A/N I'm back! I'm also off to see the Hobbit…and Legolas! Anyway, this is a special gift for Legolas on Friday the 13th. This might also help with those of us whose weather is freezing think warm thoughts! Unlike the last story I did durning winter time.

Disclaimer: not mine

Thanks to my beta :)

Seeing Is Believing

Chapter One

"This is the hottest, I swear by the Valar, that I have ever been!" Aragon complained through heavy breathing, tugging at his collar in hope to allow some heat to escape.

"Only to you, Estel." Elladan stated, rolling his eyes. The twins, Aragorn and Legolas had chosen to spend some time away from Imladris when the elven prince and come to visit them, hoping to escape the bustling house hold for a while. The weather, which had started out hot, but bearable, had becoming increasing stifling the longer they traveled.

Aragorn growled, swiping at the sweat beading on his brow before running his hand through his disheveled hair as he climbed a small hill, trampling the brown, shriveled up grass underneath his feet. "When I pass out because of a heat stroke, you will no longer be laughing." He muttered, yanking his water skin out and taking a deep drought.

"Don't worry, next time we are together we can go somewhere nice and freezing cold!" Legolas called from behind the man, clapping his shoulder as he pasted him.

"Thanks…" came the sarcastic reply as Aragorn rolled his eyes. Elrohir laughed at that, shaking his head as the human started forward again.

"At least this time we are here to keep you out of trouble!" he teased a bright gleam in his eyes.

"What, Aragorn get into trouble?!" Legolas called back, springing up on a rock and turning around to face the others.

"Shut up, elf!" the human growled in frustration. "Let's ―let's just keep moving until we find shade, because then I won't feel like forcing all three of you to feel misery like I am right now1." He finished stomping past his friend and brothers. The streaming hot weather was making the young man grumpy and only slightly jealous that the elves were totally immune. Legolas just rolled his eyes, throwing the man a humored expression.

Only an hour later they stopped, it was stifling hot and Aragorn was threatening to do something serious unless they made camp, preferable somewhere shady. Besides, there was no need for them to hurry anywhere.

Aragorn flopped down under a straggly tree, sighing with relief in the minuscule amount of shade. He was hot. Grabbing his water skin, he was half tempted to pour it over his head but was refrained from doing so as he spotted Legolas walking his direction.

"Do not make me get up right now, or else I might kill you." He murmured, only half-joking. "You elves who are so superior to humans can do the work." Legolas laughed lightly, tugging the man's water skin from his hand.

"You need a bath. You stink of sweat." Legolas said, wrinkling up his nose. Laughter behind them made them look up.

"Not you too…" Aragorn groaned, knowing that this would not be the last he heard about it. Elladan and Elrohir just shrugged, devilishly grins crossing their faces, before going back to setting up camp. Legolas rose from where he was next to the man.

"I'm going in search of more water; we are running low and haven't found any yet today." He explained at the man's questioning look. He already had his and one of the twin's with him as he would be leaving a full on behind. No one made a reply to his statement as Elladan started a fire and Elrohir worked on dinner. Aragorn had his eyes closed again against the heat, attempting to conserve the coolness and shade.

As Legolas walked away, he smiled hearing Aragorn complain,

"Why do we need to start fire, it's already too hot, wait until it has cooled down some!"

The prince snickered, shaking his head and lengthening his steps as he headed west in search of precious water. He needed to hurry if he wanted to get back any time soon, as he expected he would need to search far and wide before he found any of the liquid, as most of the small streams in the area had dried up.

Legolas was proved correct in his thinking. He had been traveling for a good hour when he crested a hill and came to an abrupt halt. The ground dropped sharply off, changing into a gully…and just past it one the horizon as a faint shimmer, which could only mean water.

Finally! He elf thought, carefully making his way down the steep incline. The slope was made of soft sand and lose rock, making the descent treacherous.

Reaching the ground safely, Legolas began to clamber up the other side quickly, humming softly to himself. The climb was hard, making his breathe came in shorter gasp than normal and his muscles began to ache, for the hill was steep and the ground lose, causing it to slide out for under his feet if he tried to put too much wait on it.

Scrambling over the side, Legolas took a moment to breathe deeply, glad to be out of the deep gully. A light breeze teased his hair, making it float back behind him, as the sun began to lower in the sky, staining the sky red and gold. Legolas smile at the sight, as he hurried over to the slow-flowing stream, eager to refreshing his thirst and get back to the son's of Elrond.

Despite his hurry, Legolas took a moment, feeling the cool water brush his finger tips. It felt good. Filling all three of the water skins the prince swung them over his shoulder, raising gracefully to his feet and preparing to make his way back.

Suddenly he froze the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. Swiveling on his heels he turned slowly and quietly, swinging his bow and notching an arrow while doing so. Something was out there…

Almost instantly, he caught sight of a glowing pair of large, yellow eyes. Legolas's blue eyes narrowed instantly as he stretched his yew bow out, the tip of the arrow brushing against his cheek as he pinpointed the creature right between the eyes, waiting to shoot until he knew for sure what it was. The creature was hidden in the long, dead, grasses, making the vegetation shake as it moved forward, creeping ever so slowly towards its prey.

The creature suddenly leapt, jaws gaping widely with sharp, yellowing teeth glinting in the dying light, the fur covering its body was matted and filthy. The warg was half-way through the air when the elf's arrow lodged itself in his throat. It crumpled down, letting out a sharp, gasping, yowl before breathing its last. Legolas drew another arrow, keeping his senses out as he stepped over to the dead animal.

Wargs don't usually travel alone… Legolas thought, his brow creasing as he sensed something behind him. Whirling around, Legolas froze. Two mean looking wargs were running straight for him, letting out distinct howls of their own as they caught the stench of death, making their small minds go crazy for blood.

Firing another arrow, the prince did not have time to see if it hit or not before dropping to his stomach as a whoosh of air passed over his head. A fourth warg had leapt over his head, hitting a ground with a thud.

Re-notching a third arrow, Legolas and the wargs stood still, measuring the other up. The wargs were thin and ragged, obviously in need of a good meal, unfortunately for Legolas; he was the only edible thing around.

The animals stocked together, beginning to position themselves around the prince, and making sure he couldn't make a run for it. They were desperate and blood crazy form the death of their own kin, a nasty combination for an already deadly animal. Legolas's bow was pulled to full but still waited for the opportune moment to do something, skillfully changing targets from one second to the next as the wargs circled him.

Finally, after several tenses seconds, a warg leapt. Letting the arrow fly, Legolas did not have time to watch if it struck true as a different warg hurtled forward, using the elf's distraction to catch the side of his head with a heavy paw, knocking the elf down. Before it could do much else, however, Legolas was sticking the arrow through its neck.

Blood began to drip into the elven prince's eye from a deep cut from the warg's claws, hindering his sight as he pulled another arrow back, firing yet again.

It missed by a millimeter, scratching a warg as if flew past. But now the time for arrows was over and he dropped the wooden weapon to the ground, pulling his twin knives free he clutched them in his fist, practically daring the animals to come for him with his body action, which they gladly did.

The fight was short but furious and within in a few moments another warg was dead, but not without leaving its mark. Three deep gashes were spilling blood from Legolas's forearm, staining the sleeve on his tunic a deep crimson and making his grasp in the knife slippery.

Spinning around to face the last one, he found that he was too late. The warg had leapt before Legolas had even finished his turn, crashing into him and sent them both sprawling dangerously close to the edge of the cliff.

The warg howled, his breath almost making the sensitive elf gag, and lowered his great jaws towards the elf below him, ready to end his life with a snap of the powerful teeth. Legolas hands wove themselves into the wargs matted hair, struggling to push its head away from his exposed neck as they wrestled. Dust billowed up around them from the dry ground, hiding the danger they were truly in as the cliff edge come closer and closer.

Legolas held the warg off, attempting to smash the wargs head into the ground hard enough to stun it, allowing him precious seconds to pull out a weapon. But abruptly there was not ground, as he was falling through mid-air, hitting the ground hard a second latter.

The two were pulled harshly apart as they rolled over and over again, practically falling down the steep incline as their descent kicked up more rocks and dust, chocking the air around them. The ground began to slide with them, creating even more havoc as small rocks joined in.

Legolas struggled to breath as it was knocked form his body with each hit to the ground. The rocks were unmercifully tearing into his skin and bruising his body as he rolled faster and faster, unable to stop though he desperately tired. Digging his hands into the rocky earth Legolas hissed in pain as the rocks tore through the skin on his hands, his body weight and gravity forcing him to continue the downward decent.

The warg was not faring much better. It howled and yowled as it smashed into the ground, but suddenly that howl was silenced forever as the wargs head smashed into a large rock. Its neck snapped with a crack and the warg died.

However, the warg's death snowballed and caused more troubled for Legolas dead than alive. When the wargs heavy weight landed fully against the rock, it broke the perfect balance that it had before processed. With a groan the heavy boulder tipped over, joining the tumble, which knocked loss million of loose rocks that neither the warg nor Legolas would have been able to.

Legolas missed it all, drawing in sharp breaths as his now hurting body protested against the abuse. His head was spinning dizzily and he did not believe that he would be able to walk straight once he hit the ground for good. Suddenly he felt sliding to a suddenly stop, head down, practically at the end of the hill. Coughing harshly, he tried to sit up, tried to see what had stopped him but before he could do anything and large stone flew through the air and connected sharply with his temple and he slumped back, unconscious.

What he did not see was the two large rocks, firmly in ebbed in the ground, had made the perfect v-shape to trap Legolas's ankle after the rest of his body had gone over it. The loud crack that resounded was lost among all the other thunderous noises. All the loose rocks continued to cascade down the hill soon all but burying the prince with their heavy weight, covering the trapped ankle and securing it place.

When the silence finally descended it left a horrifying sight. Legolas lay still on the ground; rocks surrounded him up to almost his neck, blood dripped from slash above his eye and from the many cuts he had received on the trip down. Gray dust clung to his body, darkening where it stuck to the blood that also covered Legolas's body. This, along with the rapidly forming bruises, made the prince almost blend in with the ground and surrounding rocks.

SEEINGISBELIEVING

Back in camp, Aragorn and the twins began to feast on a dinner of meat and fruit. The human's early grumpiness had died down now that the heat of day had faded into late evening and he began to wonder about the were about of his elven friend

"Where do you think Legolas got off too?" he asked his brothers, biting off a strip of meat.

"It probably took a while for him to find some water." Elladan replied with a shrug. "Don't worry about him, the prince can take care of himself."

"Besides, he's probably either watching the stars or found a tree in which to sleep." Elrohir joked cheerfully. "If he's not back this evening then he will be back by morning, just you wait and see."

TBC…

Great…you guys are in a lot of trouble, cause this is only the first chap and I'm already dropping cliff hangers… whoops, whoops, whoopies doodles!

As alwasy, feel free to tell me about any mistakes I have.