now infection had got in and the wound radiated heat. He turned and looked at Éowyn as she stood ready, waiting for orders. Gimli, beside her, also did but kept looking to the door to see if any guard would enter with news of how their Elven friend was doing.

"I will need a bowl with a cloth, make sure the water is warm, not too hot and not too cold." The maiden nodded "I will also need an herb called Athelas." When the Lady furrowed her brow, he sighed "It is Kingsfoil in the common tongue. It helps fight infection and also helps with the healing process. Actually…" This made Éowyn stare at the man before her "…Gimli…" His stormy grey eyes flickered to the stumpy Dwarf by the maiden "…Could you go to the stables in search for Hasufel? There was a bunch of Athelas within one of the saddle bags. The rider before me was probably a healer."

Gimli nodded and went in search for the herb.

Éowyn grabbed a bowl and went towards a tap and filled it with water, both hot and cold; making sure it was the right temperature, she grabbed a cloth from the side and walked back over to the ranger who had now began to sterilise his hands with a phial of herbs he had found on the bedside table.

She placed the bowl on the mattress beside her cousin and fetched another just in case the ranger was going to be in need of it. The blonde maiden then went and lit a small hearth that was in the room, filling it with much needed heat. Éowyn also placed a small kettle on the fire and waited for the water to boil before walking back to Aragorn, with the hot water.

It wasn't long till Gimli came back with the herbs and gave them to the future King. He waited patiently and with the words he had wanted to hear, he thanked the ranger and went back to the healing halls to sit with his Elven friend.

Éowyn smiled "It is very strange for a friendship to form between an Elf and a Dwarf." She sat on the opposite side of the bed, watched as Aragorn crushed the Athelas together before placing them in the hot water. A smell filled the room and Éowyn felt herself relax a little. It smelled of a new spring morning and she smiled at the scent.

Aragorn smiled as he saw the maiden breath the herbs and instantly relaxed. "Their bond is strong and very amusing some times." Aragorn voice snapped Éowyn out of her thoughts.

"How about you then?" She asked "You seem very close with Legolas, my Lord."

Aragorn smile widened as he sighed and shook his head, chuckling at some of the memory's he had with the Prince "Aye. The Elf and I are very good friends indeed. I have known him for a very long time, shared many adventures." Aragorn went to pour the herbs onto Théodred's wound but then furrowed his brow when a slight glow admitted from it. It was so faint that he needed a closer look, squinting his eyes as he did so.

"What is it?" Éowyn asked as she saw Aragorn halt his movements and look and the wound more closely. Her eyes widened as she saw the ranger draw back and curse to every known god there was "What is it?" She repeated, panic began to rise within her slender body.

"I should have known." The ranger mumbled "I should have known!" He shouted this timed, making the maiden jump slightly in her seat. "That stupid, stubborn, prissy Elf!"

"What has happened, Aragorn?" She asked once more, worry true on her voice.

The future King of Gondor walked back towards the wounded Prince and sat down once more and pointed at Théodred's wound. "Take a look and tell me what you see."

Éowyn did just that and then furrowed her own blonde brows "I don't see anything…" She said and Aragorn sighed.

"I was imagining it. Good. That's very good." The ranger thought.

"Wait…" Éowyn mumbled which made Aragorn look towards her "…I see something…"

"Oh no. Please do not tell me it is so."

"…There's a soft glow…A faint one, hard for the eye to see from a short distance but from up close it is very easy to spot." Éowyn confirmed his fears. "Where is it coming from?" She looked to Aragorn for answer as she saw the ranger slowly shut his eyes only to reopen them with sadness.

"The glow is coming from the inside. It is fuelled by a great magic that only the Stars of Adar can use. It is dangerous for only one for he has not reached his full maturity yet, making it difficult for him to summon the strength he needs to help control it."

Éowyn listened intensively "This Star you speak of is Legolas, correct?" When Aragorn nodded, she looked towards the ground, taking her cousins hand within her own "That screaming he was making, it is the pain that my cousin is going through while he is unconscious."

Aragorn nodded. "There are many different powers similar to this. Legolas could make the pain unknown and sleep through many days till he believed that that person would be well again. The other is feeling their pain and I have only seen it once." Aragorn explained and then went on to begin his short story when the maiden crinkled her brow. "Long story short; my brothers and I were out hunting with Legolas and we were attacked by wargs from Gundabad. One of my brothers received a wound slightly like this…" He pointed at Théodred's wound.

"…And Legolas stole his pain, making himself feel it instead. My brother still has the scar the beast made and that was fifty nine years ago. To long for a scar too heal on an Elven body." Aragorn finished and ignored the shocked look from Éowyn. He sighed and picked up the now cool water with the Athelas in and gently poured it into the Prince's wound.

A slight reaction came from the Prince and the ranger smiled "This is a good thing." Aragorn told her "He felt the water and the herbs so he must still be with us. The strength Legolas sent him is working but we must move quickly."

Éowyn nodded and then asked "Why did he calm when I spoke to him? I was amazed myself when he listened to a complete stranger and not a good friend." She smiled sadly when Aragorn smiled slightly.

"Legolas doesn't come across women often." Aragorn chuckled "The only women he is used to are the Lady Galadriel and the Lady Arwen."

"What of his mother then? Does he have any siblings?" Éowyn asked but regretted it when Aragorn stopped all his movements, sadness crept back into the stormy grey eyes.

"I should of known that Thranduil never sent word to Rohan and Gondor or any other place except Rivendel and Lothlórien." He chuckled once again but that disappeared quickly "Legolas is the only child. His mother died at the hands of Orcs. This was nearly 772 years ago."

Éowyn gasped but said no more.

Aragorn turned his attention back to the injured Prince "Come. Let us save him while we can."

Both ranger and maiden had a long day ahead of them.

They do indeed. Sorry I have been away for the past three days :/ I lost inspiration and ended up deleting what I had previously written and kept some for the parts that I couldn't be bothered to write again. The other parts had more Théoden in and I didn't like it…It was too messy D:

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BrightWatcher; Ahahaha Thanks :') I just love him so much *-* XD Treebeard's a beaut! ;) I would love to have him as a friend :D but then again, I would love to be married to Legolas… I can only dream *-* ;D Awww thank you :3 Hope everything is well with you!

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Faramir! FARAMIR! Where the hell is that ranger?!

Thranduil: What on Arda, Sophie, are you doing in my palace?

Elrond: We are looking for a ranger.

Elladan and Elrohir: He locked Mithrandir in a closet!

Thranduil: :O! Is this true?

Clear as day.

Thranduil: I will help you. Tauriel, help me find a ranger!

Tauriel: Yes, my King.

Hey Tauriel?

Tauriel: Yes?

Did you know you know your name sounds like the shampoo, L'Oreal?

Tauriel: *rolls eyes*

/Thranduil and Tauriel join "Lets hunt a ranger!"\\

Namarië!