This my first try at this kind of fan fiction. I have other chapters ready that promise to be longer and more exciting. This is kinda a cross between action and angst. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters no matter how much I want them.

It was a cloudy afternoon on the borders of the

fair city of Rivendell. Aragorn and

Legolas had been on a hunting trip, in which

Legolas was wounded on his arm. The

wound was not serious and he was suffering no ill

effects. They decided that since they

were near Rivendell, they better have Elrond look

at it to be safe.

When they reached Rivendell,

something was amiss. The two friends immediately

noticed the lack of noise. All was silent. Normally

the air would be filled with the sound

of laughter and singing, but there was nothing.

Legolas immediately noticed the worried look on his

friend’s face. Aragorn was silent, but quickened his

pace.

A few moments later, they

discovered the reason for the uneasy silence. On

entering the house of Elrond, they were met by a

grim elf. Legolas didn’t recognize him,

though Aragorn seemed to.

After a brief and private

conversation, Aragorn turned a grave face to the

young elven prince and hurried down the hall.

Legolas had never seen his friend like

this before and looked to the healer for an

explanation…

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