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I changed some stuff concerning the elves in this chapter, and their structure of age mostly, but not much, just so it would make sense.

Legolas nervously gripped at Arod's harness. He was not alone of course. Gimli sat behind him, and Aragorn was on Hasufel beside him. Shadowfax and Gandalf were just a little ahead of him. Also with them was Theoden on his horse, and about four guards who had been charged with coming with the king. And Angrod was here as well and Eomer on his horse. The others would be going back to Rohan with the Rohhirim who would be taking the people to Edoras to relax awhile and rejoice in their victory. It was no wonder why the elf was nervous now. They all were. They were going to Orthanc, the tower of Isengard. There they would have to face the white wizard in an attempt to stop further conflict. And that was no comforting thought.

They crested the top of the hill that Gandalf had lead the Rohhirim down to aide Rohan at Helm's Deep, and here, Legolas paused. Everyone else did so as well, looking up at the very thing that had caught the elf's attention. Even from so far away, the blaze of Mordor was visible, barely visible to the eyes of the men. They could see the dark clouds and the fires dancing forever within its boundaries. The elf's eyes were even more keen, and the darkness translated into the unearthly light of the wraith world to his eyes, blazing brightly and blindingly, even from this far away. The elf shuddered a moment. But it was not only anxiety he felt, but inexplicable relief. Gandalf noticed, and the white wizard turned to him.

"Legolas?" he asked. The worried tone of his voice drew the attention of every other member of the party traveling with them.

"Do not look at it my friend," Aragorn suddenly cried in elvish.

"I am fine," the elf assured him. "There is nothing to fear." Then he sighed. "I never thought I would make it this far. So many people said I would die or become a Wraith long before I ever saw the shadow of Mordor! Well now I see it. We must take every small victory that we can."

Legolas noticed suddenly that Aragorn, Gandalf, and Gimli seemed very worried about the elf. They all worried over him like mother hens now! He supposed it couldn't be helped though. The Fellowship had already proven how unwilling they were to lose him when they ran to Lothlorien to save him from the Balrog within the Mines of Moria. They were no doubt worried about him. With every step closer to Mordor, the darkness called louder and louder to him. They didn't want him to fall now, not after all of this. But the elf not only felt strength within him, but also a downright disobedience to the dark voice that called to him. He was determined to not fall, more than ever. And his will that was once as strong as a wild stallion's was now growing as strong and free as it used to be. He had no fear of the darkness any longer, because there was no room in his heart for fear. Not after all of this. He would prevail, because so many people counted on him, and because the words of the wise old tree had told him he would make Mirkwood into Great Greenwood again. And that was a hope that he could not give up. He had lived in the dark long enough.

Quietly he asked Arod to go forward, and the horse instantly heeded him, walking forward. The others followed close behind, with the elf somewhat in the lead. The elf let the white wizard pass him and go first, and they began to make their steady way towards Othranc. They didn't go quickly. There was no need. But they made a good pace towards Isengard, which was not that far away from Helm's Deep. They could reach it before sun down if they kept a good pace, and nothing stopped them.

"Sauron's wrath will be terrible," Gandalf said, bringing his attention back suddenly to the present. "His retribution swift. The battle for Helm's Deep is over. The battle for Middle Earth is about to begin. All our hopes now lie with two little hobbits, somewhere in the wilderness."

"I have yet to see these creatures you call hobbits," Eomer said. Legolas felt a small smile tug at his lips.

"They are fair folk, both not unlike elves and not unlike men," the elf replied. "They are prone to laughter and walk quieter sometimes than even elves. They're odd and usually shy creatures, but make friends easily and are very loyal to those friends they do make. Of course these are generalizations, and there are many personalities among hobbits. And unlike men, elves, or even dwarves, they are very unpredictable when roused."

"Yes," Gandalf sighed. "I have been studying them for quite some time, and they still surprise me. They're very prone to getting into trouble. Still, they are useful little creatures and strangely agile."

There was a slight silence between the Fellowship, and the men from Rohan could feel the dark mood over them. It was no wonder. They were not only worried greatly about their friends, but also about the fate of Middle Earth. They had fought valiantly, but what if it should fail? Would it mean anything at all? And the wizard was growing more and more distressed at the thought of letting four hobbits that were completely unaware of the world wander about without their companions. A single hobbit against a dragon was one thing, but four against the most powerful being in Middle Earth was another. The elf however knew that they were capable, and that worrying would get no one anywhere.

"Come now," the elf said with a smile. "Let these dark thoughts leave us for a while. We have no need for them. There will be a feast in Edoras when we return, and there will be reason to be merry. So let us not taint that with dark thoughts now."

"Darkness often comes when there is light," Theoden said, his foul mood still over him from before. The elf glanced at him.

"But light comes also through the darkness," he said.

"The darkness blinds me now," Theoden sighed. "And I can see no light."

"Because you are not looking for it," the elf replied instantly. All eyes came up to him. "When you are trapped in the darkness, it seems an eternity, and all the long years you have spent alive seem nothing compared to this. I know this well. Light can be found in even the smallest of things, but only for those who look. I have realized by now that the best way to not fall into darkness, is to enjoy the light we still have left, rather than wallow in the pity of the light we have lost." There was silence, and the blind elf's eyes instinctively turned toward the man though he could not see him. "Does this help?"

"You are very wise master elf," the king suddenly said, awe in his voice. "I had heard that your people could be so, though not one so young." the elf laughed at this.

"I must look much younger than I am," Legolas said. "Much much younger. I am not that young, and my years have shown on my face before in the hardness I was raised under in my land, and the troubled times. It was easy then to tell that I was old. But now I seem to have gained some youth, out here where I no longer care for death or fear its sting. I am no youngling Theoden, king of Rohan. The only one here older than I am is Gandalf, and not by much. I am two thousand years old, as close as I can tell, for the elves do not count the years for themselves."

"T-Two thousand years?" Eomer suddenly cried. Aragorn smiled a little.

"Yes," the man replied. "Elves age in a much different manner than do men. I was raised by elves, and none of those who have raised me look any different than they did when they first found me. Legolas has looked this age since the day he became a man, around the age of four hundred years for the elves. Then he would still be considered a youngling until the age of one thousand. Two thousand years is a very respectable age for elves, and when they are considered to become more wise."

"I believe that explains why you are so wise in the ways of elves, Aragorn," Theoden said, surprised at this bit of knowledge as well.

"An overly simplistic knowledge," the man sighed in reply. "There is much more to learn about elves than even I know, and their society is very complicated. It takes the elves themselves nearly two hundred years to learn it, when they're still considered a child. And even longer to master it."

"Maybe so," the elf replied. "but it seems natural to me, like your lives do to you."

"Come now," the wizard called. "and be alert. We must go now."

The wizard brought Shadowfax into a trot, and the others soon followed. They ran on towards Isengard, and the blind elf let Arod go forward and follow the wizard, because there was no way the blind elf could lead the horse himself. He glanced around, looking for any signs of anything that was evil and visible to his eyes, but he could see nothing. It was a great comfort to know that there was nothing nearby that could prove a threat.

The men of Rohan didn't seem to know what he was doing, but the Fellowship seemed very relieved when he would look forward again and remain silent. At last, as the miles began to melt away under them, Eomer looked up.

"Why is it that you look around?" the man asked. The elf smiled.

"Because I can see what is evil," he said. "and the agents of the enemy cannot hide from me. I see in the realm of the Wraiths, and that is my power, that I have used to help the Fellowship on their quest. I can fight, but this has been my biggest strength now."

"That seems both a blessing and a curse," Eomer noted.

"It is," Legolas replied with a smile. "But one I will gladly bear. If I can save the light that remains in the world then I will. That is why I joined this quest in the first place."

The men were once more very impressed by the elf's strength of will, and they found his perseverance very refreshing. There was so much darkness in the world that they needed all of the light that they could find in the world. The horses ran on, and even Legolas could feel the change in the air as they entered into a forest. The trees began to speak to one another, creaking quietly, and Legolas was surprised, recognizing the voices of the trees of Fangorn. They were no where near that forest! So why were the trees here? He suspected it was the work of the tree herders, the Ents, but that they would have to wait and see. The forest was making the men of Rohan nervous however.

"What is this?" Theoden asked. "There is not a forest like this here."

"I think these are the trees of Fangorn forest," Legolas said. "If I'm not mistaken. But why are they here?"

"The work of the tree herders no doubt," Gandalf said quietly, enough so that Legolas' keen ears barely heard him. "Why are they here though?"

The elf showed no indication that he had heard the wizard, and instead followed him. Soon their horses came to standing water, and their pace was slowed a little. The elf was a little surprised to find water here. It was strange, because he knew that there was nothing like this here. Still, he followed the wizard forward, knowing that he would not lead them astray.

The elf paused a moment and looked up, hearing voices on the wind. Suddenly a smile spread over his face as he thought of the two hobbits that were ahead. They thought him dead or captured by now, and he knew that it would be a glorious surprise to know that he was alright. He was more than happy to be able to hear the joy in the faces of the two halfings once again. Arod could sense his eagerness, and increased his speed a little. Everyone else looked at the elf with a little surprise, but they could see the smile on his face and weren't worried.

At last they came to a wall, and the horses were knee high now in water. Now the rest of the Fellowship looked up as well, and they began to laugh to see Merry and Pippin eating and smoking. Legolas could smell the steam of fires being put out, water, rock, and...trees? He wasn't sure, but he was too happy to be reunited with the two hobbits to care much. They were obviously happy as well because they leaped up when they saw him.

"Legolas," Merry cried.

"You're alright," Pippin added. The elf only laughed.

"As are you," the elf replied.

"Welcome my lords," Merry said, presumably with a smile. "to Isengard."

"You young rascals," Gimli cried, sounding angry again, but unable to be angry. "A merry hunt you've led us on and now we find you feasting and...smoking!"

"We are sitting on a field of victory," Pippin said, obviously eating something now. "enjoying a few well earned comforts. The salted pork is particularly good."

The elf tried his hardest not to laugh when his dwarf friend asked for some of it, unable to stay mad at the two hobbits, but his shoulders still shook a little. The dwarf ignored the elf however without even so much a single snide remark, which only served to amuse Gandalf and Aragorn more. They soon discovered that the hobbits were under the orders of an Ent named Treebeard, who they soon met as they entered Isengard. He spoke to Gandalf like they were old friends, and he seemed to take an instant liking to Legolas and a great interest in Gimli. The elf smiled up at the Ent.

"Hmm," the old booming voice of the Ent said. "I have not seen an elf in many long years, and not one so strange as you, from so far away."

"It is an honor to meet one as wise as you," Legolas quickly replied in elvish with a smile to the Ent, who looked at Gimli then.

"And a dwarf riding with an elf?" the Ent asked. "It is a strange day indeed. And a dwarf deemed elf friend! Oh yes I can tell. Strange times indeed." Then he seemed done with the strange pair and turned his eyes instead to Gandalf. "I'm glad you came. Water and stone I can manage, but there is a wizard here."

They followed the old Ent forward into the ruins of Isengard, where Ents were walking everywhere. The hobbits were with them now, because the water came up to the chests of the horses. Pippin was with Gandalf, and Merry was with Aragorn. There was silence suddenly in Isengard, and Aragorn looked up.

"Show yourself," the man said quietly.

The white wizard stepped forward from the top of Isengard. Even Legolas could see him and his darkness. He thought he saw another shape behind him as well, but he wasn't sure. It was very high up, and everyone looked up as the broken wizard stepped forward.

"You have fought many wars and slain many men Theoden," Saruman said. "and made peace afterward. Can we not take council together as we once did my old friend? Can we not have peace you and I?" There was a moment of tense silence.

"We shall have peace," Theoden answered. "We shall have peace when you answer for the burning of the Westfold and the children that lie dead there! We shall have peace when the lives of dead soilders are avenged!" Legolas couldn't help but feel a grim satisfaction at this response. Saruman scowled at Theoden and turned to Gandalf.

"What do you want Gandalf Grayhame?" he asked. "Let me guess, the key to Othranc? Along with the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of five wizards!"

"Your treachery has already cost many lives," Gandalf replied, ignoring the insults. "Thousands more are now at risk. But you can save them Saruman, you were deep in the enemy's council."

"So you have come for information," the Wizard sneered. "Well I have some for you. But you know this don't you Gandalf? You know you are all going to die! Especially that elf you continue to cling to. You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor. This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned king!"

"I've heard enough," Gimli suddenly cried in outrage and in defense of both his friends. "Shoot him! Stick an arrow in his gob!"

The elf's eyes however had shifted now to the water. There was something of great darkness there, something somewhat small, and it shone brightly through the water. He wasn't paying any heed to the wizard anymore. After all, he wasn't going to be bothered by the false and biased words of some broken wizard he held no power. His eyes then turned up towards Saruman again, where again he was sure he spotted someone else behind him. He couldn't see them clearly. Gandalf glanced at the elf.

"No," he counter ordered, and the elf remained still. He looked back to the wizard. "Come down Saruman and your life will be spared."

"Save your pity and mercy, I have no use for it," Saruman snarled, casting a ball of fire towards Gandalf, who deflected it easily.

"Your staff is broken Saruman," the wizard said with renewed confidence.

Then the elf noticed Grima Wormtongue, and he couldn't help but snarl a little at him. He really didn't like him. But Theoden seemed to think otherwise, and began trying to talk him down, to get him to rejoin Rohan. He was trying to give his once loyal adviser a chance of redemption. Saruman however challenged him and told him that Grima would never be free of his sorcery. Legolas could see the change slowly coming over Grima then, and he watched him even more carefully. What was that he was sensing? Such hate!

Gandalf once again tried to get Saruman to talk, and soon it appeared that the wizard would do so, as long as Gandalf called off the others so they could talk in private. No one liked that request, but they trusted the white wizard, and so they were willing to try it. But Legolas was the first to notice as Grima returned with a knife in his hand. The elf quickly pulled out his bow and notched an arrow, looking up with alarm, which soon drew the attention of all of the others.

The elf quickly released an arrow, but it was too late. Not even he had been able to act fast enough. Saruman was stabbed from behind and fell from the top of Orthranc, being impaled near the ground by one of the many strange tools having been used by the orcs. Grima fell dead as well, having been shot by the arrow. The men of Rohan looked at the elf with awe, but they didn't doubt his ability again. He had spoke true, and they could see that he didn't need his eyes to hit his mark, not even the eyes that the Wraiths had cursed him with. Gandalf sighed sadly and moved to speak to the Ents instead.

"Send word to our allies and to every corner of Middle Earth that still stands free," the wizard said. "The enemy moves against us. We need to know where he will strike."

"Good riddance," the dwarf said somewhat quietly behind the elf, still seeming very flustered in defense of his two friends. The elf smiled a little in amusement.

The elf's eyes had turned back to the water suddenly, and he was looking down at the darkness he could see shining brightly through the water. Pippin obviously noticed something as well, and quickly swung down into the water and ran over to get it. The elf was sure it was Pippin. He sounded too small to be anyone else, and Merry wasn't so blatantly curious. He paused a moment, looking at it, and the elf called out to him.

"Do not touch it," he said.

The hobbit instantly froze and looked up at the elf. He knew very well by now to trust the eyes of the elf, who were now watching him intently. The wizard turned as well to the hobbit and frowned a little. Then he handed something to him.

"Pick it up in that," the wizard said. "and then hand it to me. Be careful not to touch it. I know what this is."

The hobbit quickly obeyed the wizard and Legolas could hear as he carefully reached into the water and pulled out the valued tool. He handed it to the wizard, and then Gandalf pulled him back onto the horse, covering the object in another protective layer of something. The elf could still see its darkness though, and he obviously didn't like it. Some others seemed just as curious as the hobbit as to what this strange thing was, but others looked at the elf and found they didn't like it either, because they knew very well by now that they could trust him.

The Ents promised to do as Gandalf had asked them, and the wizard told everyone that they would now be leaving. The elf quietly commanded Arod to turn and follow as the wizard passed, and the horse obeyed quietly as always. The dwarf behind the elf was very quiet, and Legolas knew that he could tell that something was wrong, and obviously bothering the elf. He didn't miss it when the elf shuddered a little. The others passed the elf on his white horse. The dwarf quietly reached forward and laid his hand on the elf's arm, pulling it away quickly.

"You are as cold as ice," the dwarf said in obvious distress. He knew well what that meant. "You're not well. We need to stop, and tell Gandalf."

"No," the elf replied quietly. "I am fine mellon-nin."

"No you aren't," The dwarf said, slightly angry at the elf now. "You're going to get worse if you ignore it, and you know this." the dwarf paused a moment. "Is it because you saw Mordor? You shouldn't look at it."

"No," the elf replied. "It was because of that, well whatever it is that Gandalf has. There is so much darkness within it!"

"That doesn't explain why you're like this though," the dwarf replied. The others were pulling steadily ahead. Arod was slowing, realizing that something was wrong, and Angrod was now looking nervously up at the prince.

"There's something else there," the elf said. "A voice, and such darkness." The elf shuddered suddenly as he thought back. "It was there that day too, with the eye."

The dwarf was both confused and very disturbed by the elf's words. The elf was very sure that the darkness he had seen and the voice he had sensed belonged to Sauron, and he didn't want to get any closer to it. But suddenly memories flooded through his head, memories that he didn't want to recount. The combined weight of the memories, and the darkness that had brought them upon him, suddenly proved too much for the elf, and with a yelp he fell off of Arod.

Several things happened then. A dark voice began to whisper into the elf's ears, attempting to drag him into the darkness, and the elf snarled a little, determined to ignore it. Arod instantly froze and became very aggressive around the elf, attempting to protect him. Angrod ran to the elf and nuzzled his face, laying down beside him and trying to let his light help him, terrified he would become a Wraith again, and Gimli leaped down off of the aggressive horse. He ran to the elf and found him freezing cold and shivering again. Instantly he called for the others as the elf slipped into sleep reluctantly.

"Gandalf," the dwarf called, and the worry in his voice was missed by none. They all turned and gasped to find the elf unconscious on the ground.

"Oh no," Aragorn gasped. "Not again!"

The men of Rohan felt a little dread at the way he said that, and were unsure what to do. But it was clear to all of them that the Fellowship was now very distressed to see the elf in such a condition. Aragorn instantly leaped down off of Hasufel, only to be blocked by Arod, who was very angry for some reason. The man quickly shushed the horse and spoke to him awhile in elvish, and the horse at last stepped aside. He knelt down and began checking the elf for any signs of injury, and he was very relieved to see that the elf was faring much better than he had last time, when he had nearly fallen to the Balrog of Moria. Gandalf quickly dismounted and came over, placing his hand on the elf's brow and muttering a spell. Everyone waited breathlessly for his judgment. At last he sighed.

"His strength has not left him," the wizard announced. "He will survive this I think. Gimli, I will ask you what happened, but only once we are safe again within the walls of Edoras. It is too dangerous to remain out here for long. Come then. Our elf friend will not fall to darkness yet. I should have foreseen this though. The stone is full of much darkness."

No one paused to ask what the wizard asked, and instead turned again to go onwards, though they coudln't help but glance often back at the elf. He was put on Arod's back and Gimli joined Eomer for the ride back to Edoras. They went slowly, so the elf would not fall. But Arod was a faithful beast, and would not let the elf fall from his back. Angrod followed the white horse dutifully, whining nervously up at the elf. But he didn't fear for him much. He trusted the words of the white wizard, and he didn't doubt the strength of the Prince of Mirkwood. He knew he was strong. He only wished that he would stop trying to be so strong that he waited until he couldn't hold on any longer before he let anyone know how he was feeling.

Then again, he had always been this way. Only now, it was more dangerous than ever before that he kept it so hidden. If anything, this stubbornness of his would be the death of him.

Well somewhat random ending to the chapter, but I felt it was needed. I haven't been on in a while, so here I am to update again for you guys! :D I hope you enjoyed, and feel free to leave a comment below if you want to. It helps out, and lets me know what you think. Because this is for you guys as much as it's fun for me. See ya later guys! :D