Alrighty, here's the next chapter, for all of you who were mad at me for leaving a cliff hanger. *Viewers grumble at the reminder.

Disclaimer: I do not own any LOTR characters *sigh*, but that doesn't stop me from writing about them! :)

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Aragorn looked down at the limp form that had just fallen into his arms. He was shocked at how bad Legolas's condition was. To actually fall, unconscious, into the ranger's arms was a bit shocking, and definitely something that hadn't happened very often. But, he wasn't in the least bit surprised that Legolas had hid his pain for this long. In fact, he was a little impressed by the Elf's endurance, but Aragorn stood stock still, before finally lowering his companion down to the dry ground.

No one in the Fellowship had noticed the Elf's condition, all still too upset to do anything about the situation. They all sat around, crying together, trying to get over the fall of Gandalf in Moria. Aragorn was upset, too, but right now, his friend needed him more than his thoughts and guilt.

First, he tried to find the source of the silvery blood pooling underneath the Elf, searching for some mark or gash. He finally found the bloody wound, right above Legolas's midsection, near his stomach. Aragorn sighed, tearing off a piece of his own cloak, and holding it to the nasty gash. Boromir heard his sigh, and glanced over, thinking that Aragorn was getting ready to tell him that they needed to move on. He was greatly shocked, though, to see Legolas sprawled out on the ground, obviously unconscious, and Aragorn trying to stop the bleeding that was coming from a horrible wound.

Boromir ran over to Aragorn immediately, looking from the Elf to the ranger, who didn't even seem to notice the man of Gondor standing beside him, so deep were his consenstrations and administrations that he didn't take the time to be alert. All he could think about was how they needed to get to Lothlorien, and fast. Legolas's wound must've become infected at some point, probably because the Orcs never bothered to clean their swords, and was now turning an angry red that Aragorn was sure was painful.

Finally, the rest of the Fellowship noticed their other problem, and all stared at the Elf, ranger, and Gondorian, all wondering what was wrong. Finally, Sam got up and came over. "Strider, is Mr. Legolas alright?" Aragorn finally looked up, and noticed Boromir and the tiny Hobbit standing next to him, and he reluctantly nodded. "He should be fine, but we should leave soon, so we can get to Lothlorien, where he'd be better off." Sam nodded, and went to tell the other Hobbits and Gimli.

Soon, everyone was ready to leave. Boromir offered to carry Legolas, but Aragorn refused. He had somewhat lied to the Fellowship when he said that Legolas would be fine. Really, inside, his mind was screaming at him to do something fast, or Legolas might not have a chance, and he wanted to be the one to be able to make sure his friend was all right should he awaken from unconsciousness.

They continued on, all running, for fear of Orcs and for Legolas. They finally reached the Golden Wood, all looking around nervously, as if thinking that warrior Elves would pop out of the bushed at any moment. Which, they did, to the fright of Gimli. They were surrounded by the Lorien Elves sooner than anyone could blink. The first Elf to speak up had golden hair, and an intense stare. The Fellowship who didn't know who he was, which was everyone except for Aragorn, all thought that he was not somebody to look down upon. "The Dwarf breathes so loud, we could have shot him in the dark," said he, and Aragorn suddenly became uncertain as to whether this would go as he had been wishing.

"Haldir of Lorien, it is an honor to see you again," Aragorn finally breathed, and Haldir looked to Aragorn, as if just noticing him among the strange people standing before him. Then, he noticed someone else, not standing, but lying in the ranger's arms, and his eyes went wide with concern, but he still didn't diminish his warrior stance. Instead, he stared at the still form of his friend, Legolas of Mirkwood, and finally managed to clench his gaze away from the other Elf to the only Hobbit there with dark hair. He felt a power more than he had ever felt before coming from the strange being, and he felt a shadow settle over his mind. He stared the Hobbit in the eyes.

"You bring great evil here. Come, we will give you shelter and food, and aid for the...wounded."

At this last part, he looked to Legolas again, and then locked eyes with Aragorn, who briefly nodded his consent, happy to finally get help for his companion and friend. He knew that Haldir was great friends with Legolas, and that one look at the form he held in his arms would change the golden warrior's mind greatly. So, with that, they headed into Lothlorien, all quite exhausted and in need of rest. But what no one noticed was thin red drops falling from the blonde haired archer being held in Aragorn's arms, or how his breathing was hitching slightly.

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Wood Elf luver: Before you kill me, let me say, I would never kill Legolas. Well, never say never actually, but you need Legolas in a story, and this one especially. So...I could change my mind, but I don't think he'll die. Just be extremely hurt. And to all of you Legolas angst luvers out there, this is the story for you. Hehe, but my imagination might drift off again...who knows. TTYL! :)