Authors Note: Especially for my Guest reviewer because you asked so nicely and I already had this written and waiting to post. I haven't started writing the next chapter tho...but there are some answers in this one so hopefully the wait wont be too bad!

Legolas

I am numb. My mind floats upon a sea of pain, so much pain I no longer feel it. I feel nothing.

I sit in Elrohir's room at Elrohir's side and I watch him. I watch the rise and fall of his chest that tells me he is still here. They are shallow flutters of breaths barely enough to keep him alive.

I know they do not expect him to live. I saw the wound in his side, I am not a healer but I have seen many injuries. I know a fatal one when I see it. I knew it before I even reached his side.

I do not know how long I have been here. Sitting, watching, waiting, trying not to imagine what life will be like when he leaves me. I do not think I can survive it.

I feel rather than see Aragorn sit down beside me.

"Go and rest Legolas. I will call you if there is any change." This is not the first time he has tried to get me to leave, it will not work.

"No."

"You are exhausted. You do him no good in this state."

"No."

Why can he not understand this? I will not leave. I will not miss a single moment that is left to me with Elrohir. I know they are disappearing all to rapidly.

"He would not want this." He places his hand, warm and firm on mine.

"No." I whisper it. I do not look at him, I cannot bear to see the pain in his eyes. I keep my eyes upon Elrohir, upon his chest as it moves, up, down, up ,down. After every breath I wait and hope there is another. I can still feel his fea, his essense. He is still here with me, faint as it is.

Aragorn reaches out, he grasps my face in his hands and turns it towards him, forcing my vision away from Elrohir, towards him.

"Look at me!"

But I squirm away from his grip and turn my eyes back to Elrohir. I cannot take them from him for even a second. Why does he not realise this, for it will be a second of him that would be lost to me forever and there are so few left.

"Legolas!" His voice is firm now, bordering on angry and he twists me round to face him again. I would fight it, I am usually far stronger than him but not at the moment. My strength has all vanished. He is right, I am exhausted. I am at the end of my endurance.

"You will leave now. You will go and rest. I command it!"

"You do not command me." It is the first sentance I have uttered in hours and my voice is hoarse and rough.

"This does none of us any good you being here, wearing yourself down."

"It does me good." I turn away from him again, turn my eyes resolutely towards my fading love,

He sighs then and gives up, standing to walk to the other side of the room and as my eyes roam over Elrohir, checking to see I have not missed anything in the brief time they were off him my mind accosts me with visions of him with the girl. The girl who has stolen him from me. It doesnt matter any more. I am here and she is not and he will leave us both in any case. But I regret the last words he heard from me were words of hate, telling him I did not want him for I do want him, more than he will ever know.

I hear behind me murmurs of conversation, Elladan has arrived to relieve Aragorn so he can rest. I feel his fea too. It is red hot and burning. Burning with anger towards me. He would hurt me if he could I think. He hates me. I do not blame him.

"Try to get him to rest." Aragorn says and Elladan answers with a grunt. He does not care if I rest or if I keel over from exhaustion.

I can feel the sea, my sea. It flows out from Elladan towards me, begging, begging me to reclaim it and I yearn for it desperately. I need it. Without it I am not whole. I realise that now. When he took it he left a torn and ragged hole in my fea and I am bleeding out from that. Slowly, slowly, pieces of Legolas are disappearing in to dust. So much has gone I think I am no longer myself any more. I need to seal the hole with the sea. I need myself back.

Aragorn was right when he said we were fools playing with a danger we did not understand. The sea is me. Without it I cannot exist. I do not know how I know this but I do. No wonder I feel I am going mad. Elladan has taken my soul.

His eyes burn into my back searing me with a hatred that would extinguish me if it could. Eventually he speaks.

"Why are you even here?" His voice is like ice upon what is left of my soul. I wonder if the part of me he carries does him as much damage as the lack of it causes me? I do not think steady, calm, Elladan was ever meant to be a wood elf.

I do not answer him. What is there to say? I would struggle to find the words anyway in the chaos of my mind. None of my thoughts make sense.

"Answer me!" He grabs at my shoulder and spins me round. If I was more myself the rage on his face would frighten me. As it is I barely comprehend it. I stare at him silently, struggling to force my thoughts into some sort of order so I can reply.

"I wish you had never met him." he hisses, the words dripping with venom. "What good have you bought him? All you have ever done is hurt him. You disgust me." He pushes me angrily against the bed. It hurts, but not as much as his words. He is right. What have I ever done for Elrohir except cause him pain? No wonder he left me for the girl.

"This is all your fault." Elladan pours his rage upon me when I do not answer him.

"He will die and it is all your fault. Why dont you leave him alone. Even now you will not. Just leave him alone!"

I blink slowly at him, my breath coming in gasps for he has hurt me when he tossed me aside. My side burns where it hit the bed.

He pulls me to my feet then, grabs me by my collar and lifts me almost off the ground. I cannot escape him. He is stronger at the best of times and especially now when he is enraged and I am weak. I feel my sea within him, surging towards me, reaching for me. He is drowning in it but he will not let me grasp it as I so desperately wish to.

"Go away!" He screams it in my face. "Go away and stay away. He does not want you. Can you not understand. He. Does. Not. Want. You." He spells it out slowly for me before he tosses me across the room.

I lie where I fall, stunned and broken, tears overflow and spill down my cheeks but I barely notice. He kicks me then, a sharp kick to my ribs that causes me to gasp out loud.

"Get up! Get up and be gone. You are not welcome here. You have destroyed us! You do not love him...not as I do. How can you love him and always hurt him so?"

I know at the back of my mind that Elladan is grieving what is a terrible, terrible loss. I know the sea twists his mind turning it against me. I know he bears a burden he should never have had to. That it turns him slowly mad just as it does me. But there is truth in his words also. What good have I ever bought Elrohir. If I love him I should leave him alone and let him be free for I am poison to him.

I pull myself to my feet slowly for he has injured me. I do not care that he sees that and he does not care that he has done it.

"Go away Legolas." He says, "Just go away."

And I do. I take one last look at Elrohir, one last glance at the one I love with all my heart. I wish I could touch him just one more time but Elladan will not allow it. I reach out to his fea, and envelop it in mine.

"I love you." I tell him silently as I try to imprint the feeling of him on my mind.

Then I turn and leave, I go silently, limping down the hall, ignoring the curious stares of those who pass me. Only when I am in my room do I break. Then I collapse against the wall, then my heartbreak overcomes me and I weep.

I feel as if I will never stop. There is an ocean of grief within me and it breaks through my walls and consumes me in the dark.

I dont know how long I am there, alone. My side aches but not as badly as my heart and I cry until I think there are no tears left yet still they come.

Eventually the door opens and someone enters. Has it been a night that I have been here? Longer than that? I do not look up. They cannot help me.

"Oh Child," he kneels beside me, it is Glorfindel come to save me. Glorfindel at his most soft and gentle and he cradles me in his arms while the tears still flow.

"Legolas," he says softly, "I have come to find you. Elrohir is awake and asking for you. Tell me you have not been like this all this time. What was Estel thinking sending you here alone?"

He must be lying for Elrohir is not going to wake, never again. Perhaps he does it to stop the weeping. He sits me up straighter and lifts my head so I can see him. It pulls on my side and it hurts, how it hurts so I cannot help but hiss in pain.

"What is it?" he asks in alarm, there is no hiding anything from Glorfindel. I try to answer him but the words swirl away from me as I reach for them. He does not wait for me to reply anyway. His hands gently and expertly lifting my tunic to see what lies beneath. He frowns when he sees it.

"What is this?" He places a hand softly over my ribs and I let out a groan, it aches so.

"How did this happen Legolas?" He tilts my head towards him, and looks into my eyes. His face is serious and full of concern.

"Tell me, Legolas. Tell me what has happened."

"Elladan..." It is the only word I can grasp on to. I want to tell him Elladan is right, that I have hurt Elrohir so badly. That I understand his anger, that the sea is crushing him until there is hardly any Elladan left. But it is too much to say and I cannot do it, I can only say his name.

"Elladan did this?" He whispers it in horror. "I cannot believe it," It is a gasp of denial.

"Elladan," I sigh, it seems to be the only thing I am capable of saying now.

He pauses then, his face a picture of misery. I have made him unhappy too. Pethaps it is just me? Perhaps I am fated to bring unhappiness to everyone I know and love. I watch as he shakes his head silently then he looks at me and smiles, a small smile and I think it is just pretence.

"Come on child, there is someone who is waiting to see you. We will get Aragorn to look at this and patch you up."

He hauls me slowly to my feet and I sway, I do not think they will hold me up but he sees it and he catches me. He walks me slowly down the corridor, talking to me as we go, softly as if I am a child but it is strangly comforting through the haze of numbness that surrounds me. I am not sure where we go, nor how long it takes us to get there.

I wish I could stay here forever, with Glorfindel.

I do not wish to face what the future holds for me. It looms up bleak and unforgiving.

I can see no way ahead for me now.