I know it's very late.

I've had extreme writers block for this story. But more particularly Getting Out Of Trouble. I am working to update though. So sorry for the wait

He sat on the ground, after the Adans allowed them a few hours to rest. More likely they were tired and needed that time, in the few hours after dawn to regain the strength they had lost during their attack on the orcs and in the forced march afterwards.

Even as he sat down, Laitheryn was aware that he too was exhausted, aware of the heat that was beginning to radiate from his body; enough so that he was uncomfortable and was restless for several minutes. He had shifted several times, and sent an apologetic look as Elladan stirred awake and sent a worried look towards him.

Laitheryn had glanced back, blinking away the blurring colours from his vision as his eyes clouded over once more.

"You are suffering." Elladan whispered, aware that the humans were near enough to hear.

If they realized that he had injuries inflicted by the cruel whips of the young orc that had failed the test that had been set by his elders, and as a result it had lost its life. If the humans realized that he was injured, they may decide that he would not be worth the effort to bring to their outpost. They may leave him, tied and alone in the wilderness, and at the mercy of whatever wild animal, or other beast, that happened upon him.

The nicer option, though not another one of Laitheryns' favourites, was that the humans would kill him and continue on. He could die, and never know his name as he entered the halls. Laitheryn found himself wondering if he would even by accepted by Mandros, as an elf that could claim no family, or his name. And if the Lady of Light was right, then his Adar would soon fade and they would forever be apart.

"Laitheryn?"

"Aye. I feel the after affects of….that incident."

Elladan gazed at him solemnly for a moment before nodding in understanding. "You have a fever. The wounds have become infected. It is too dangerous to allow the humans to see."

"I will be fine. It is merely a slight fever." Laitheryn responded. "Be thankful it is not a toxin however. For those affects would be far worse in this situation."

"…A slight fever." Elladan responded in a flat, disbelieving note. "Your definition of 'slight' is confused."

"An oversight that you and your brother taught me."

The conversation seemed to end there as Laitheryn found himself drifting into a deep sleep, listening to his friends' voice and the whispering winds that swelled over them. To him it felt like he had merely closed his eyes for a moment, before he began drifting in the winds of his memories, suppressed and those he remembered.

His mind first drifted back to Lothlorien to the three golden haired brothers he had left standing on the edges of the golden forest, watching him as he fled from their vision. He could still feel the edges of the grief that echoed from them as he left, with no intention of returning. Lothlorien would not change, even if centuries drifted by before he could return. There would be changes to those that lived under the care of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. Some would leave for the Undying Lands and, hopefully, more elflings would be born.

Even now he was still considered one of the youngest elves on Middle Earth. It seemed as the years passed that the elves, sensing their time was ending in these lands, did not add to the numbers of elves. There were few that Laitheryn could think of that were in his age range; Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Orophin, Rumil and his few friends that he distantly remembered from Greenwood.

Laitheryn felt as if he had blinked and he was back in the village near the river. He could recall standing by the river, following its course with his eyes, trying to see where he could have come from. The river vanished into a forest and he could not discern where it ended, or started.

He had been told by one of the men of the village that the forest was named Greenwood, but it had fallen upon dark times and the elves of that forest had darkened too, and it was not considered wise to wander there as the elves were known to shoot any who they did not know.

Envoys had been made to that forest, from other towns close to this one, yet they were all turned away at the borders by the never ending patrols.

Laitheryn recalled how he always wished to join up with one of those envoys, just to have a chance to get close to one of his kin, yet he was not old enough at that point to even have a chance at going.

The old lady that he had met first had came to his side and had led him away from the swelling sides of the pale water and back to her house, warning him to stay away from the deep waters. It was many years before he learned, completely how to swim.

It had taken him many years before he was willing to brave swimming with the other youths of the village, as whenever he entered the stream and the water brushed his face, he could recall a feeling of panicked fear, yet could not explain that emotion, only that he had fled the waters several times before he forced himself into the waters and submerged himself completely. It had been several generations into his stay in the village.

Laitheryn knew that the village had changed from that childish vision he was recalling, it had changed a lot during his stay there, growing from a small collection of houses to a town at the end of his stay. Even now he knew in his mind that his memory of the place he had been raised would have changed further, if it had not been destroyed by the fires of the enemy that had been creeping closer and closer to the free races of Arda.

He knew it was an after affect of the fever he was suffering from, but it felt as if he was being rocked by the breezes around him and Laitheryn found himself drifting back. He allowed his gaze to glaze over as he continued to be soothed by the disconcerting calming feeling occurring around him.

His mind now supplied a new image, of standing in a deep forest, watching the sun flicker through the dark foliage which sent a whispering tapestry onto the ground below. A whisper occurred above him and he recalled catching the ball that emerged from the tree above him before running with it, laughing as he was chased.

He could recall the feeling of melting into the camouflage of the trees, jumping from the ground and nimbly running up the tree trunk to his left. Laitheryn could not recall how he had actually landed in the branches, other than he had somehow found his way up the tree, gripping onto whatever hand holds he could find.

Laitheryn remembered as he than jumped from tree to tree, easily navigating the channels of the forest foliage as easily as he had with the golden trees, confident with the direction he was heading. He could recall fleeing, laughing as he was chased by his friends, who were seeking the ball he was holding, heading towards some sort of mark where a point would be scored.

There had been two teams, five members per team. He had been the point taker, the only one that could score in the goal. It was the task of the other members of his team to protect him from discovery by the other team, not that he had been helping matters very much, by laughing and giggling as he had been chased. He smiled at the excitement of the child he had been.

The last thing he had recalled before Laitheryn had drifted off to sleep was that he had been caught by a member of the opposing team, as his Ada's strong arms circled him he had thrown the ball to one of his team mates, trying desperately to head off the 'attack' but being to late. He recalled his Ada's groan as the ball was taken and it quickly disappeared into the forest, in the arms of the elf had caught it.

"I have won, Ada." His voice as a youth drifted to him.

"You did not score a point."

"Aye. But you do not have the ball."

And the elder elf laughed and Laitheryn found himself smiling slightly at the sheer joy of that sound.

He caught another sight of his father in those seconds, as the elder laughed full out at the words Laitheryn had spoken many years ago now. There must be more memories like this one, where only they alone would know what was said. Something, anything he could use to prove to his father that his son had not died as an elfling.

His fathers' eyes, reflecting the colour of the green leaves that hung over thier heads, as the trees' bent closer to the two of them, offering some sort of protection against prying eyes. Laitheryn remembered as his father picked him up and balenced him against his hip, leaning against the tree trunk as they both listened to the voices of nature drifting to them.

Did someone in the Greenwood group of elves have those eyes that Laitheryn remembered so vividly. Something inside of him answered with a resounding yes, that he had met his fathers' gaze at some point during their unplanned travel. Laitheryn's frowned to himself, thinking deeply, and searched for the answer that would not come. And he found himself dozing off once more, under the now cool earth he was lying agianst.

He knew no more, until hours later when he was shook awake by Elladan.

Laitheryn blinked as his mind began to catch up with the hours that had passed. It now appeared to a few hours after the mid point of the day, and the sun was heading to its final location in the sky before he set once more, until a new day. To him it felt as if he had only just closed his eyes, before being forced awake once more.

Elladan quickly helped him to his feet, before the red haired human noticed that he had not arisen as quickly as the other elves that stood around him. Laitheryn reluctantly accepted the help, ignoring the urge to flinch as his injuries seemed to irritate at the motion.

Despite the weather being neutral, it now felt as if the sun were shining down directly on him, draining him of energy in the process. 'It is merely a fever. I must continue! Yet…I feel so exhausted….so drained. I must continue.'

"Strength, mellon nin." Dinenant whispered. "This will end soon."

The words seemed so distant to him, as if they had been spoken from a great distance, and not by one standing just a few feet from him. It seemed as if they took a long time to get to him…as if they had been carried by the winds.

"….Aye." He responded finally.

"Have hope." The quiet leader spoke again.

"I try."

There were no more words spoken by those that Laitheryn stood with, and he was barely aware that the Imladris elves had quickly surrounded him, closing off the humans' vision of the center of the group. They were giving him time to recover whatever strength he could, before they would be forced to move onwards.

Unfortunately the Adans would not be as slow as the Yrch and would soon realize that the elves were protecting a select few at the center of their individual groups. Even though the groups of elves were standing closer than before, there was still some distance between the groups and Laitheryn wondered if anything would close in the distance between the estranged kin.

He would not abandon his friends, no matter what was expected of him. He valued friendship, no matter who it was from, and would not disregard it because it was expected, or it was an uncommon friendship. Whoever he was related too would have to respect that from him, he would not abandon any of his friends.

One friendship that Laitheryn immediately thought of was the one that grew between the ranger he had happened upon and himself, over two hundred years ago now. He found himself wondering what had happened to that human after they had parted ways. For despite his thoughts drifting to that specific human many times over, they had not re met, though Laitheryn always wished him well.

Slowly he started moving once more, concentrating to place one foot in front of another, and not stumble over the hidden obstacles on the ground. Usually he had good balance, and could almost sense something on is path before it became an issue. Yet now his sense was uncertain, as if it was distant, and its warnings sometimes came too late to help and he stumbled.

Laitheryn knew he would have fallen, several times had it not been for his quick balance as well as the hands of his friends that steadied him, before withdrawing before it was noticed by less friendly eyes.

Most of his attention went to simply walking following the feet of the elf just ahead of him, watching to see if he moved subtly to one direction of the other. It was, sometimes, the only warning he had that something was coming up on his path and he had to be wary.

This continued for many hours, as the sun lazily drifted across the sky and soon sat near the horizon, beginning to become a brilliant orange colour as it grew closer and closer to the land. Ahead of him Laitheryn could barely pick out the sickle shape of the moon, just beginning to appear, far away from her lover, but desperate to catch up.

The humans continued onwards, uncaring of the dangers of the increasing night. Laitheryn followed them, finding the cooling air of the setting sun much more comfortable than the heat that had been with him all day. Laitheryn closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing breeze blowing on his uncovered skin.

Feeling a soft hand resting on his left shoulder he reluctantly opened his eyes and forced himself to continue onwards, lest he fall from the center of the group that had surrounded him, and come under the scrutiny of the eyes of their new captors.

Laitheryn lifted his gaze from the feet of the elf ahead of him and sent a tired glance towards Dinenant before he lowered his gaze once more. It seemed the further Laitheryn walked the more hope he could almost feel draining out of him, yet he refused to give up completely. 'Have hope….I will not give up! Not now…'

The sun vanished completely, yet the humans continued. They seemed confident in their surroundings, moving with feet that were sure of the terrain that lay beneath them. Laitheryn wondered how many years they had walked this self same path. He then wondered about those that had found their way into their clutches and had been sold into slavery.

It cooled further and the humans eventually decided between themselves that another rest was called for. Laitheryn almost missed the signal, having been concentrating completely on where he was going. He had to admit it had gotten easier as night fell, as the sun vanished and the amount of heat he had suffered began to diminish. Yet as the night fell he found another problem, it suddenly became harder to see the unseen obstacles as the moon's light was not strong enough to light enough of the ground ahead of him. It was a blessing, yet a curse at the same time; Laitheryn found himself musing.

He was about to step onwards when an arm was rested on his arm and he was gently directed to sit. Laitheryn found himself grateful as he was off his feet and he slowly relaxed. After a moment of gaining his breath he shifted from resting his cheek on his shoulder to the ground. He curled up, becoming less aware of his surroundings as the feeling of helplessness swallowed him up once more. He could almost sense Elladan's concern growing, yet it almost seemed to be too much effort to answer right now. He was so tired.

He found himself blinking in exhaustion and could hear himself answering Elladan's whispered question, but he could not hear what he had stated. Laitheryn drifted away, listening to the soft song that was sung to him by Elladan and Almir, shutting his eyes against the pain that was growing inside of him.

It seemed hours later when he returned to consciousness, at least enough to have sensed the motion and the words occurring near him. At first he was unsure if he had awoken or was listening to a conversation in his past.

"He is getting worse." A voice whispered.

Laitheryn frowned as he listened, even as he lay he could hear the silent rebuke directed to his friend. The voice was calm, yet the accusation could still be heard within.

"You are failing." The same voice returned, without interruption.

"Hush, lest you wake him." Elladan whispered.

'I am awake.' Laitheryn thought.

Yet he knew the voice, and was quickly able to clarify his momentary confusion. It was not a recently recalled memory, but a voice he had heard in his past.

He frowned, trying to bring the name of the calm elf that was speaking quietly to the young elven lord. It was someone he had known as a youth, yet not someone he felt any particular connection too.

Laitheryn noticed that the pitch in the voice had dropped, as if the Greenwood elf had taken the reproach seriously, and did not wish to wake him. It seemed too much effort to speak.

"We are doing the best we can, without being able to see the injury, there is not much I can do to lesson his discomfort."

"Is it serious?"

"Just a fever due to the infection of his wounds, nothing that cannot be treated with common herbs and rest." Elladan reassured. "It will not threaten his life…unless left untreated for many more days."

"How long do you gather that the interception will occur?" Almir asked.

"How did you know of their approach?" The familiar, yet unfamiliar voice asked a faint curious note growing.

"Laitheryn told us. But he has not spoken of it since the Adans' have captured us." Elladan responded.

"Laitheryn? Is that what you call him?"

"By what name would you know him by?" Elladan pressed.

"…………….Be prepared, the riders move into position."

Laitheryn closed his eyes once more, saddened and yet almost content. There was the proof he wished that the Greenwood elves knew him, or thought they knew him. He was almost content that they had not spoken his name, for he still wished to discover it on his own.

He drifted away once more, barely registering that the voices continued, but he did not really hear what was being said, only that it would soon be over. Lest he hoped it would end soon.

Well…another chapter done. I'm not exactly sure how many chapters are left…but there are not many left. Please review and tell me what you think. I will respond to reviews left, thanks for leaving. Next chapters is another fighting one…but the captured elves shall finally be free. YAY! And the end of the story will then be in sight.

Anyways for the next story in this series, I've been seriously thinking about it. I've come up with a method that I might write it in. I was thinking about writing Elladan's point of view from when his patrol was attacked and he and his group captured by Orcs. His story would end when he met up with the Greenwood elves and Laitheryn woke as it would be very difficult to repeat those circumstances without it becoming dull and repetitive.

Elronds' story would then start from him getting the news from the members of the patrol that escaped and until he met up with the freed group.

Thranduils' story would be his entire story…from his envoy being captured to the actual end of Laitheryn's story.

Tell me what you think of that idea.