Darkness surrounded all. Faces were barely visible in the almost unbearable shadow. The silence was deafening and whole, all except for the marching; the constant marching that was faint at present, but grew louder and louder with every minute that passed. Fear claimed everyone's hearts – no-one could escape the terror, soldier, wife and child hidden in the caves alike.

The rows of soldiers, vastly outnumbered by the huge Uruk-Hai army marching slowly but surely towards them, stood strong against the blinding darkness before them, even though all hope was lost. All of them were Mortal men, very few of them (if any at all) were trained soldiers. All except two. An Elf and a Dwarf, both highly skilled in battle, stood side by side on the wall facing the on-coming army.

They stood there for what seemed like hours, totally still, totally silent. After a while, as the army drew closer, Aragorn came over to them specially and stood just behind Legolas. We welcomed his friend's presence but still said nothing.

"Well, lad" the Dwarf suddenly said, his voice booming in the silence.

"Whatever luck you live by, let's hope it lasts the night".

Legolas looked down at the Dwarf and smiled briefly. At least the Dwarf was able to find some light in such a dark time. Legolas looked out again and as the lightening struck, Legolas' eyes widened in terror as the entirety of the army was illuminated so its enormity could be clearly seen. The Elf's breathing quickened as he tried to contain himself. Aragorn knew the Elf was scared.

"Your friends are with you, Aragorn" Legolas said, using every ounce of inner strength he had to stop his voice from wavering. He meant this with the whole of his heart.

Legolas was totally alone, deep in his thoughts. He had remained like this for quite a long time now and was not planning to leave it, when he heard a commotion happening outside. Listening with his keen ears, he heard the words "Aragorn" and "He's alive". Excitement and hope flared within Legolas. Could it be? He had never truly believed Aragorn was dead, but was it true? Was he back alive?

His feet sprinted like the hooves of the stag until he reached the entrance to the entrance courtyard to the great stone fortress. Legolas couldn't help but gasp – there he was, clearly injured and exhausted, but he was there. He was alive. Aragorn had not noticed the elf's presence, so the elf remained put. It was so tempting to run forward through the crowd to meet his friend, but he controlled his emotions and remained still, simply staring.

Eventually, Aragorn walked in his direction, his head bent so he still didn't see the Elf until he nearly walked into him. He stopped suddenly and looked up into the Elf's stunningly gorgeous face.

"Le abdollen" the Elf said. (You're late).

Aragorn gave me a slightly puzzled look. Legolas quickly surveyed Aragorn with his eyes, his gaze falling particularly on the nasty blood-stained cut on his upper arm.

"You look terrible" he said, commenting on Aragorn's appearance.

Aragorn grinned and chuckled, which Legolas did also. They were so glad to see each other, so very, very glad …

They clapped each other on the shoulders and Legolas lifted Aragorn's hand to give him something. Aragorn looked into the palm of his hand and his eyes widened as the Evenstar shone back at him. He looked up at Legolas again in astonishment – he thought he had lost it forever. Legolas smiled as he saw the expression on the man's face.

Legolas had found the Evenstar in the hands of the Orc who had nearly killed the mortal. Even though he knew who Aragorn truly loved and even though he knew Arwen did not love him, nor did he truly love her anymore, he took it and returned it to him, for it was still special to Aragorn.

"Hannon le" said Aragorn, thanking the elf.

Legolas bowed his head to his leader.

They swiftly made their way to the King's chambers – Aragorn had some vitally important news to give the King. He told the King the news and they were then forced to travel round the fortress with the King for at least an hour discussing battle plans and defence systems. Legolas was worried for Aragorn – he was exhausted, he needed to rest, he's just fallen off a cliff!

'Let us go' he thought.

'Let him go and lie down and let me heal the best I can'.

Eventually, the King departed to do some other business and the Dwarf went off to explore other areas of the fortress, leaving Aragorn and Legolas alone. Before Legolas could say anything, Aragorn moved close to him and whispered into the elf's ear:

"Come with me" and he began to move off down a deserted corridor.

Legolas followed him until they reached an empty room that Aragorn was using as his chambers whilst they were there. As soon as they were in the room and alone, Aragorn came close to Legolas and their eyes fluttered shut as their noses touched and rubbed against each other. Their breath entwined as they spoke:

"Oh Legolas …" whispered Aragorn. "I felt so alone without you".

"I was afraid – afraid I would never see you again" Legolas whispered back, his arms holding the Ranger round the waist.

"I wanted to ride out and find you – but now I can ride you in a different way …"

Aragorn sighed and all his breath seemed to leave his chest as he felt the sensation he longed for: Legolas' soft, tender, succulent lips pressed firmly yet softly against his own. They kissed passionately, desperate to move closer into one another.

Aragorn lifted his hand to the back of Legolas' head to move him closer into him. Legolas understood and plunged his tongue deep into Aragorn's mouth, almost down his throat. Aragorn died with pleasure and nearly collapsed to the floor as he felt the elf's golden hair, its softness and its perfection, he moaned with undying pleasure into the elf's mouth. Aragorn had always admired the Elves for everything, but Legolas was too good at this. He could never match the Elf for giving pleasure – he was just too good, so very good …

"Legolas …" Aragorn managed to breathe out as they parted for air.