Title:  When The Trees Sang  
by: Nicole 
Feedback: jupiterrain@charter.net 
Rating: PG-13/R

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Part 7

Two more days had passed, since that night, and Garania continued to fade away, drifting more 
and more from them. Aragorn watched Legolas often. His heart went out to him, as he could 
understand well how he must be feeling. He watched as he rode ahead of him, forcing himself to 
remain strong, proud, but inside, slowly crumbling as the pain of Garania slipping away from him 
took him over. He knew that in the end it would surely do him in. They had to stop the king. It was 
the only way.  
 
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After another day or so of travelling, they finally caught up with the armies, who had now grouped 
together from all of the other kingdoms in Middle Earth, and were preparing for the battle that was 
looming ahead of them. Aragorn stopped to speak with one lone Elf, who stood aromoring himself 
with a helmet and sword.  
 
"My friend, what is the word? When will the attack commence?"  
 
The Elf looked up.  
 
"Very soon, my friend. We ready ourselves now, as the king is approaching fast and we have not 
much time to prepare for the attack. He travels with a large band of orcs, and Uruk-Hai. I fear that 
we may not have much of a chance."  
 
Aragorn shook his head at the Elf's faithlessness.  
 
"Do not think this way. We need all the good thoughts that we can get going up against an enemy 
such as this. Fear not. We shall prevail through this, and Middle Earth shall not be taken over by 
evil again. We shall not let it happen. We cannot."  
 
As he finished saying this, a loud yell came out, barely audible over the voices of the army. They 
strained to hear what was being said.  
 
After a few moments, it finally became clearer.  
 
"The enemy approaches from the East! Ready yourself, we will not lose this fight!"  
 
Aragorn ran as fast as he could to where the rest of his friends stood. He gave a quick glance 
towards Garania, whose gaze was fixed upon the East. He could see the fear building in her 
eyes.  
 
"My friends, it is time. As I go into this, I want you to know that you have my protection. Simply 
give the yell and I will come."  
 
He looked again at Garania, her eyes still focused towards the East with a hard gaze. She looked 
at him when he put a gentle hand upon her arm.  
 
"My lady, my friend, remember who you are, and fight with all of your power to resist the power of 
the evil. May strength be with you."  
 
She looked at him weakly, her hand going to her sword.  
 
Legolas grasped his bow tightly, and pulled her to him, bringing her into a deep kiss, before 
releasing her, and watching the mixture of love, and confusion in her eyes. He knew that she was 
slipping further away as they spoke, but he could not bring himself to face it. He didn't have much 
longer to dwell on the matter, however, as suddenly a large sea of yells erupted in the forest, and 
he looked around him and saw that the battle had commenced. He looked quickly back at 
Garania, and offered her some last words of love.  
 
"Melamin, I am with you, no matter how this may end. Know that I love you, and I will love you 
still."  
 
She stared at him, her eyes colder, but with a warmth of love still alive in them. She smiled briefly, 
before watching him run out into the battle. She stood, for how long she did not know, only slightly 
aware of the battle that played on around her. She was brought out of her daze by the sense of 
something approaching behind her. She turned quick enough to instinctively raise her sword and 
remove the head of the creature behind her. She looked down at it, uncaring, and walked slowly 
through the battle, her sword hanging limply in her hand by her side as she went. She watched as 
all around her, dead orcs littered the ground, along with many of the fallen armies. Something by 
a tree in the distance caught her eye. Legolas was on his knees beside the tree, his face looking 
towards the ground. Something inside her stirred as she saw the menacing Uruk-Hai standing 
before him, a cruel grin on his face, pointing a large arrow directly at his heart. She gripped her 
sword at her side, and walked over to where Legolas kneeled on the ground, preparing himself 
for what he knew was coming. She brought herself between him and the arrow, standing like a 
wall of stone between them, staring the Uruk-Hai directly in the eye. 
 
Legolas watched with horror as she did this. He was just about to pull her out of the way of 
danger, when to his shock, he saw the Uruk-Hai cower under her gaze, and lower the arrow, 
bowing before her. His breath caught in his throat when he realized that they knew her as their 
master. A pain ran through him, knowing that she was nearly gone. He had to find the king, and 
destroy him, before Garania's situation became any worse. She turned to him, her eyes cold, 
unyielding. She placed a gentle hand to his cheek, assuring him that there was still some part of 
her left. She left him there, bringing her pace to a run, trying to defend the Aragorn in the attack 
that was now being brought upon him by several large orcs.  
 
Legolas followed her, his bow ready, watching with awe as she battled the orcs, or the ones 
whom did not have the chance to see her face before she ran her sword through them. Her gown 
flew around her as she fought. She felt the presence yet again of something approaching behind 
her.  
 
She raised her sword, prepared to strike, but instead, her breath caught in her throat when she 
saw what was standing behind her. She collapsed to her knees, racked with sobs as her father 
stood cowering over her. In that instant, the battle stopped, and all around watched with shock, 
too afraid to attempt to attack the king.  
 
Aragorn watched with fear as the Elf removed his hood, staring down at his daughter. She looked 
up at him, tears streaming down her face. Legolas watched in pain, his heart wrentching as she 
bowed before him, knowing that there was nothing he could do. The king reached down and 
brought her up to his level, smiling wickedly.  
 
His long brown hair flew out behind him in the wind, and his eyes shone a crystal blue that cast 
icy glares at anyone whom he fixed his gaze on. He was beautiful, much like his daughter, but 
possessed an air of evil that brought fear over all who caught a glimpse of him. He pulled Garania 
away, towards a large black horse that stood near the edge of the trees. Legolas started to run 
after them, but Aragorn grabbed him just in time to save him from running straight into suicide. He 
mounted the horse, pulling a dazed Garania up after him, and rode off, leaving the battle to 
continue behind them. The orcs dropped the battle and went after him, disappearing into the 
distance. Legolas stood, shaken and empty. He watched his beloved wife ride off with that king of 
evil and wished nothing more than to go with her at that very moment, no matter the danger. 
Aragorn had to support him as they walked from the forest, his strength drained. They made their 
way to a small clearing in the woods, where they made camp for the night. Legolas lay at the 
base of a tree, staring up at the sky, refusing to eat or even speak. The rest watched him with 
concern.  
 
"I fear for him now, Gimli. He will most certainly die from grief if we do not find a way to bring 
Garania back, and remove her from the evil clutches of that bastard king."  
 
Gimli nodded, casting a painful gaze towards his friend. In the past few months, he had become 
more like a brother to him than even his own kind, and to see him in this way pained him deeply. 
The hobbits huddled around Aragorn and Gimli, watching Legolas with sympathetic eyes.  
 
"Is there nothing that can be done for him?" asked Frodo quietly.  
 
Aragorn shook his head.  
 
"No, I'm afraid the only thing that can help him now is Garania. Elves are immortal, but there are 
a few things that they are not immune to, and grief is one of them. It will surely mean his 
destruction if we cannot win this war."  
 
The rest of them watched Legolas for a few more moments, and then turned back to the fire to 
make their own beds for the night.  
 
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Garania sat in a large dark room, lit only by a few tall candles placed sparcely around the room. 
Instead of finding the room unappealing, however, she found it welcoming, and felt at home in the 
large, dark castle that her father had brought her to. Before her were several orcs, and her father, 
who was gazing into a large silver bowl, watching something intently. She got up, and walked 
over to where he stood.  
 
"What is it, Father? What do you see?"  
 
He didn't look up, and continued to stare into the reflection in the bowl.  
 
"Come, my precious, look upon this. They wait, wait there in the woods. We will not attack 
tommorrow. We will wait, perhaps another day, maybe more. Then they will not be expecting it, 
and they will be unprepared. They did more damage to us than I had suspected. It will not happen 
again."  
 
Garania looked down into the bowl, which she discovered was much like the one Galadriel 
possessed in her wood. She saw Aragorn, Gimli, and the hobbits huddled around a fire talking. 
Something was missing, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Suddenly she remembered, and 
looked up at her father.  
 
"Where is Legolas? He is not there."  
 
He looked into her eyes, a cold look set there.  
 
"He is there, over by that tree. You will forget him, do you understand me? You are done with 
him. He is against us, and shall be destroyed just like the rest. You will show no mercy to him, is 
that clear?"  
 
She looked at him defiantly, but when she saw the hard gaze casted back at her, she didn't fight.  
 
"Yes, Father. I understand. He is our enemy. He deserves to be crushed like the rest."  
 
The king smiled, happy at the change that had come upon his daughter. He looked her over, 
suprised at her appearance. She looked much like her mother, with her shorter stature and hair, 
but his blood ran through her veins, and that was really the only thing that mattered. He 
remembered the time when he had wished for a son, to defend him in battle, and help him rule 
his kingdom, but after seeing her in the fight today, he was more happier than ever at the child 
that had been born to him. Not only was she beautiful, but she was intelligent, and strong. A 
deadly combination when armed with a weapon in battle. It was only days ago that he had 
watched her travelling with her husband and the rest of her companions, still possessing the light 
that had been bestowed upon her by her grandmother and mother, but now, it had faded away to 
nothing, and the time that he had always known would come about was upon him. She had joined 
his side.

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Part 8

It had been two days since the last attack, and Aragorn was beginning to get suspicious. He knew 
that something was being planned, although they may not be aware of it yet. He worried for 
Legolas, who hadn't eaten since the day Garania was taken, and was growing weaker by the 
moment. Aragorn could stand no more of it, and went over to speak with his friend.  
 
"Legolas, my dear friend, please, why don't you eat?"  
 
The Elf looked up at him, his eyes dull, and a hopeless expression on his face.  
 
"I have no appetite for food."  
 
Aragorn sighed, growing tired of this behavior.  
 
"I understand that you are grieving for your wife, but this will do none of us any good. Not only 
you, but the rest of us as well. We need you. We need your strength in battle, and your sight and 
hearing to lead us on. You cannot go on like this. If I must force the food down your throat then I 
will, but I will not allow you to starve yourself in this way!"  
 
Legolas looked up at him, shocked at his anger, but even more at the fact that it was directed 
towards him. However, this did not encourage him to put food in his mouth.  
 
"I care not. Do what you will. It has no affect on me."  
 
Aragorn had had enough. He sat down beside the Elf, now even more angry than before.  
 
"She is gone! Do you understand that? Gone! Over to the dark side, and she is not coming back. 
She has seen the ways of her father and the evil blood that courses through her veins has drawn 
her to him! She will not return to you! She is a traitor, against you, and against the rest of Middle 
Earth!"  
 
Legolas leapt from his seat at the base of the tree and fired back at the Man.  
 
"LIAR! It is not her doing that she is in that dark castle surrounded by the flames of Mordor! She 
has gone to him unwillingly, and she will return to me! I know that she will! Our love is stronger 
than the power of Sauron and I will damn the creature that tries to keep us apart!"  
 
With that he stalked off to the fire, and grabbed a lemba from the plate, shoving it in his mouth. 
Aragorn tried to keep the chuckle to himself, but it escaped him, and he had to walk away to hide 
his victory from the Elf.  
 
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Mounted steeds lined the entrance to the castle, and dark cloaked riders sat atop them, ready to 
ride into the battle. Garania was at the head of them, beside her father, sitting atop a black horse, 
cloaked in a dark hood, and armed with a sword. Her father sat beside her, armed with a sword 
just a bit larger than Garania's, and bearing breastplates and a helmet of steel, much like the rest 
of their army, but covered in a hood to hide his face. He gave a quick glance at Garania, before 
turning his horse around to face his army.  
 
"Do not fail me! We were nearly defeated at our last battle and I will not have that happening 
again! I will rule Middle Earth! Find them, and destroy them!"  
 
With those words, he let out a loud battle cry, and set his horse into a strong gallop, leading them 
away from the castle. Garania brought her horse up close behind his, and together they rode 
towards the place where the armies were making their camps.  
 
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The armies stood, awaiting the battle. They had sensed the king's arrival before they even saw 
him riding towards them in the distance. They stood, they only sound that could be heard was the 
sound of the approaching horses hooves pounding as they came closer. Aragorn drew in his 
breath, waiting, and Legolas watched with dread as he saw Garania's figure riding atop the horse 
beside her father's. In the next instant, the battle was upon them, and the sound of swords 
meeting echoed over the fields. The king and Garania sat atop their horses, watching the battle 
progress. Something caught Garania's eye, and she rode her horse over to stand beside it. 
Legolas saw her approaching from the corner of his eye, and his heart soared.  
 
"She's coming back to me after all. I knew that she would," he thought as her horse drew nearer. 
He shot an arrow through an orc's throat, and turned to see her right beside him, still sitting upon 
her horse. Any thoughts that he had just had were wiped away when he saw the look on her face. 
He braced himself for what was to come, but she just cast him a cold, hard look, and turned her 
horse back around to where her father was.  
 
The battle continued on into nightfall. When the shadows began to cast themselves over the land, 
the armies began to grow weaker and weaker. Aragorn knew that any hope that they had was 
running out. Somebody had to destroy the king, and quickly, as they did not have much time left. 
He ran to Legolas, who was sword to sword with an opposing enemy, and finished him off for his 
friend, before taking him by the arm, and dragging them away from the fighting. He spoke 
breathlessly, and his eyes were tired.  
 
"Legolas, we must do something. Few of us remain, and their armies are overpowering us. We 
must attack the king."  
 
Legolas nodded, and returned his sword to his side, drawing an arrow and placing it at ready in 
his bow. They crept as quietly as they could to where the king and Garania stood, still atop their 
horses, watching the battle with glee. Aragorn made his way behind the king's horse, and 
somehow managed to scare it enough to knock the king to the ground.  
 
Legolas ran forward towards them, only to be cut off by an orc, who had come to his lord's aid. 
He took down the beast with one arrow, and continued over to where Aragorn stood fighting the 
king.  
 
Garania watched as the Man whom she once considered one of her dearest friends fought her 
father. In the darkness, she could see a figure running towards them, bow in hand. She leapt from 
her horse and pulled her sword from its resting place.  
 
Legolas saw her jump from the horse, and an awful feeling crossed over him. More orcs ran 
towards them, each one swiftly greeted with an arrow located precisely in some part of its body. 
Finally, he made it over to where Aragorn stood, slowly losing the battle. The king was too 
powerful for him to fight alone, and he was nearly done in when Legolas ran up behind them, 
arrow pointed straight at the king. Just as he was about to release it, a figure ran up towards him 
in the darkness, sword beared, ready to defend her father.  
 
Garania knew that her father did not stand a chance up against one of Legolas' arrows, no matter 
how powerful he was. She raced over to him and raised her sword, ready to destroy whomever 
came in the way of her reaching her father's attackers.  
 
Legolas slung his bow over his shoulder quickly, and pulled his sword from his hip. He knew that 
he had no choice. He must fight her, or there would be no hope of winning this battle. They met 
with clashing swords, each one striking back with a force matching the other's blow with as much 
strength as either could muster. Legolas was suprised at the strength she possesed, and feared 
that she would overpower him if he did not keep up the force of his blows. As they stood fighting, 
Gimli, and the four hobbits appeared out of the darkness, hardly believing the scene that they 
saw before them. Aragorn barely had enough strength left to bring one more blow to the king. 
Just in time, the dwarf and halflings ran over and began to aid them in the battle. Despite all of his 
power, the king was no match for all of them, and was quickly overtaken. Just at the time when 
they thought that they could fight no more, Aragorn raised his sword, and ran it through the king, 
watching him fall before him, the life slowly draining from him on the ground.  
 
Garania saw her father fall, and let out a harsh cry. She met Legolas' blows with twice as much 
force as she had before, and was quickly overtaking him. Somehow, after a few more moments of 
fighting, Legolas managed to get himself into a position of power, and suddenly, thinking of 
nothing but the battle that they must win, ran his sword through her middle and watched as the 
expression on her face changed.  
 
She stood before him, their faces nearly touching, the blade of the sword protruding from her 
back. The expression on her face went from a hard, cold glare, to one of pain, and confusion. As 
she slowly slipped away from him, she managed to utter to him quietly, almost inaudible. 
 
"Legolas....why...."  
 
She slid from the blade and landed on the ground in a heap, blood spilling all about her.

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Part 9

Legolas fell to the ground beside Garania, his knees resting beside her. He carefully lifted her to 
him, sobbing quietly. Aragorn, and the rest watched in horror as the life slowly drained from her 
body. Suddenly, the Elf snapped his head up, and lifted his wife, rushing over to a nearby horse.  
 
"Come, she can still be saved." They stood, unmoving. He turned back to them impatiently. "Did 
you not hear what I just said? I am taking her to Lothlorien. You may come with me, or remain 
here, I care not."  
 
With that, he gently laid Garania over the horse, and hoisted himself up behind her with ease. He 
kneed the horse in its side and raced off in the direction of Lorien.  
 
The others stood for awhile, watching him disappear into the distance, before mounting their own 
horses, and galloping off behind him.  
 
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Aragorn, Gimli, and the hobbits stood in the opening of a large gazebo-like room in Lothlorien. 
Garania lay on a small "bed", covered in silk sheets, and flowers. Her body was covered with a 
long, billowing white gown that just barely allowed her toes to be visible, and her hair was situated 
around her, small flowers placed strategically throughout.  
 
Legolas sat, kneeled, in the floor beside the marble bed on which she had been laid upon, his 
head resting upon it, sobbing. Aragorn looked in, shaking his head sadly. Legolas had arrived too 
late. The wound had already left her with a severe loss of blood, and there was nothing that even 
Galadriel could do to save her. All hope was gone. When Legolas had ridden up into Lothlorien 
two days before, Garania had been taken from him, to allow Galadriel to attempt to help her. He 
had fought against their taking her, wanting to remain at her side, but they won out in the end, 
and he was left alone with only Halidir and Celeborn to comfort him. Nearly an hour after they had 
taken her away, one of the Elves assisting Galadriel had approached them, a look of pure 
sadness on her face. Before she had even gotten the words from her mouth, Legolas had 
crumbled to the ground sobbing at her feet. It had taken the strength of both Halidir and Celeborn 
to bring him again to his feet, supporting him, as they led him to the large room where she had 
been placed as the healers tried to save her. He had stayed by her side for every waking moment 
since then, even as they took her into the large, open garden where she was now placed. 
Aragorn was certain that Legolas would not survive this pain, as he had not the strength left to 
fight it.  
 
He walked farther into the garden, taking in the sight of Garania. She still retained every ounce of 
her beauty, and she now possessed a serene look of peacefulness upon her face. The gown that 
she had been dressed in reflected the light shining through the trees and brought a gentle glow 
around her. Her hair and face shone light stars, and a small smile was upon her lips. This 
confused him slightly, but he shook it off, placing a hand on Legolas' shoulder. 
 
"My friend, have strength." 
 
Legolas looked up at him, his face we and stained with tears.  
 
"Have strength? How am I to have strength when all that I retained was held within her? She was 
my light, my hope, my love....my princess. How am I to go on without her face by my side? What 
have I done, Aragorn? How could I have done this?"  
 
Aragorn stared sympathetically at the Elf. He knew what pain he must be feeling, even more so 
since it was his own hand and sword that had slain her. He could not imagine the grief that he 
must be feeling at that moment. 
 
"Legolas, come, you cannot lie here like this forever. You must go on. Remain here in Lothlorien 
for a while, with Galadriel, and perhaps, soon, you shall overcome your grief and be able to move 
on from this."  
 
Legolas looked back up at him once again.  
 
"I would rather die than live one more day without the warmth of her touch. I have done this to 
her, Aragorn. I have destroyed her. I wish nothing more than to lie here with her forever." 
 
Aragorn sighed deeply, and turned away from him, walking back towards the path leading out of 
the garden. He knew that he must go to speak with Galadriel. He could not watch his friend 
crumble before him anymore. Something had to be done.  
 
He approached the palace steps with some trepidation. The queen could be very intimidating at 
times, and since the death of Garania, she had been somewhat distraught from the world around 
her. He saw her, a few feet away, with her back to him. He approached, knowing that she sensed 
him there.  
 
"Aragorn, I know what you come here for. I can hear it in your thoughts. Legolas is slowly slipping 
away, and there is little that we can do for him. There are only three things that can destroy an 
Elf, and grief is one of them. It will surely be the end of him." 
 
Aragorn nodded, as the queen turned around to face him. 
 
"But is there nothing we can do? Perhaps getting him away from Lothlorien would so him some 
good."  
 
"That would only cause him more harm than he is already in now. Separating him from her would 
surely put him over the edge," spoke Galadriel quietly. 
 
Aragorn shook his head in frustration, desperate to find an answer. 
 
"But is there no one who can help?" 
 
Galadriel looked deep into his eyes, reading his thoughts.  
 
"I will tell you something that I had never intended to reveal until the moment had come, but I 
shall do so now, as I feel it could only bring you resolve. Gandalf will arrive here soon. He is, as 
we speak, making the long journey here to Lorien, to see the fallen princess. I believe that he 
knows more than he speaks, even to me. He may hold the answer." 
 
Aragorn smiled a bit, a wave of happiness settling over him. He had not seen the wizard since 
Rivendell, when he had arrived to greet them on their homecoming. Deep down, he knew that the 
wizard would be able to solve the problems that were plaguing them the most. He thanked 
Galadriel, bowed slightly, and turned to leave the palace. As he walked back up the path towards 
the garden where Garania lay, he say five figures standing at the edge, looking sadly in at the 
sight before them. 
 
They had not yet been to see Garania, as it was much to painful a burden for them to bear just 
yet. This was the first attempt that he had seen them make to even come near the garden. He 
walked up behind them, as they watched Legolas, still sobbing on the ground. Never before had 
they seen the Elf so uncomposed, much less even cry. It was almost too much for them to bear, 
and they nearly had to turn back. Had they not seen the Ranger heading towards them, they may 
have done just that.  
 
"We....we wanted to come and see her. I'm afraid to go any closer. Legolas looks as though he's 
lost his mind," whispered Merry quietly to Aragorn, the Man leaning in close to hear. 
 
He gave a kind smile at the hobbit, and rubbed the top of his head gently. 
 
"Do not fear, little one, he will be alright. I promise you that." 
 
With those words, he took the hobbit's hand, and led him and the other four into the small garden 
behind him. Legolas raised his head a little as he heard them approach, but did not turn to face 
him. Pippin walked up beside him, standing on the tips of his toes to see Garania. He gasped at 
the beautiful Elf laying before him. He reached his hand up to gently brush a stray strand of hair 
away from her face, but Legolas noticed this, and swiped his hand away harshly. He turned to 
look at him, his eyes blazing. 
 
"Do not touch her. She is the beautiful the way she is. Leave her as she is."  
 
The halfling backed away, both frightened and hurt at the Elf's reaction. He moved quickly over 
behind Aragorn and watched Legolas from behind his legs. Aragorn stepped forward and tried to 
calm the Elf. 
 
"Legolas, please, do not take your hurt and anger out on him. He did nothing. He only wished to 
see her," he said, raising his hands in defense. 
 
Legolas jumped from his place beside Garania.  
 
"Do not tell me who to take my anger and hurt out on! You do not know what I feel! The one that 
you love still lives, still walks this earth for you to touch and feel her soft skin in the morning! Do 
not presume to tell me this Aragorn, for you DO NOT KNOW!"  
 
He stood staring at them, fire dancing in his eyes, his breathing uneven. Aragorn stood a bit 
shocked at what he had said, trying to take it all in. Perhaps he was right, perhaps he did not 
understand. Arwen was still back in Rivendell, waiting for his return. He knew nothing of the pain 
in which he spoke, for he had thankfully never had the chance to experience it. He gave Legolas 
a comforting look and backed away a bit. 
 
"I am sorry, my friend. You are right, I do not know. I can only imagine what you must be feeling 
right now, as I have never myself experienced the feel of loss that you have suffered. I can only 
grieve with you, and hope that the wounds will mend themselves with time."  
 
Legolas stood still, looking at him, until suddenly, his face contorted, and a fresh stream of tears 
began to fall down his face. Aragorn barely made it over to him in time to catch him as he fell. He 
turned back and spoke to his friends.  
 
"Go, get Haldir and Celeborn. I cannot carry him alone." 
 
They ran off, quickly, to go find the Elves. Aragorn stood, holding Legolas, and trying to keep his 
composure. In a few moments, they returned, and Haldir ran to Aragorn's side. 
 
"We must find him a place to rest, he cannot stay here any longer," said Celeborn, walking slowly 
behind them. 
 
Haldir helped Aragorn to lift Legolas, who was struggling against them with what little strength he 
had left, barely even aware of what he was doing. They managed to carry him back to the place 
where Galadriel had made their beds, beneath a large tree. They laid him down on the soft pile of 
leaves and flowers, trying to make him comfortable. Aragorn turned to Celeborn. 
 
"Do you know when Gandalf will arrive?" 
 
He looked at him shocked.  
 
"How did you know of this?" 
 
"Galadriel informed me of it earlier today. I fear he may be Legolas' only hope." 
 
Celeborn nodded, thinking the same. 
 
"He should arrive sometime tonight, we have his bed ready for him. He is our only hope."  
 
Aragorn looked from him, back down to Legolas, and watched as he lay there, drifting slowly off 
into a fitful sleep.
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