"Aragorn!" I yelp.

I realize I've landed on him. His face was buried in the mud.

"It is good to see you Legolas, but-" He points to me.

"Sorry." I stand up and dust myself off.

He looks at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You look terrible." He says.

I let out a small chuckle.

"Do you mind?" I ask gesturing my bound hands.

He cuts them with one of his many knives.

"Thank you." I breathe. 

I let out a breath. Though the pain bursts and I almost fall to the ground if Aragorn doesn't catch me. He limps me over to a stone. I gasp in the air. He moves my hand from my wound. The blood has turned darker and blacker.

"What magic is this?" He asks.

"A sickness. A disease." I hiss through the pain. 

I hear an orc yell.

"We must hurry to your father." He lifts me up. 

"Where is Gimli?" I ask.

"He's on his way with Radagast." Aragorn answers. 

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I let out a breath as I take up my bow. Why must you make things so complicated Legolas? I was just about to make you perfect. We would be the most powerful elven brothers in all the earth. Why are you resisting the power I could give you? I could make you a living god. As I pull the arrow, I see it forming an arrow.

"Forgive my brother." I say.