Legolas' pov

The Riders surrounded us, pointing their spears in our faces.

"What business do a Dwarf, Man and an Elf have in Rohan?" The leader, who if I remember correctly was called Èomer, said loftily.

Gimli stepped forward. "Give me your name horse master and I will give you mine!"

Èomer slid off his horse and pulled out his sword. "I would cut off your head if it was a raised higher off the ground!" He taunted mockingly.

I felt a sudden rage wash over me. I strung my bow and pointed an arrow in his face. "You would die before your stroke fell!"

Suddenly one of the Riders pushed forward. The figure's face was hidden in the deep cowl of his hood. The figure's frame was too slender to be a Man, I realized upon closer inspection. It must be a girl under that hood. Though it struck me as odd I decided not to question it.

The girl pushed back her hood, it was Linwë! I stared in disbelief. How could this be?

"Hello, Legolas," she said, jumping off the horse. The Riders moved back giving us more space to move. She walked over to me. I moved to embrace her, but she pulled out of my reach, giving me an indifferent look.

I frowned, somewhat hurt. What was wrong with her. Aragorn questioned Èomer if he had seen Merry and Pippin.

He informed us that they killed and burned the raid of orcs. There were no survivors except Linwë.

Aragorn looked at her skeptically. She was hiding something. They gave us a warning that Theoden King was now corrupted, then they gave us two horses, then rode off.

I mounted Arod and Aragorn mounted Hasufel. I looked at Linwë with pleading eyes. She gave me a cold look and climbed on behind Aragorn. I sighed sadly as Gimli took a seat behind me.

Linwë's POV

As we rode I told Aragorn that Merry and Pippin escaped. That was all I told him of that night. I wished not to speak of it.

Later in the day he started questioning me again, but not on the matter I had anticipated. "You have been heedless towards Legolas of late, why is that?"

Legolas left me behind, he wasn't there to stop the orcs, he did a rubbish job of trying to find me! I just shrugged, not wanting to voice my inner thoughts.

Aragorn shook his head. "He loves you, do you know that?"

I mumbled that I did, not wanting to admit to Aragorn that I still loved Legolas.

"You should cherish that while you can, before the world grows dark..." He said, trailing off into thought.

I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. Why did love have to hurt so much?

A/N
I bet thats not what You expected is it? Sorry for the depressing chapter but I didn't really have a plot so I just went with it. BTW, do you like the new cover I made?
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