A/N: I hope you enjoy chapter two... please R&R.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the lord of the rings, or any of its characters.

Last time on The fellowsis...

Evie, Ozera, Elna and Lune arived at the council of Elrond a little late, Evie knocked out Boromir, Ozera stunned the elves, Elna's sex shocked Gimli and Lune already has an admirer. So in short, things are going great for them... Ozera mentions to Elrond that she doesn't think Frodo's prepared for the journey to Mount Doom though, and shocks Aragorn with her comments on Frodo's resistance. When he asks her how she even knows the Hobbit's names, Evie denies her request to tell them, with a gesture lost on Aragorn but not Legolas. What will Legolas think? Who, or what, is Aravir?

Recap on the last sentences of the first chapter...

The bear gave a dull grunt in the background.

Evie's eyes widened and she looked at it.

"It's hungry." Evie whispered.


Chapter two: Aravir

"Aragorn, move away from it slowly, this bear is a nasty piece of work when it wants something to eat. I know, I've been a victim on this fine day."

He slowly moved away from the bear, looking at it over his shoulder. "How do you know that it's hungry?" He asked.

ROAR.

The bear stood on its hind legs and growled at them.

"It's always, always silent... unless it's hungry." Evie took a step forwards.

"Is that not the bear that attacked you this morning?" Legolas asked.

"No. We can't teach them to be tame that quickly... we killed the feral one and ate it. I have meat in my bag though. Neither of you are to attack it unless something bad happens." She replied, moving forward and unfastening the straps on her bag slowly.

The bear looked at her and growled ferociously.

"Whoa... calm down." She said in a soothing voice, grabbing a piece of meat from her bag.

It took a step towards her and she threw it at it.

The bear growled and took the meat. "Good angry bear." She said, getting closer.

"What are you doing?!" Aragorn hissed.

"I can't just leave him on the beast's back, can I?" She hissed back, getting so close she could reach out and touch it.

The bear growled but did no more.

She pulled another chunk of meat out and tossed it to the bear, who greedily started munching on it.

She took another giant step and slowly pulled the knot undone.

The bear reared up and howled angrily.

Evie grabbed Boromir as he fell from the bear's back and the bear turned to face her, she lay Boromir on the ground and twisted around, just in time to receive a hard hit to the side.

She coughed a bit and was sent to the side, banging into the wall and crumpling on the ground.

Legolas fired at it and the arrow stuck in its side. The bear howled in pain and turned to charge at him, the killing intent clear in its void-like eyes.

Legolas had an arrow in his bow seconds, but there was apparently no need.

With a harsh cry, it fell on its great side, apparently dead.

A strange arrow was deeply embedded in its right eye. The arrow was very much like that of a hunter of Murkwood, save for the feathers, dark crimson and green as opposed to the green and yellow.

"Aravir!" Evie exclaimed, a huge smile covering her face.

An elf came in, a bow in hand. He put one hand on his hip and gave Evie a dwindling glare. "No more pets." He growled in Sindarin.

He was a giant even for an elf at 6'6", his frame lean but muscular. His long black hair was braided like a warrior, and he wore on his top half tight chain link armour, it stopped at the bottom of his ribcage though, showing off his ivory skin and abdominals beautifully. He wore dark brown trousers that clung to his skin. At his hip was a scabbard and in his hand was a fine bow, on his back a quiver filled with arrows. The arrows were all decorated with the crimson and green feathers.

Evie shakily stood and hobbled over to him with aid from Aragorn. "You're late." She accused, raising an eyebrow at him.

"And the sky is blue." He replied, giving her a smile.

She flung her arms around him and tackled him to the floor. She laughed like a child when he started tickling her and he too laughed a little.

Aragorn and Legolas exchanged a surprised glance, and Legolas noted slight disappointment in his friend's eyes.

"Please stop, Aravir!" Evie shouted, laughing and pushing his hands away. He chuckled and offered a hand to help her up, which she accepted.

She looked at Legolas and Aragorn and waved her hand at the elf. "This is my brother, Aravir Daze. Aravir, these two are Aragorn, son of Arathorn and Taren Legolas." (Taren: Prince)

Aravir smiled, showing off large canines. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. Ignore Evie, we are not siblings, merely very old friends."

She held up a finger. "Ah, but we are as close as brother and sister." She said in a wise voice, smiling at him fondly.

He laughed deeply. "That is true." He agreed, nodding his head.

Evie turned to Lord Elrond, who was staring at Aravir in open shock. "A-aravir?!" He asked, his surprise evident as he swallowed to get rid of the lump in his throat.

Aravir's eyes widened and he turned his head to Elrond. "Elrond?!"

Evie looked at Aragorn and Legolas meaningfully. "We should be going now, right Legolas, Aragorn?" She prompted.

They both looked at her in confusion but Aragorn turned to Elrond and bowed. "She is right, we must prepare for the journey ahead." Aragorn said, following Evie and throwing one last glance at the Aravir, whose eyes were filled with tears, of joy or sorrow he could not know.

Legolas followed shortly after, still looking a little confused.

Evie tugged at both their arms and they hesitantly followed her.

She dragged them to a nearby rooftop and sat down on the edge, a wide smile on her lips. "You two are going to see something that you never thought you would. If you recount this incident to anyone other than each other, you will meet your demise." She said, excitement in her voice.

The two gave each other yet another glance, curiosity chewing away at them both.

Aragorn broke first, sitting next to Evie, followed by an always hesitant Legolas.

The two elves were in plain sight here, frozen in the places that they had been in when the three had left. "Can you both see?" Evie asked, impatient excitement threatening to take over.

They both looked at her and nodded.

"Then watch!" She exclaimed, clasping her hands together and grinning like a Cheshire cat. "It has been too many years since these two met. They met as mere elflings, and became very close, but Aravir has been at war for a very long time, he returned to this land when I was born, he's been wandering around ever since, killing off as many as he can. He refused to return to Rivendell with me. He can't avoid what he isn't expecting though." She said evilly.

Aragorn raised an eyebrow at this. "You deceived him?" He asked.

"Aye, for it has been too long since the two... encountered each other." She said, a huge grin coming on to her face at the pause.

They all watched the unfolding scene with curious (or devious) eyes.

Aravir had moved to the elf lord's side and was staring at him in disbelief.

He spoke but the two humans did not know what he was saying, only Legolas could understand their quivering lips.

"Elrond, is that... you?" Legolas quoted, seeing the humans' frustration.

Elrond spoke again.

"Aravir... you have not aged a day."

Aravir gave a grin that even the two humans could see.

"Need I remind you that I am an elf, El?" Legolas again quoted.

There was silence for a long time, and slowly the shock on their faces went away and was replaced by joy. The elf lord threw his arms around the hunter elf, who gladly returned the embrace.

Aragorn and Legolas reared back. That was not the elf lord's normal behaviour.

Evie chuckled quietly, sat perfectly still. A smirk came on her face. "I knew it." She said, happiness filling her voice. "My little Aravir, in love." She cooed.

Aragorn looked shocked, where Legolas looked understanding. "What? How can you say something so lightly? And how can you tell?"

She smiled at him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I have had an inkling for a very long time, but that just confirms it. Aravir never hugs people, I'm an exception, of course." She said simply, shrugging at him.

Aragorn's brow furrowed and he looked to Legolas. "What does she mean, mellon?" (mellon: friend)

"Aragorn, Lord Elrond too keeps a distance between himself and everyone, save for his daughter and Gandalf, who he has known for many a year. With Gandalf though, his closeness is hesitant. That man has gotten rid of that hesitance like only his daughter can. Since he is not a family member, and it is safe to assume that they are as close as he and Arwen, or closer... it is also safe to assume that he cares for him like a lover." Legolas explained, watching the unfolding scene intently.

Aragorn's eyes widened. "Lord Elrond is in love with him?"

Evie flicked him on the forehead. "Wake up brain, Aravir is super hot and super kind. It's also pretty obvious that he is gay... I mean, his clothing is an indication if nothing else. Elrond... well, let us face the fact that the man is too straight to be straight."

Aragorn frowned at her and she turned back to the unfolding scene with curious eyes.

"I missed you, Aravir, mellonin." (mellonin: my friend) Legolas said.

Aravir put a hand on his face and the scene seemed to alter slightly.

"I missed you too, El." Legolas quoted, his voice soft with emotion.

The three gawked at the two as Aravir slowly leant in, pressing his lips to Elrond's.

Evie's jaw dropped. "He's kissing Elrond!" She eventually said.

The other two nodded mutely as the kiss deepened, Aravir's hand moving from Elrond's hip to his face, were it gently tucked a strand of hair behind a pointed ear.

They broke apart for a moment.

"Melethnin." Legolas said, quoting the two again.

"Who said that?!" Evie demanded, the joy seeping into her voice.

Legolas shook his head slightly. "They both did."

Evie squealed and clapped her hands. "I knew that this would work out! My Aravir! In love with Elrond!" She squealed again.

The happiness died slightly in her eyes. "Oh... Aravir won't be coming with us anymore." She said, sadness in her voice.

Aragorn hesitantly put his hand on her shoulder and rubbed the spot comfortingly. She looked at him for a moment, then circled her arms around him.

Aragorn was shocked by the embrace. He was frozen for a moment before he returned the gesture.

Legolas had mysteriously disappeared, Aragorn noticed idly.

A warm feeling settled in his heart and he decided that he liked the feeling of having his arms around her.

"I'm sorry, Aragorn." She said quickly, dropping her arms when she realised her own foolishness.

He smiled at her. "I don't mind in the slightest." He said gently.

Her eyes seemed to dance with tears for a moment but she looked away when she heard something.

She frowned, her face set with grim determination and turned her face back to Aragorn. "I must leave, Elessar. Be safe." She said simply, picking up her walking stick and righting herself, jumping off the rooftop as if she were an elf.

Aragorn looked over in fear that she had injured herself with the dangerous trick.

He was amazed to see her put the walking stick in the ground beneath her and flip over it, pulling it out of the ground again in the process.

She ran at full pelt towards the gates of Rivendell, her speedy legs moving without restraint. He realised that she was not crippled at all and that she wasn't using the walking stick as support, perhaps it was a concealed sword. He thought. She was carefully holding it against her side in an attempt not to let it drag along the ground.

Elsewhere in Rivendell...

Prince Legolas silently got up when Evie threw her arms around Aragorn. Escaping with a smile, glad that his friend had met someone again. When Arwen had lost interest in Aragorn, just as Legolas had warned him she would, he was heartbroken. He needed a woman to help him fix that, and Evie, as reckless as she seemed, also seemed a lot like Aragorn.

A woman...

Ozera was sticking to his head like glue, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something very... peculiar about her. At the meeting, she was very cold with the Elves, and though she had a singer's voice, she had sounded like a cruel dictator.

She was shy though, he could tell by the awkward looks she had thrown them when they regarded her with curiosity, as if to say: Please don't stare at me.

She obviously hadn't had much practise with the common tongue, for her language when she joined the fellowship had made it sound like she was pronouncing the words with difficulty. Legolas couldn't help but wonder how she hadn't learnt the common tongue properly... everyone spoke it these days...

And then there was the matter of Evie Daze, her friend. He couldn't understand the way the relationship worked, or who was actually in charge of the group of four. Ozera had been very firm, and had a stern, leader's face. She put Boromir in his place by pushing him into his chair, as if she were in charge, but Evie had seemed to dominate her up until the hushed conversation about Boromir's wounds.

A conversation that puzzled him.

What did Ozera mean when she said that she had to have more resistance by now? And Evie's reply; I do... it smells though?

Then there was Evie's shock when Ozera spoke to Lord Elrond. Was Ozera really that shy...? And then a spark of understanding had lit in her eyes when she heard what Ozera was going to speak of. Almost as if she had known...

There was one more question in his mind, one that he felt an overpowering need to know.

Who were they...?