Well here we are again. Can you guys tell I like this story? I love writing about anime and things like that, but my real passion is writing strict fantasy style stories, which is why I fell in love with this Lord of the Rings story so easily. I like to write stories that people will enjoy, but I also use this account to practice and grow better at writing, because one day I want to publish a novel or series that is original. Lord of the Rings has always inspired me, and this story has already inspired several characters in a book that I'm writing! Wish me luck guys!

Shout outs!

Teruhi (Haha, glad to see that someone else thought that would be an interesting twist to have Legolas shut Grima up. And I thought the interaction between Eowyn and Legolas was necessary for a little more light mood) mjg43 (Glad you liked it. I love Eowyn, so I wanted there to be a little interaction to add to her character in this story.) and NoxyTheProxy (Thanks for liking the story and I'll update soon so you can see what's going on.)

Following: Ciel Tombe, Lauriel, blackunicorne, roy23, and The Fire And The Ice. (Sorry if I missed anyone. It's getting harder and harder to keep track of the newer people.)

Thanks for all your support! It means a lot. :D

Anyway, now I'm done rambling, so lets get onto the story, because most of you probably never even read this anyway. XD Also, I know that there's some "elvish" in this chapter, but again it's a basic translation so it's not supposed to be completely correct.

Legolas awoke after the sun had come up, and the gentle process of letting his body awaken on its own without being roused and having to leap forward into a run shortly afterward was a good change. He found that several of his muscles were sore, though he had ignored it for a long time when they were chasing after the Uruk-Hai. Now however the slight rest was doing wonders for him, and he would soon be ready to go once more, for there would be little rest in this war of the Ring.

The elf sat up, stretching his limber muscles a moment and wincing a little as a few of them pulled more than they should have, but not enough to be any sort of threat to his health. He then turned to the still sleeping wolf hand ran his thin fingers through the wolf's fur. Angrod awoke when he felt the touch, and the wolf yawned. But the elf was pleased to find that he was healing nicely and would soon be back to his old self. The elf patted the wolf's head and then stood, looking through his pack for a change of clothes.

The elf found that he only had one clean change left, but the others had all been taken at some point while he was asleep to be laundered, and to have the many rips and tears they had gotten throughout the journey this far mended. He changed into the last change of clothes he had and put the other down, folded neatly into a pile, because he knew that they would be picked up as well. Then the elf pulled back his bangs again, braiding them behind his head. Now that he was ready, he turned and opened the door, entering the hallway again.

The blind elf was unfamiliar with these halls, but Angrod could smell the others and went in front of the elf to lead him again down the hallways to where they were. The elf, as usual, followed the wolf's careful tread through the halls, always staying right behind the wolf. It still amazed people how he could follow the wolf so fearlessly, but his ears were sensitive enough to pick out the slightest change in tread as the wolf stepped up a flight of stairs or down, or paused to let someone else pass. Because of this the elf knew exactly what to expect when he came to where the wolf had been moments before, and he walked as confidently as he would if he had still had his eyes. It had taken several years, but he had trained himself to walk this way and follow someone else, and it was mostly this confidence in step that hid the fact that he was blind to anyone who didn't know.

The men of Rohan however did know that he was blind, and they were like most people surprised that he could find his way back to them. They saw the wolf, but they were still amazed that he could follow Angrod with such perfect accuracy. There was a bit of silence now, and Legolas could feel a little distrust in the air. But he ignored it and continued to walk on. Angrod led the elf straight to the rest of the Fellowship, who turned and greeted their elf warmly. He smiled a little in return and bowed his head to them a little.

Eowyn soon made a reappearance and insisted that the Fellowship sit and relax a while, bringing them yet more food. It was again a large spread, but the woman wouldn't take no for an answer. In truth, none of them had eaten this much since they had been in Rivendell, and it was also a welcome change, but they still felt that the woman was spending too much time on them. But she was proud serve them and give them as much comfort as she could. They had saved her uncle, and she, and seemingly most of Edoras, was more than happy to try and repay that kindness to them, even if they were a little wary of the elf.

The Fellowship ate and spoke to one another with light hearts, though they did not completely joke around with each other. Their hearts were still full of thoughts about Frodo and the Ring, and also with the war that would soon break over them. Grima would return to Saruman and surely bring pain down upon them all. That was what he was prone to do. And the thoughts that swirled around their heads made them confused. After a while, Legolas fell silent as he thought of all of these things. He was remembering much, and they were not pleasant memories. Even Gimli could not get a response from the elf after a while.

The elf turned his head towards the door when he heard it open however, looking that way though he could see nothing there. Someone came rushing in however, and the elf grew interested when the man asked where Theoden was. Eowyn told him, a little perplexed, but he ran off to find the king and didn't answer the questions of what was wrong. Once again interested in what was going on around him, the elf looked up at the others. They said nothing, but he could sense that they were just as confused as he was.

Eowyn soon leaped off to figure out what was going on, and the Fellowship looked at one another in confusion. Soon though, the woman returned and turned to them with troubled eyes. For a moment, no one said anything, and then Gandalf leaned forward.

"Now Eowyn," he said kindly. "I am old, but I am not blind. Even Legolas can tell that something is wrong, and he can't see your face. Now kindly tell us what has so gotten your ill attention my dear."

"Two children have arrived," she sighed. "They were riding a horse. The boy is unconscious, and the girl is too terrified of something to tell us what happened."

"Well," the wizard said. "We shouldn't rush them. They will recover and tell us. You will summon us again when they are both awake and prepared to speak? I think they will bring news that I will be ready to hear."

"Of course," she promised. "But for now, do not trouble yourselves with it. You should rest. I do not think my uncle would take kindly if I ill used our guests."

"That we will do my dear," the wizard replied with a smile. "That we will do."

The woman nodded and hurried off again with a worried face. The Fellowship silently turned and disappeared into their rooms. They had not much else to do but sit around and think here. There were no battles to fight and no people to be careful around. Legolas couldn't help but feel a little nervous because of this. He had grown so used to fighting and running for his life that this peace seemed to odd. With the elves, he had been fighting the darkness within himself. But here the silence was deafening. The elf sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Ah if his father and friends could see him now! He had made it so much farther than any of them had thought he would. Even himself! He was in Rohan! He was drawing closer and closer to Mordor with every step he took now, and though he wasn't with the Ring bearer any more, his part continued on. He was determined not to fall to the darkness now, because he had to look after Oropher, Saeros, and Angrod now as well.

His father and his people would be waiting there with little more than a few words from Lothlorien. He knew that they would still have little hope that he would survive. And yet, something had sparked inside of him that made him now want to survive, to fight on, and to never give into the darkness. He wasn't sure when, but something had sparked his fighting spirit again, that determination that he was so known for. Perhaps Grima Wormtongue had affected the elf in more ways than he thought, or perhaps since Legolas knew that the two Wraiths needed him to survive had done it. Either way, there was fire in his eyes again, for only now had he realized it. Angrod looked up and was surprised to find the prince much the same as he had been before their incident, only without the use of his eyes. Other than that, he was the same.

The wolf looked up at the elf, completely amazed, and yet relieved at the same time. The wolf nudged the elf's arm, whining a little at him. The elf seemed startled out of his thoughts a minute, but then Legolas looked down at the wolf and smiled.

"It's alright my friend," he said. "Nothing's wrong. I've simply remembered how to be myself again. Perhaps I've found my courage. But I know this: no matter what happens now, I will fight. I will not doubt. And I will never regret the choice I made to join the Fellowship."

The wolf seemed very happy then, but though he wagged his tail he stayed silent. The elf was lost in his thoughts for many more minutes. Yes, he couldn't fall. And the more he thought of it, the more he decided that he couldn't fear the darkness anymore, not at least like he had. He had to be strong, because if he wasn't, those that needed him most would not be able to stand long. The determination swept through his soul, and now as he thought of the Great Eye and Sauron, he felt anger instead of fear. A righteous anger. He knew that now it was time to face his fear.

There was a knock on his door. The elf was startled a little out of his thoughts, but the wolf didn't seem to be bothered at all by it. He looked up and closed his eyes a minute to collect his thoughts.

"Yes?" he asked at last. "What is it?"

The door opened, and a man that the elf didn't recognize stepped in. Legolas could sense that he was very nervous around the elf, and he could hear as he shifted his weight nervous from one foot to the other. But the elf sat very still and patient, and the man at last overcame his fear of the elf enough to speak to him.

"King Theoden," he said. "requests your presence and that of your Fellowship in his halls. The two children are awake now, and he would like our foreign guests to come as well."

"Thank you," the elf said. "I will come shortly."

The man quickly bowed and left, glad to be out of the presence of the elf. Legolas sighed a moment, and then stood to collect his thoughts. Once again, Angrod slipped out in front of the elf to lead him down the hallway. The elf paused at the door. That man had definitely left quickly! The elf couldn't even hear his footfalls anymore! Some of the old loneliness crept back into his heart again, but then he shoved the thoughts out of his head.

He paused then though, because he heard quick little feet. They were small, and there was little weight behind the steps. Even the hobbits had heavier foot falls than that! A child then? The elf listened silently, and Angrod paused as well to listen. The elf sighed a little quietly, then stepped out into the hallway.

Instantly a child crashed somewhat painfully into his legs. It was a girl, or that he was certain when he heard the tiny voice begin to cry. The elf leaned down and extended his hand to her, gently laying his hands on the side of her face. He hadn't realized she was as close as she was. He would have to pay better attention and learn how to hear better within halls full of as many echos as this one.

"I am sorry," he told her honestly. "It was my mistake little one. But where are you going in such a rush?"

The child looked up at him, and she seemed scared at first, until she saw the elf's face. Then she could only stare, and he understood why. This human child had probably only ever heard tales of elves before, and yet now she was right in front of one. The elf smiled a little at her, and her crying calmed slowly. Then she looked at the elf sheepishly.

"Where's momma?" she asked. "And my brother? They said I could see him when he woke up."

"You were frightened," the elf said understandingly. "That is alright. It is alright to be scared. You came earlier today on the horse with your brother yes?" The child nodded. The elf paused a moment. "I am sorry but could you speak to me more? I cannot see you. I am blind."

"You're blind?" the child gasped. The elf smiled patiently.

"Yes," he said. "Which is why we crashed into each other. Now come, tell me why you were scared. You are safe here." The child was quiet a moment.

"They said I could see my brother," he said. "But then they said they would bring him in, and the king came in to speak to me. He scares me." The elf laughed, a clear and bright laugh.

"You have no need to fear Theoden," the elf said. "He is a good king, and he does what he thinks best for his people. I am going there as well, and I am sure your brother will be there."

"Promise?" the girl asked with wide eyes.

"I do," the elf said with a smile. Then the child looked down and saw Angrod and grew afraid again. The elf seemed confused a moment then realized what was wrong and laughed again. "Don't worry. Angrod is very well trained. He is my good friend, and he wouldn't hurt you."

"But it is a wolf," the child cried.

"Not a wolf," the elf said with another smile. "Not exactly. You see sometimes elves can choose to be reborn into another body to finish something whenever they die. He is one of these, and he has been my good friend for many years. He is not a wolf, and he understands us very well."

The child seemed unsure still of the wolf though, and continued to stare at it. The elf smiled and reached forward and gently took the child's hand and slowly guided it towards the wolf. The child tried to pull away, still terrified of the creature, but the elf held on gently and laughed. His clear voice seemed to calm the child, and the elf let the child's fingertips brush the wolf's nose.

Angrod's nose twitched a little as her fingers brushed over the soft fur near the sensitive nose of the wolf. But he remained still and quiet, as patient as the elf he often guided onwards. He didn't want to frighten her. Slowly the girl reached forward and began to pet the wolf's head, and Angrod sat as still and quiet as a dog would. The elf released the girl's hand and laughed again, a very joyful sound.

"See?" he said. "There is nothing to fear, for he is not one of the predators that you are used to seeing. Of course, you must remain cautious of wolves, but not this one. Now come. Will you accompany, my young lady, to where the others are waiting?"

The elf stood and offered his hand to the young girl. She looked up at the elf, but she didn't seem scared of him at all. She hesitated a moment, and then she stood and he felt her tiny hand wrap into his slender fingers. He gently wrapped his hand around hers and smiled at her. He was unsure if she returned the smile or not, but the elf closed the door to his room and turned to face the way she had come. Once again Angrod slipped in front of the elf, and Legolas followed him after the hall.

The child was silent, and didn't ask how the elf was able to walk down the hall so quickly. He could tell that she was nervous from the slightest twitching of her hand in his. But she didn't try to run away again and continued to cling to the elf that was gently coaxing her down the hallway with him. Once they grew close to the king's room however, she reached up and grabbed a hold of the elf's arm. He smiled at her patiently and paused.

"You do not have to fear," he said.

She didn't say anything, but he could tell that she was still nervous. He stood their patiently for her to work up her courage again. He wouldn't force her. Like most elves, he loved the children of all races for their purity of spirit. She was an example of this, so innocent and unchanged by the world's hatred and indifference, as well as the world's prejudices.

But before the elf could speak again to ask her if she was ready, Eowyn came around the corner. She saw the elf with the child and quickly crossed the space over to the child and knelt in front of her. She reached up with a smile and laid her hand on her face.

"Hello dear," Eowyn said. "I see you found our blind elf. Did you lead him here? That's so kind of you." The elf smiled at her in return, though he could not see her slight wink up at him.

"Very kind," the elf replied, somewhere between a laugh and trying to keep a level face.

"Come dear," the woman said, holding out her hand to the child. "Do you wish to see your brother? He has been worried since we could not find you. The elf will be fine without your care a while."

The child pulled herself closer to the elf's arm, shaking her head vigorously. She seemed scared to leave him, but the elf smiled patiently as the woman laid her hand gently on the child's shoulder.

"Come now," Eowyn said. "There's nothing to fear. Legolas will not hate you for leaving. Come, you must be hungry and tired. I will take you to your brother, and you will both eat well for a while."

At the promise of food the child at last nodded and let the woman take her hand and lead her away. Legolas smiled a little after the child, then stepped forward and followed Angrod back to the others as well. Gandalf turned and looked at the elf a moment, and the rest of the Fellowship did as well. They could see the change in the way he walked. They were amazed to see the new confidence the elf had, as well as the new determination in his eyes.

"Well," Gandalf greeted the elf quietly. "It seems you've had plenty of time to think my dear prince. Have you regained your strength again?"

"Yes Mithrandir," the elf replied with a smile. "I have. And I am ready to fight again."

"Glad to see it lad," the dwarf said with a smile.

"And we will need that strength again I think," Aragorn added, laying his hand on the elf's shoulder.

They all fell silent then because Theoden returned. He turned and surveyed the Fellowship, then turned to the two children. They were eating the stew that Eowyn had brought them and the boy was talking to her quietly between bites as she knelt beside him. She paled a little as she listened to them. Then she looked up at her uncle.

"They had no warning," Eowyn said. "They were unarmed. Now the wild men are moving through the Westfold, burning as they go."

"Where's mamma?" the girl asked with a slight panic. The woman gently shushed her and guided her back to the food. Then she looked up again.

"And they bore the white hand of Saruman," Gimli said. "This was before he was cast out. Now he will be wanting his revenge and come back in force."

"This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash," Gandalf said. "All the more potent for he is driven now by fear of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from your women and children." He leaned in closer to the king. "You must fight."

"You have two thousand good men riding north as we speak," Aragorn suggested. "Eomer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their king."

"They will be three hundred leagues from here by now," Theoden cried. "Eomer cannot help us. I know what it is you want of me but I will not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war."

"Open war is upon you whether you would risk it or not," Aragorn cried.

"When I last checked," the king said testily. "Theoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan."

The elf winced a little, because even he could sense the change in the air. The situation was growing very tense. Even the children looked up from their bowls nervously as they looked between the two men. But then Gandalf stepped forward.

"And what is the king's decision?" the wizard asked.

The king was silent a moment, and then turned to his nearest guard. He told him to make the people ready to head for Helm's Deep. Gimli began to argue about the point of making for the mountains, and not fighting, but Theoden would not hear the reason in their words. Legolas on the other hand remained silent, because suddenly foreboding had fallen over him, and it was very close. Gandalf sighed and turned, walking purposely out of the halls. The rest of the Fellowship followed him, and soon he came to the horse stables, ducking inside and calling for the stable boy to bring him Shadowfax. Outside the people were packing up to leave quickly.

"He's only doing what he thinks best for his people," Aragorn said with a sigh. "Helm's Deep has saved them in the past."

"There is no way out of that ravine," Gandalf said grimly. "Theoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he's leading them to safety, what they will get is a massacre. I fear for the survival of Rohan. He will need you before the end, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you. The defenses have to hold."

"They will hold," Aragorn promised just as grimly.

Gandalf swung up onto the great horse's back. As he did so Legolas again shifted nervously, sensing something again. Something was drawing near, some danger that none of them had foreseen. Soon it would be here, and he knew that the wizard's leaving was no good omen. Still, he knew it must be done.

"The Grey Pilgrim," the wizard said. "That's what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of men I've walked this earth and now I have no time. With luck my search will not be in vain. Look to my coming at the first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east."

With those words the white wizard commanded the horse, and they leaped away, disappearing into the plains of Rohan. The gates were closed soon after. As Legolas stood there, he felt Arod nuzzle his hand. The horse could sense that something was wrong, and that the elf had sensed it. The elf patted the horse's head gently and sighed a little. But they were all preoccupied with thoughts and none of the others noticed the elf's nervousness.

They returned inside, with nothing else to do as the people prepared to leave. It would be some time yet before they had everything organized, and the Fellowship would be heading to Helm's Deep with the people of Rohan. It would take some time, because the women, children, and elderly would take some time to prepare to move. But Legolas could not shake the feeling of dread that he felt.

The elf let his feet wander, and eventually he found himself at the top of the guard tower. There was only one guard up there, who glanced at the elf quite nervously. He didn't trust him one bit, but the king had expressed his gratitude towards the elf, and so he let him stay. The elf's keen eyes began to scan the surrounding plains. It had been nearly an hour since Gandalf had left, and with the great horse and running with all speed he would be long lost among the plains. But the elf was looking all the same, and he looked down.

Legolas felt the color drain from his face a little as he looked down at them. Their presence as always made him feel fear, but he knew that he could not panic. They were here now, and they were very silent. He could see them, nine individual dots of darkness, framed in the otherworldly light of the Wraith world. The Ring Wraiths. They were sitting their on their horses. The man saw the elf's face and looked at him nervously.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Look there," the elf said. "Do you see those riders in black?"

"Yes but-" the man said.

He never finished his sentence. At the same time, one of the Wraiths raised something, and the elf realized that he had raised a bow. Instantly he saw where it was pointing and leaped into action, grabbing the young guard and pulling him to the ground. The dull sound of an arrow striking flesh was heard, and the elf gasped as he fell, pain lancing up his arm. The arrow that had been meant for the man buried itself deeply into his arm. The elf sat up and reached for it with gritted teeth.

Down below shouts were beginning to go up, because some had seen Legolas pull the young man down and some had seen the arrow. The guard looked up and saw the arrow in the elf's arm and quickly grabbed his arm as if to stop him from pulling it out. He didn't seem like he knew what to do, but he grabbed the elf's shoulders to steady him.

"The elf's injured," the young man cried.

There was yet more confusion down below. Aragorn however had heard the shout and ran up to Legolas, ducking for fear of more arrows. Another flew over head that was aimed at the man, but he ducked under it. The man turned and called for no one else to follow, because they were lucky that no one was dead. As soon as he had said it, there came a loud shriek from outside, and panic from inside. The cry of a Wraith.

Aragorn paled a little as well but turned to the elf. He looked at him a moment, and then grabbed the shaft of the arrow and pulled it out. The elf couldn't help but moan a little, but he didn't try and pull away. Aragorn put pressure on the wound as he looked at the shaft. He sighed a little.

"We're lucky that Legolas took the arrow and not you," he told the guard. "Legolas can survive this without much difficulty, because he is already part Wraith, and they cannot pull him into the Wraith realm so easily, though we'll have to treat it. This is a Morgul shaft."

The young guard paled instantly and glanced out towards the area that the Wraiths were in. Aragorn however knew that they had to help the elf, and he quickly helped the elf to his feet and helped him down the stairs. The man followed as well and they quickly made for the king's keep. They pulled the elf inside and over to a chair. Panic was beginning to descend upon Edoras, and Eowyn came running around the corner. She froze and gasped when she saw the elf, but Aragorn quickly asked her to bring him some supplies.

The elf was very still and patient with the man. He noticed that the guard was still nervously standing nearby. He couldn't just leave the elf who had just saved his life. Gimli and Angrod soon found the injured elf as well and the dwarf demanded to know what happened as the wolf licked the elf's hand worriedly. But Aragorn waved them away as Eowyn returned and he had Legolas remove his shirt so he could look at the wound more closely. He began to doctor it as best he could, and Theoden came in.

"What is going on?" the king demanded, then stopped when he saw the injured elf. The guard explained to him what happened, and the king turned back worriedly to the elf.

"It's not so bad," the man said, assuring them all that the elf was fine. "He is strong enough to resist its poison. He will have a scar, but he will be fine."

"But why are the Nazgul here?" the king demanded. There was silence a moment. The elf slipped his shirt back on and sighed.

"They are here because of me," he said. "Because I am visible in their world. For whatever reason, they want to capture me. That is why they are here." He instantly felt Eowyn's hand grab his forearm firmly.

"We cannot let them take you," she cried.

"Indeed we cannot," the king agreed. "You have saved my people twice now Legolas."

"But neither can you move while they stand outside," the elf pointed out. "They are waiting for me to come out."

There was a heavy silence suddenly. They knew that the elf was correct, and to ever flee to Helm's Deep they would have to get the Ring Wraiths to move. Then suddenly Aragorn looked up, because he knew the elf well.

"No," he cried. "You cannot!" Nearly everyone else seemed perplexed, but the elf turned to the man, a little irritated.

"If not then how else?" the elf asked. "If I go, they will follow, and it will give these people the time they need to make it to Helm's Deep."

"You cannot throw your life away," Eowyn gasped. The elf smiled.

"Who says that I will throw it away?" he asked. Then he turned towards Aragorn and Gimli. "I have done it before, and I can do it again." Then he turned to the man and switched to speaking in elvish. "Aragorn, I cannot stay here. They will only grow weary of waiting and come inside. Then everyone will be in danger."

"You cannot go," the man replied. "It is too dangerous! They will run you down!"

"Saeros and Oropher will not be far," the elf insited. "They will help me. I will not fall to them. Not now."

The man fell silent. The elf could tell that he was still not liking the idea at all, but also that the elf had convinced him. There was silence from everyone else as well. Gimli looked up at his friend, suddenly feeling very worried for him.

"That will be a hard ride lad," he said. "There will be no telling if you can evade them, and even if you do, it will take longer for you to reach Helm's Deep. You still want to do it?"

"I must mellon-nin," the elf said, calling the dwarf his friend without a second thought. "There is no other way." Theoden stepped forward and laid his hands on the elf's shoulders.

"Then I wish you luck, and godspeed," the king of Rohan said. "With luck, we will all make it in time to reach Helm's Deep. Take Arod, he is fast and he seems loyal to you."

"I will see you at Helm's Deep," the elf promised. He turned to the wolf. "You must stay with Aragorn my friend." the wolf nodded sadly.

The elf stood and tested the sore muscle, and then turned and left before anyone could say anything else. He walked outside quickly and went to the stables, calling Arod over to him in the stall and nuzzled the blind elf's face. He patted the horse's nose.

"I will need your speed my friend," he said softly. "And your courage. We have a long road ahead of us."

The horse nuzzled the elf's hand, seeming to understand him. The elf reached forward with slightly trembling hands to open the front of the stable box. It was strange to be afraid yet feel no fear. His body was definitely afraid of the Ring Wraiths, and his whole being told him to not go on this dangerous mission of his. But there was no fear in his heart, only determination. He let Arod out of his stable box, and then after some difficulty, swung up onto the horse's back, and gripped the harness tightly.

"Run my friend," he told the horse in elvish softly. "Run and show me the speed of the steeds of Rohan."

The horse didn't exactly understand the elf's words, but he was getting better at understanding elvish, and understood that the blind elf on his back needed to leave and with haste. He could hear the urgency in his voice. He sensed the elf's natural fear, and it made the charger angry. But he also sensed the elf's determination and it made the horse read to go and carry his rider swiftly. Arod had been fond of his old master, but he was nothing if not a loyal beast, and he knew that a special touch was needed with the blind elf.

The horse trotted out into the streets of Edoras and to the front gate. The horse could sense the fear now in the air, but he pawed the ground angrily and snorted. Legolas patted the horse's neck a moment. He would have to put so much trust into the horse! He would have to let the horse carry him and know where to go! But he supposed he'd have to trust the horse enough, and he felt like he could. The elf took a deep breath and didn't look behind him to see anyone watching him as the gates were swung open. He didn't want to second guess himself.

"Go to Fangorn," the elf said. "We will evade them there."

The horse seemed to understand and gave a throw of his head. Then as soon as the gates were open far enough, Arod shot through and raced away in the direction of Fangorn forest. The elf leaned into the horse's stride so he could run faster and Arod poured all his strength into fleeing. The gates were closed again, and everyone watched the elf race away. Nearly instantly, there came nine cries from the Ring Wraiths and they turned their steeds to chase him. He hardly had any distance between him and them at all.

Ahead though he saw two more Wraiths spring into motion. They both gave out their cries as well, and gasps went up from from Edoras. But Legolas glanced up at the two elvish Wraiths, and saw determination on their faces. They knew he had to escape the Ring Wraiths. Soon the black horses came within inches of the white horse. But Arod didn't even pause or change his course, and to the astonishment of the people of Edoras, the two Wraiths rocketed past the elf and Arod and ran straight towards the Ring Wraiths.

The elf didn't look behind him, but he heard as there was complete chaos as the two groups of Wraiths collided. Though there were only two of the elvish Wraiths, they were vicious in protecting their prince, and the confusion that they added among the Ring Wraiths gave the prince the time to gain a good head start.

Even when the Twin Wraiths turned and fled in another direction and the Ring Wraiths took off again after the elf, they would not catch him, because Arod knew these lands better, was full of stamina, and would not allow harm to befall the blind elf he was so fond of. The white horse of Rohan plowed onward, racing away with all the speed and stamina that had been passed down by his sire, and more determination than had been seen in Rohan in many years among the horses. Arod of Rohan was a faithful beast, and so the fiery white horse and his rider would not fall to the Black Riders of Mordor.

Again, sort of a cliff hanger. So sorry about that. But I thought I needed to make Legolas a little more epic in this chapter, as well as sort of bring back in Saeros and Oropher. Also, I wanted to give some explanation as to how Arod learns so much of the elvish language in the next chapter. So thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed! Leave a review below if you feel like it. :D