A/N Be warned this chapter gets a little saucy

I didn't hear what he said next, I ran on auto pilot. I ran to Verya, who was still outside the storeroom and hopped on his back and urged him to a gallop out of the city.

"Well get a search party out in the morning stop! You'll get yourself killed you can be no help to him if you're dead."

He called after me but I didn't care or pay attention, wrapping his cloak around me. I urged the horse on faster, Verya had trouble keeping pace in the thick snow. I rode him tirelessly losing all sense of time. It was pitch black; I don't know how many days had past I was almost to Fangorn. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, I only stopped to rest Verya. There was a gruesome scene in front of us. A small grove of trees on the plains of Rohan was surrounded by bloodied frozen wargs, the snow around their body a soft pink. There were at least 20, once we got closer I noticed they were all shot by arrows, some of the bodies were more mangled than others as if after they had fallen another had thought of them as lunch. I slowed Verya's pace as we walked through the small grove. A soft dripping could be heard. I gasped seeing a large red pool atop the snow at the base of a tree; I looked up trying to find the source and froze. There he was.

He sat on a large branch propped against the trunk; his eyes were half lidded, his skin a ghostly pale and deep red blood trailed down his arm that hung at his side limply.

I climbed up the tree, feeling him, frantically touching all over his body. His breath was labored, but he was alive. "What do I do what do I do?" I said panicking. I'm not a healer. I only know the basics. I grabbed his body, lifting him, carefully climbing down the tree. I lost my footing and fell on my back with Legolas on top of me. I held my breath frozen still until I could hear him wheezing again. I thought I killed him. I rolled him over off of me so I could look at his wounds. His shoulder was dislocated and was mangled and bleeding, his side also was bleeding. I looked at his face, his half lidded eyes didn't seem aware of my existence. I cut away his tunic with my sword so I could see his wound. It was large and oozing, I called Verya and took out everything in my pack to use. Tying and wrapping his wound with my peasant dresses and tunics. He wheezed in pain but didn't fight it; I threw him over Verya back using all my strength. He hung uncomfortably, his stomach on the saddle and his hands and legs hanging over the sides. I sighed knowing I couldn't waste time to try to make him more comfortable and climbed on after him riding with urgency to Fangorn. When we made it to the forest I didn't stop, I led Verya on until we made it to the Wellinghall. The forest was much warmer, there was no snow on the forest floor and the wind seemed to get lost in the living walls. I slid off his back, landing hard and grabbed Legolas by the arms pulling him forward off of Verya, his breath was no longer wheezing and was shallow almost none existent.

"Verity! I Have heard-"Treebeard walked in as I was grabbing a stone bowl to dip in the water, I ignored him running to Legolas propping him up and forcing the Ent draught down his throat. He coughed and choked, but I continued pouring. It got all over his face and soaked into his hair as he coughed it up. His half lidded eyes staring into nothingness. I dropped his body back down, his head thudding on the soft soil. I ran back to the water filling the bowl again, doing this several times. His bleeding had stopped but his breath was still shallow. And his face and chest was soaked in Ent draught. Treebeard stood quietly in the entrance watching me. "He needs miruvórë" he finally spoke. I turned to him finally acknowledging him. "That's made by the elves I can't get that the Ent draught will have to work" I said covering Legolas with Aragorn's cloak "No Lady Verity, The elves make miruvor, miruvórë is the nectar of the Valar made from Yavanna's flowers, it is stronger and more profound than miruvor." I nodded finally understanding. I didn't know what flowers to urge; normally when I used my power I focused on a feeling or pictured the flower I wanted. I focused on healing, on anything that would heal him. After a few minutes golden glowing lotus like flowers emerged from the soil I picked them and unwrapped Legolas's wounds, and dressed them in the glowing blooms instead. Piling up the bloodied tunics and dresses that wrapped his wound in a heap next to him. He looked heavenly as if he were in a glowing shirt; I covered his body back up with the cloak and sat down putting his head in my lap. I sobbed clutching his wet hair in my hands. Time passed on slowly, The sunlight began to show through the tree canopy, my legs were numb under his head but I didn't dare move, his breath was heavier but still so faint and barely there. The flowers had started to ooze a thick type of sap the resembled honey. Making his upper body encased in stickiness.

It was evening when I finally felt safe to move out of that position, my stomach cramped with need to use the bathroom. I ignored it filling the stone bowl up again with Ent draught and bringing it to Legolas lips who now took some small sips in between his coughing and choking. His eyes were now completely open glazed over. It was unnerving, but I knew he was asleep and healing from his breaths he took.

The next day he finally spoke, I was sponging off his upper body; the thick honey like substance had soaked into his skin leaving the dried flowers stuck to his skin like a crust. His wounds had scabbed over well on his one arm. His arm was still dislocated; I didn't want to pop it back into place until he was awake to, hoping desperately he would wake soon. I traced my finger along the lines and divots in his chest and stomach separating the muscles. Even covered in this muck he was still so handsome. His wound on his side wasn't quiet scabbed, but looked much better than it did before. It would definitely leave a scar. I finished cleaning his body and urged the golden flowers from the ground again, picking them in bundles before walking towards him and kneeling down to dress him in them. I knew they were doing their job and even if it wasn't brewed in a drink like it was intended the nectar in them was giving him strength.

I had covered his midsection and side and was working on his chest when he spoke. "Now I am Cín lóth " [your flower]

I looked at him, seeing him smiling weakly, and dropped my bundled on his chest losing all my composure. "Legolas you almost died." I whispered my voice cracking.

I picked the bundle back up and dressing him meticulously. I needed to hold my resolve; I needed to get him better before I broke down. I stood up getting the stone bowl and walking back to the stream filling it with the Ent draught and carried it over to Legolas who was trying to sit up. The flowers fluttered down to the ground exposing his bare chest his left arm trembled supporting his weight as his right arm hung limply dislocated. I stormed to him angrily and shoved him down forcefully, "BE STILL!" I screamed at him. I wasn't angry with him. I was angry he was hurt, I was angry at myself he thought I wouldn't chose him and came after me. I was angry I didn't tell him of my decision in the first place. He looked at me in shock and confusion; I held his head up bringing the bowl to his lips until he had drank it all. He didn't cough or choke this time, and stared at me with sad confused eyes. I sighed in frustration, picking up the flowers that had fallen to the ground and placing them back on his chest and arms where they had fallen, glaring at him. I wasn't mad at him, I was mad at myself. He didn't speak the rest of the day; I held his head in my lap and only cried when I thought he was asleep. I had fallen asleep crying softly, completely exhausted; I had spent five days without sleep. When I woke up he was stirring, trying to get up and not wake me. I sleepily pressed him down with my arm, my hand sticking to his chest from the goopy nectar that seeped out of the flowers. I yawned loudly, looking down at him. His skin glowed softly, making me smile. He no longer looked like death. I stood up walking to the stream filling up the bowl with draught to bring back to him.

My leggings hung loosely below my hips, I had not eaten or cared for myself in a week. I hurriedly brought the draught to his lips, he drank it silently. And I took my spot where I had been sitting with his head in my lap and quickly fell asleep again without trying or even realizing it. The next time I woke he was standing over me wearing Aragorn's cloak, his chest was still bare but he had cleaned off the nectar from the flowers. I couldn't see the wounds from where the cloak laid just his bare open chest and ab muscles. I stood up stumbling "you shouldn't be standing!" I said with all the force I could muster and walked to the stream to fill the bowl again. He stopped me mid step grabbing my arm. "My injuries have healed enough, you have neglected yourself in your care for me lóth nin you must eat. You are wasting away. "He said turning me to face him. I stared at him, reaching to feel under the cloak not believing him. He held my gaze as I felt up his arm and side with my small hands. He was right, his arm he had popped back into place and now was superficial, the wound on his side was still substantial but had finally scabbed over. I frowned feeling the wound, it felt painful, how was he able to stand and chastise me with a gaping hole in his side?! I shook my head at him shaking off his grip and stumbling towards the stream. Filling the bowl up with the chilly liquid and turning.

The bowl thumped to the ground out of my hands splashing water over my leggings and feet. I gaped at Legolas, who had slapped it out of my hand. I bent down to pick it up but he pressed his hand into my chest stopping me. "I will drink no more until you eat." He said with authority. I nodded stumbling to the makeshift cupboard I had and pulling out a jar of dried fruit and stuck the tiniest raisin in my mouth then set it back on the shelf walking over to the bowl on the ground picking it back up and filled it with water. I walked to Legolas who held a steely gaze on me. I tried to bring it to his lips but he shoved me aside. "Eat." He said I glared at him, as the water sloshed over the side of the bowl being shoved.

I huffed in annoyance but obeyed. Sitting down and eating dried fruit, until my stomach hurt.

"What happened out there Legolas?" I asked him rubbing my aching stomach.

He frowned watching me. "The snow was coming down so heavy and thick, we were surrounded, they took down Arod. I was able to climb the tree, and pick them off with my arrows but I didn't have the strength to climb down. " I gulped as he continued "the pack was one of the largest I've seen, they've gotten bigger in the last years with less and less orc activity. The wargs have formed their own packs to survive. I rode Arod hard trying to reach Fangorn with them on my tail I knew if I made it to the forest we would be safe."

"I'm so sorry Legolas." I said quietly. He loved Arod; the horse had been with him since before we had met for the first time in Fangorn.

He sat down beside me his face grimacing at the pain it caused his side. I punched him softly in the chest. "WHY DID YOU COME AFTER ME?!" I screamed hot tears streaming down my cheeks. "WHY DIDN'T YOU STAY HOME?!" I punched him again. His eyes were wide. He was completely still as I pounded his chest. I sobbed holding my hand on his bare chest that glimpsed through the cloak opening. He grabbed my wrist with his hand. "You are my home." He said after holding my wrist, my palm was resting against his heart feeling his gentle pulse.

I tried to push him away but he held me there gently by the wrist. Using his other arm to snake around my waist and pull me on top of him. I sat on his lap sobbing into his chest as he stroked my hair; my hand never left its spot on his heart, even after his hand moved to my hair. I left it there needing the reassurance he was still alive, still here with me, still breathing. He hummed into my ear, as I calmed down.

I pulled away from him slightly, but he held me there, one hand on my head the other on my waist. The position felt so intimate, as I snuggled into his bare chest the cloak hiding my blush. I pushed him away again standing up shakily. "Since you're well enough, I will travel to Edoras, and get you some clothing" I said blushing looking at the ground so I didn't stare at his chest when I said it. "And I will get some food and supplies for travel back to Minas Tirith." I said whistling for Verya. "I will not be traveling back to Minas Tirith meleth nin "[my beloved] he said still sitting on the ground.

"So you wish to reside in Fangorn alone?" I asked raising a brow at him. "Legolas, I resigned. "

His eyes widened in surprised and flashed so many emotions at once. "I will not allow you to do that. " He said his jaw clenched. I shrugged in reply rolling my eyes climbing atop Verya. "I will return in two days' time."

I journey to and from Edoras was a blur. I didn't even stop to see Éomer or Lothíriel, quickly buying what I needed from the merchants and traveling back.

I rode through the forest hearing the chorus of welcoming whispers. I trotted Verya into the Wellinghall dismounting him, humming softly to myself as I walked. I purchased two more cloaks and a blanket, bedrolls, and several changes of clothes for Legolas, along with food for our journey. I hummed, looking around for him and froze when I saw him. The cloak was thrown against a moss covered stone. He stood several feet in front of me, his upper body bare, his arms were stretched out as he yawned. I stared unable to take my gaze away. His mangled arm and shoulder were just light discolored scars now; his side was a thin dark scab. His abs contracted, and his chest rose and fell with his breathing. I was mesmerized; a heat was growing in my abdomen. I tore my gaze off his chest and met his eyes, he was smirking at me. I blushed being caught. "I uh brought you some clothing "I said shoving my pack into his hands and turning around flustered. He didn't comment on my flusteredness and silently changed.

"I also got you another cloak since, that one is Aragorn's, and I got us food for our travel, the snow isn't so bad out there now, we could probably travel tomorrow if you felt strong enough." I said still with my back turned to him. I gasped as his arms encased my waist and I felt his hot breath on my neck, I tried to turn to face him but was held still by his grip. I felt a heat low in my abdomen, his grip tightened on my waist, and his breath tickled my neck causing me to squirm.

"Lego-"I started to say but froze as he brushed my hair to the side and started gently kissing my neck from behind. My knees felt weak, I squirmed uncontrollably giggling and moaning simultaneously. He turned me around forcefully with his hands on my waist, I looked down blushing. He lifted my chin up with his thumb so I would meet his gaze. His cheeks were also dusted a soft pink, his lips were wet and parted slightly. I bit my lip feeling dizzy at the spell he was putting me under.

"Have you eaten yet?" I whispered to him my lips brushing against his as I spoke. "Yes, we should get some sleep" he said his breath caused me to shiver. He laid down on the cloak gesturing for me to lay beside him, I smiled and grew a fluffy patch of clover for us to lay in, and laid next to him covering our bodies with the blanket I had bought. "I love you Legolas" I said quietly after we had laid there for quite some time. His eyes were a blank stare, I was sure he was sleeping. "I love you and I want to marry you." I said at almost a whisper. I sighed in relief at the feeling of finally getting it off my chest. I rolled over with my back towards him and went to sleep.

The next morning we had argued, delaying our leave for hours. Neither one of us wanting to give in, he finally relented after I proposed a compromise, saying we could return to Fangorn in the summer.

I mounted Verya and he climbed on behind me, not seeming pained like I would have thought but he was healing quickly, I hesitated at first wondering if he would want to lead, seeing as he was quite taller than me and it might be uncomfortable for him sitting behind me, but as soon as the thought crossed my mind he snaked his arms tightly around my waist.

I was glad as we rode he was behind me and couldn't see my blushing face, it felt like the only thing keeping me from flying away was his firm grip on my waist. On our first night we camped, I laid out the bedrolls I had bought in Edoras and got our sleeping arrangements ready while he prepared our meal. He made a small fire and we sat next to each other on the cold ground eating the simple broth laden soup he had prepared, mainly from dried meats and vegetables, it was simple and warm. We ate quietly, content in eachothers presence. I stood up stretching and walked towards the bedroll to lie down, he didn't follow and I gave him a questioning look and patted the roll with my hand.

He gave me a small smile "I will take the first watch."

I stood up grinning. "No you won't." And before he could reply I grew a hedge of thorns around our camp, Verya didn't even flinch so used to my antics. The hedge was high over 11 feet tall and hid us completely from sight.

"I do this sometimes when traveling alone, it comes in handy." He looked at me in amazement, and laid down on the little bedroll and I followed lying beside him. I rolled on my side facing him, suddenly giddy and unable to sleep even though I was exhausted from the weather and full day of riding. Not to mention I had not recovered from practically starving or lack of sleep from last week. I stared at him beaming, my fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket that covered us both. He was flat on his back his arms bent like wings and hands resting under his head like a pillow. "You must rest lóth Nin "he said glancing at me but not turning his head. I couldn't sleep; all I could think about was how he gripped my waist, his chest hard against my back as we rode. His bare chest when I had returned from Edoras, the divots and distinction of muscles, those were easy to see even in the dim light. I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep but my mind would not relent. I sat up, staring at him, my hand reached out on its own accord. Gently stroking his chest under the blanket. My body seemed under a spell, I leaned closer, caressing him wanting to yank his tunic off to feel the bare skin underneath.

I yelped feeling myself fly through the air and on top of him, his hands now rest on my thighs his eyes were dark and heated. My back arched as I pressed my hands into his chest. He gripped my thighs, bucking his hips into me. I bent down brushing his hair out of the way and started kissing his neck; my hips seemed to grind into his on their own accord. "v-verity." He moaned breathlessly, his hips bucking into mine and hands pulling me down into him at the same time. My thin peasant dress was rolled up; I felt a pool of liquid coming from my underwear. I moved up to his ear, trailing my tongue all the way up his neck to his earlobe. I nibbled and sucked, his hips bucked violently and his hands roved as his battle with his self-control was losing. His moans were more frequent and breathy. I smiled, licking the tip of his ear. He took in a sharp breath "Verity please I won't be able to control myself." he begged his hands still pulling my weight down on him. "I wish to be wed Legolas." I whispered into his ear. His body trembled underneath mine, he pushed me off of him quickly I crumpled on my side confused as to what just happened. "Not like this." He said pained. His cheeks were flushed a soft pink and his hair was disheveled from my hands entangling themselves in it. His leggings were tented and wet. Probably from whatever poured out of my underwear. I huffed out a breath yanking the blanket from him rolling on my side and falling into a restless sleep. The next morning I stood there next to Verya not wanting to mount him and feel the heat again as his hands wrapped around my waist. Legolas seemed to understand exactly what I wanted and mounted Verya without comment though his eyes crinkled as if he were biting back a laugh. We rode for three days, reaching Minas Tirith and a very worried Aragorn and Gimli at the gate.

"See all the trouble you cause with your impatience! Daft Elf!" Gimli tackled Legolas as he dismounted, Aragorn hugged me in a tight embrace, when he released me I handed him his cloak I had taken with me that day and he threw his head back laughing "I had forgotten about that," he looked at me mischievously "you know what happens to those who steal from the king?" I ran hiding behind Legolas before Aragorn could tackle me.

We walked to the stables together all laughing like we had before.