*Okay, first of all, let me explain you the point of this story. It is my idea how it could be. There are some differences. And the plot is the most focused on Legolas and Aragorn, and their awesome friendship. This is a non slash story, and it will never be. I have always been curious of what relationship Legolas would be with the rest of the fellowship. And this is the first chapter, please, remember I'm not English, forgive me any mistakes.*

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

~~~~~Chapter 1~~~~~

"You have my sword."

"And you have my bow."

"And my axe!"

He sighed and looked at the sky. Annoyed by the dwarf's presence, he couldn't believe he will have to stand him for the entire journey, he just hated dwarves.

He glanced at Lord Elrond who was smiling. Elladan and Elrohir were also standing nearby, smirking. He could guess they were laughing at him and this situarion. Just... why the dwarf? Can't it be another elf? He let himself drift off and when he came back to life, another 6 people joined the group. Four hobbits. one dwarf, two humans, Gandalf and he - an elf.

"Nine companions... So be it." said Elrond suddenly. "You shall be The Fellowship Of The Ring." he looked actually proud, and he was still lightly smiling.

Legolas looked at the human. Boromir if he remembered his name correctly. A human. Why it must be a human? He would say that even another dwarf would be better for this job, he didn't want to team up with a human. He turned to Aragorn, who was standing next to him. The ranger gave him a small smile, sensing his fear. His gaze was telling him 'Don't worry, I will be by your side'.

Legolas lightly nodded, fully understanding his message. He was grateful for everything Aragorn has done. Nightmares still haunt him at night sometimes. When he closes his eyes, he finds himself again in that dark cold chamber. He is screaming for help, tearing his throat apart. He is suffering from humans' hands.

"Great! So where are we going?" asked one of the hobbits, Pippin was his name.

Legolas smiled under his nose and looked around. He may see the Rivendell for the last time. He knew the risk. Aragorn knew the risk too and he just couldn't let him go without a friend. They've been very close for many years. They don't split up. They travel together.

~~~o*o~~~

After the council, Aragorn was meeting Elrohir and Elladan. They seemed to be enjoying their last minutes together. They were talking when he came up.

"Oh, there he is!" Elladan informed cheerfully, patting his shoulder.

"There I am." he smiled at the older twin.

Elladan answered with the same and looked at Aragorn now.

"So, my brother and our favourite stubborn Mirkwood elf are going on an adventure!"

"Easy, Elladan. Let's just take it as another trip. The one that might lead us to death or the end of Middle-Earth." the man smiled and the twins exchanged looks.

"Estel, be careful." Elrohir began. Then, he turned to the prince. "And Legolas... you should be careful even more."

The blond elf blinked and gave them a stern glare.

"And what was that supposed to mean?" he asked. They simply shrugged.

"Nothing. Just... you always get in trouble."

"That's not true." he protested and looked at each of them. "At least... not purposely..."

Aragorn all of a sudden giggled and placed a firm hand on the prince's shoulder.

"Worry not my dear brothers. I will take care of him." he patted his arm gently.

"I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself." he hissed but he wasn't angry or frustrated. He knew Estel cared about his health.

"Sure you can, my friend. Sure you can." he stated sarcastically and he only sent him another murderous look.

The twins laughed.

"I still can't believe that Legolas, the only son of Thranduil and proud prince of Mirkwood, ended up in a team with a dwarf." Elladan chuckled and looked at his fair friend.

"Aye, that's unbelievable. Do you think you'd manage not to go crazy?" asked Elrohir this time.

"I'm not my father. And I hope that dwarf will understand it one day. I'm not going to disrespect him as long as he thinks the same."

Elrohir waved his hand, getting his attention.

"I wouldn't count on it, my friend." he informed firmly but his voice was calm, soothing even.

"Worry not, brother. I will be watching them and eventually trying to stop them from a fight."

"Very funny." muttered Legolas but he didn't hide the smirk.

Elrohir looked around and nodded.

"Well, I think we should go now. Ada won't be happy if we keep you for too long." he stated and smiled. "But seriously, be careful you both. I mean, you have to come back in one piece. Understood?"

"Of course. You won't get rid of us that easily." Aragorn replied and they all put a hand on their hearts and bowed with their heads.

"Nai Anar caluva tielyanna." whispered Elladan.

"Tenn' enquetielva." Estel responded calmly.

They smiled at one another. They all were aware of the fact that they might not meet again but they resisted that thought.

"Aragorn! Legolas! We need to leave!" they heard Gandalf as he called somewhere nearby.

"It's time for us to go. Hold on dear brothers! Greet Ada from me and Legolas."

The twins nodded and bowed with a hand on hearts again.

Two friends came up to their new companions. Legolas looked at Boromir again, and stood behind Aragorn as if he wanted to hide himself, he really did. He didn't feel safe near him.

The ranger put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him and looked at Elrond, his beloved Ada.

"The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On you who travel with him, no oath, nor bond is laid to go further than you will. Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you." he said calmly, with a hand on his heart.

Only Legolas and Aragorn answered him with this gesture. All elves around did the same. The rest, though, was standing there quietly, some of them not really knowing how to behave.

"The Fellowship awaits the Ringbearer" finally Gandalf told Frodo.

The small halfling swallowed and looked at his companions. So uncertain, unaware of the true danger, he started walking.

"Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?" he asked almost whispering.

"Left." the wizard answered calmly and invisibly smiled.

And he turned left, so did the fellowship. None of them knew what to expect, the future was unsure, blurred and distant.

~~~o*o~~~

They stopped to rest on a hill far away from Rivendell. Everyone sat without a word and Legolas decided to watch the area since he was the one to do it best.

"We must hold this course west of the Misty Mountains for 40 days. If our luck holds the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there our road turns east to Mordor." he heard Gandalf explain the plan.

Frodo and Sam, who was observing him sometimes, were listening to the wizard carefully. Pippin and Merry, if he remembered their names well, were playing with Boromir. They were fighting. Their happy laugh was heard by everyone.

"Two. One. Five. Very good!" was training them Boromir.

"Move your feet!" his ears caught a voice of his friend, but there was also something else. He felt evil nearby. It fogged the area and made him more cautious.

"You look good Pippin!" shouted laughing Merry.

"Thanks Merry!"

"Faster!" ordered Boromir attacking the hobbits quickly.

Legolas was watching him with fear. He didn't want to be near any human, besides Aragorn. It brought back the memories he prayed so hard not to remember. He wanted to forget all the hurt he's learnt to hide.

"If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they're not, I'd say we were taking the long way round. Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome." Gimli suddenly said, consulting now with Gandalf.

"No Gimli, I would not take the roads through Moria unless I had no other choice." answered the wizard, smoking his pipe.

Legolas jumped on a rock which he was sitting on, and started staring at the sky.

Suddenly, he saw Boromir fall. He fell on his back and hobbits were attacking him with their wooden weapons.

"For Shire!" laughed amused Pippin.

"Hold him Pip, hold him!"

"Okay gentelmen, that's enough!" Aragorn broke in and stood up to intervene but instead of stopping them, he landed on his back too, pushed by one of the hobbits.

A happy laugh filled the air. Sam and Frodo were talking, but the gardener noticed Legolas staring somewhere.

"What is that?" he asked.

Legolas didn't answer but was still looking there. There was a black cloud of something. He had a bad feeling about this.

"Nothing! It's just a wisp of clouds!" Gimli stated when everyone was already focused on the black blur.

"It's moving fast... against the wind.." said Boromir, not turning his head away from the weird cloud.

Legolas was silent, he was trying to catch it by his elvish eyes. Sudden thought occurred to him and he was quick to warn the rest.

"Crebain from Dunland!" he shouted finally.

"Hide!" ordered Aragorn almost immediately.

"Hurry!" also the voice of Boromir was heard by him.

"Take cover!" again Aragorn ordered.

Everyone, in panic, started running anywhere where they could find a good hideout. Sam quickly grabbed his pans and ran after Frodo behind a rock. Legolas hid under bushes seeing almost everything around. Big, black birds flew up immediately, filling the air with their eerie screech. Finding nothing, they disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

"Spies of Saruman! The passage south is being watched. We must take the Pass of Caradhras." hissed Gandalf concerned.

"Can we stay here for a bit longer?" asked Pippin.

The wizard looked at him, he was afraid of staying here more time unless it was really necessary. But seeing fear in each in his companions, maybe except for Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli, he nodded, agreeing.

"But we cannot linger for too long." he said sitting on a rock.

The fellowship now came back to their activities, with this difference that Merry and Pippin were now talking with Sam and Frodo. Boromir was walking around without any point and Gandalf was discussing something with Gimli. Legolas sat a few meters away from the rest.

Aragorn, seeing his concern, came up to him and sat next to. Legolas looked at him when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" asked the ranger.

The elf sighed deeply but quietly. Of course, he knew the answer. He didn't even know why he asked - it was obvious. And worrying.

"It's.. it's.. Boromir." the elf whispered sadly.

Aragorn discreetly looked back over his shoulder at the human and squeezed his friend's arm.

"Are you afraid of him?"

"I.. I don't know. It's just.. you know.."

"I do." Aragorn smiled lightly sitting next to him. "Do not fear, mellon nîn. I will be always, always by your side. Nobody will hurt you, I swear."

"Somebody already did." his whisper turned into a weak sob. He closed his eyes but opened them when in front of him appeared those people. Every time he was in the dark, he could see their cruel faces, or hear their awful hoarse laughter.

Aragorn's gentle grip on his shoulder got stronger when anger filled his mind.

"I killed them all Legolas. They're no danger for you anymore."

"I know. It's silly, it was a year ago and I still--"

Aragorn would hug him if they weren't with the fellowship. He knew Legolas didn't want everyone to know about it. And if he hugged him, they would probably ask what's going on.

"None of these is silly mellon nîn. They hurt you very much, it's not stupid or silly that you still come back to that day."

"Those five days Aragorn. I've been with them.. for five days... and each was a nightmare. You know... you know what they did to me. I don't want to remember, but I cannot forget." a small tear poured out and streamed down his face.

Aragorn was furious. He killed all of them, but he knew it wasn't enough. They should've suffered much more. Like his friend. Why he must have been that late? He could've done more. He could've been with him that day.

"Please, my friend, give yourself some time. It was traumatic for you. It won't disappear so soon."

"I-"

"Okay, everybody! We must move on. The enemy may be here soon. Quickly, take all your things and follow me." interrupted Gandalf.

"Remember I will always hear you out." whispered Aragorn and stood up.

Legolas did the same and smiled lightly, fighting with his sadness. He couldn't distract himself from the quest. Aragorn was next to him every time. He had no fear of being alone, he only feared humans. He was trying to tell himself that not every human is bad, what was right and he knew that, but it was stronger than him.

He and Aragorn joined the group. Everyone was ready to set off.

"Come on." said Gandalf and started their walk.

"How far these Caradhras are?" asked Pippin.

"You'll see when we get there." answered the wizard not even looking at the hobbit.

"Fantastic. A new adventure." he smiled.

"I would not be so happy, little Peregrin. That means no good." whispered Boromir.

Pippin looked at him and then at Merry who was laughing under his nose at him.

They were at the mountains three hours later. Three hours of silence. Three hours of uncertainty.

"My feet hurt." Merry started complaining all of a sudden.

A snowstorm was really heavy, and the burden of the ring which laid on Frodo got heavier too. All the hobbits were freezing. It was so cold. Everyone where in the deep snow. Everyone except for Legolas. He was an elf, so his steps were so light.

Suddenly, Frodo tripped over and fell rolling fast. Aragorn caught him.

"Frodo!" he said with worry.

"Worry not Aragorn. I'm fine." he answered when the ranger helped him stand up.

However, the hobbit quickly noticed something was wrong. He checked for the ring, but it wasn't on his small chain. It was gone.

Boromir took it from the snow and was gazing at it with a deep, scary look.

"Boromir!" shouted Aragorn.

"It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little thing." he whispered not looking away from the ring.

"Boromir! Give the Ring to Frodo." ordered loudly Aragorn.

Boromir looked at him, being out of his thoughts. He slowly came up to them.

"As you wish. I care not." he said and gave a thing to Frodo.

Then, he turned away and continued his walk, so did the rest. Aragorn released a strong grip he had on his sword, in case of some trouble. He looked at Gandalf, but the wizard quickly turned away and was leading the fellowship again.

"What a blizzard... don't you think mr. Legolas?" asked Sam suddenly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Hm? Yeah, maybe so." he answered quietly, looking at him over his shoulder.

"Maybe?"

"You see Sam, we, elves, don't feel cold. Unless we're badly hurt." he explained smiling. This hobbit was really curious. But he knew he was a good person. And he wasn't human.

"That must be amazing!"

"It depends."

"Have you ever felt cold then?" he asked.

Legolas looked at the snow under his feet.

"Yes." he answered quickly.

"And what it felt like?"

"Like... cold." he smiled again looking into the hobbit's eyes.

He wanted to say "terrible" but no one should know. Only Aragorn, Gandalf, Elladan, Elrohir and Lord Elrond know what happened to him a year ago. And it was too many people.

"Excuse me Sam, but I hear something." he whispered, running away from the hobbit.

He stopped in front of the fellowship hearing some odd sounds. But he wasn't sure what they were exactly.

"What is it Legolas?" shouted Aragorn.

"There is a fell voice in the air..." he told them.

"It's Saruman!" shouted Gandalf.

And suddenly, a big amount of snow started falling from the top of the mountain.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!" said Aragorn.

"No!" he answered and step farther from the group. "Losto Caradhras! Sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith!" he shouted in elvish.

Now, Legolas heard two voices. One of Gandalf, and one of Saruman, who was stronger. He was confused and step aside joining the rest of the fellowship.

When the voices stopped, they saw a huge amount of snow. It was going to bury them all with no exceptions. They didn't even look up, and the white snow, looking as big balls, fell on them, covering the whole area.

Silence fell upon a mountain and there were no signs of the group. It was Legolas, who got out of snow as the first one. He looked around but for a while nobody has been seen.

Finally, Gandalf appeared from this avalanche. Then, he saw Aragorn, hobbits, Boromir and Gimli. All halflings were shivering. In times like this, he was happy he couldn't feel cold.

They climbed off of the snow and looked at one another.

"We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the west road to my city!" shouted Boromir.

Gandalf looked at him silently.

"The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!" answered Aragorn shouting as well.

"If we cannot pass over a mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the Mines of Moria." said now Gimli.

The wizard glanced at him. He was thinking now but he didn't seem to like Gimli's idea.

"Let the Ringbearer decide." said Mithrandir after a second.

Every gaze rested upon Frodo who remained silent, doubtful, scared.

"We cannot stay here! This will be death to the hobbits." Boromir's voice was heard.

Nobody answered.

"Frodo?" the wizard asked, and the halfling glanced at him.

Then, he looked around, watching everybody, still in eerie, impatient silence.

"We will go through mines." he said after a while. He didn't trust Boromir too much.

"So be it." Gandalf nodded but Legola didn't miss the sudden fear in the wizard's eyes.

Everyone started walking down, nobody was talking, they were rather scared. Legolas knew it wasn't going to end well, he just had this feeling...

T.B.C

Dictionary:

Nai Anar caluva tielyanna - May the sun shine on your path

Tenn' enquetielva - Until we speak again