The Path That Need Chooses by Ecri (See part 1 for disclaimer.)

Author's Note: Anything that seems familiar, especially lines of dialogue, are right from the movies or the book. All ideas are inspired by the book and the movies. Any lines or scenes that I have taken directly from any other source or are too similar to scenes from the films are in italics. No disrespect is intended.

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Part 8

Lorien was a welcome sight when finally they reached it. Legolas felt his spirits lift at the sight. He sensed movement moments before he perceived they were surrounded. His bow was up and aimed as he realized he was also someone's target. It was somewhat unnerving to have an elf in his sights and know that he was also an elf's target.

He listened carefully as Aragorn spoke to Haldir, but his attention, and his arrow, never wavered from the elf standing before him.

The tension gradually eased as, somehow, Aragorn convinced Haldir to escort them deeper into the Golden Wood. It was only further on, when Haldir greeted him personally, that Legolas could sense some unspoken anxiety from his friend. The evil of the ring Frodo bore was not welcome by the Elves of Lorien.

Their audience with Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel was both less and more hopeful than Legolas had anticipated, but seeing the Lady brought to him a sudden realization. As he looked into her mesmerizing eyes, his tired, grief-stricken mind told him that before him stood the vision that had come to him all those years ago when he had been trapped in darkness. She had appeared to him, helping him to hang on to hope. As he looked into her eyes, and this sudden insight dawned, he knew she had acknowledged this perception though she had spoken no word of it, nor given any other physical indication. It was as a meeting of minds and hearts.

He spoke to Celeborn and Galadriel of Gandalf's fall, and was heartened by the Lady's declaration and mild rebuke that Gandalf's path had not been needless. Even with such a notion, his grief was great, and he could not hide it from these most revered of elvenkind.

**

Aragorn helped the hobbits settle in their camp at the base of a mallorn tree, which, after the dark depths of Moria, seemed comforting and safe.

The Ranger watched as Legolas told the Hobbits he could not translate the lament for Gandalf. His concern for his friend was great, but he knew he should not force the elf to speak of his grief. He would settle for sparing a concerned eye when he could.

Legolas, once sure his companions were comfortable, climbed into a nearby flet, having been coaxed by his people to join them for the evening. It was a comfort to him to be again among elves, and he allowed their presence to sooth his tattered spirit. Moria would have been hard enough for him had he not believed on some level that the evil he'd faced years ago would return. That burden as well might have been easier to face now that he had left the mines behind him if Gandalf had lived.

As he and the other elves settled down to speak and sleep, his eyes drifted again and again to the stars above his head, and he felt great relief that, unlike Mirkwood, Lorien elves lived in the treetops. His kin grew curious to hear of his journey for the Elves of Mirkwood did not often visit Lothlorien. They had questions about his travels and the strange company he kept, but he would not disclose the purpose of their quest, claiming only that Lord Elrond had sent them.

When their queries caused him to divulge that they had traveled through Moria, the elves gasped in shock and surprise.

Haldir spoke of it first. "You spent four days traveling through Moria in the company of a dwarf?" He shook his head in incredulity. "You must tell us how you managed to survive such an ordeal!"

Legolas appreciated the sympathy, and even more appreciated that they skirted around the facts of Gandalf's demise. Somehow they knew or sensed that the Wood Elf was not yet ready to speak of it, and they respected this. He did not wish to discuss Moria, but he did, knowing it was news they would tell to others once he'd gone. An elf traveling through mines with a dwarf, even if unwillingly, was a tale that would be oft repeated.

It was in recounting the journey that he realized his companions had seen him through it. It was only now clear to him that the Hobbits incessant questions, comments, and quibbles had been meant as a distraction. He could recall several moments when he'd seen several of them, especially Merry, casting a concerned glance at him.

Boromir, too, had talked to him of Minas Tirith and his brother, yet had asked all manner of things about elves in general and Mirkwood elves in particular. The man, like the hobbits, had known something troubled him and had set about keeping him from dwelling on it.

Aragorn's concern had been more direct, but then he and the Ranger had been friends for decades, and he had known the bulk of the story. He was not intimidated by elves, and was more comfortable talking directly to Legolas if there was something that needed discussing.

Even Gandalf, Legolas realized, stifling an intense burst of grief at the thought of the Istar, had brightened the light at precisely those moments when he'd felt himself fading. He'd offered a kind word or two of encouragement when he could, and he had let Legolas know that he understood the connections the Prince's mind had drawn to his first imprisonment in a cave.

The Fellowship had supported him. Even Gimli had become less vociferous in his objections to the very existence of elves after he'd learned what had happened to Legolas. It was likely the dwarf suspected Legolas had exaggerated, but he seemed to know something had happened.

As he settled in the flet to sleep again under the stars and among his own kind, Legolas felt the beginnings of healing enter his heart and soul.

**

The next morning, Legolas awoke to feel the sun's gentle touch upon his face. The difference between awakening in the trees of Lorien rather than the mines of Moria was enough to make the elf giddy. The giddiness subsided quickly, replaced by sorrow at the memory of Gandalf's fall as he recognized the lament, which the Elves of Lothlorien still sang.

He rose then, and, though the flet upon which he'd slept was already high in the tree, he leaped into the branches and climbed still higher. When he'd reached the very top, he sat motionless and stared at the vista before him sorting through the raw emotion of the last four days.

When first he'd realized they'd be traveling through Moria, he had been filled with dread. The very idea had brought back vivid recollections of his experience blindfolded, bound, and gaggedand of the days immediately following.

**

Flashback

A day or so after Mithrandir had found him, he'd awoke to hear his father telling Aglarelen, his oldest brother, what had happened to him. They spoke in hushed tones in an obvious attempt to keep from waking him. Legolas did not catch all of their words, though he assumed it was a lack of concentration on his own part. Aglarelen had sounded distraught about something. He and Legolas had always been very close for elves of such a differing age. Thranduil's heir was 2500 years older than his youngest sibling.

He'd listened silently, watching the two as they argued unaware of Legolas' attentions. It was only when Aglarelen had turned gesturing towards what he'd assumed was his sleeping brother that he saw Legolas' clear, thoughtful eyes resting on him.

He smiled and moved to his brother's side followed swiftly by Thranduil.

"Did we wake you, gwanurnin?" (My brother)

Legolas ignored the question. "What worries you?"

Aglarelen's surprise was evident. "What worries me? We have been searching for you for days." He drew nearer to the bedside. "You worry me, brother. How do you feel?"

" Avo 'osto "(Don't worry.)

Thranduil interrupted his sons. "Legolas, you have not answered your brother's question. How do you feel?" His eyes never left his son's, and the fear that had gripped his heart over Legolas' well being had not lessened.

As Legolas considered the question, fear grew in his eyes. "Adar, there is a dark memory

"Think of the light my son."

"I try. I do. But my heart is full of dread and fear."

Thranduil looked down at his youngest son. "There is nothing to fear, Legolas. You are safe again, and I mean to keep you safe for all the rest of your days."

"Adar" Aglarelen warned, knowing of what his father spoke.

Thranduil did not heed his son's warning. He was filled with fear himself for Legolas, indeed for all the elves of Mirkwood. "I will declare it unlawful for an elf to travel alone in Mirkwood, and you will not leave this realm again unless it is to sail to the West."

"Adar!" Legolas called to his father only to find himself talking to the King's back as he exited his youngest son's room.

Aglarelen watched his brother's face as Legolas stared after the departing King. "His actions stem from worry and love, Legolas."

"I know. I do. But this will solve nothing when the darkness of Dol Guldûr threatens usit will weaken our defenses against the Enemy if our people simply hide in thesecaves."

"Legolas," Aglarelen took his brother's hand in his own. "You could have been killed. If Mithrandir hadn't found you, wargs, spiders, or any number of evils may have stumbled upon you" His voice softened, anger fading at the thought of how close he had come to the unthinkable. "I would not lose you, too."

Legolas swallowed. "Henion, gwanurnin. I would not lose you, either, but I am home now."

(I understand, my brother.)

"They beat you, bound you, and left you defenseless in the depths of a cave" Aglarelen stopped speaking when Legolas closed his eyes, his jaw tightening, in response to his brother's words. This ordeal had cost Legolas more than Aglarelen had thought. "Legolas"

"I am recovered."

"I think not."

Legolas opened his eyes. "NoI suppose I am not."

His voice sounded so wistful and forlorn that Aglarelen's heart shattered at the sound. "You have but to name your desire and it is yours, gwanurnin."

"I wish to sleep where I can see the stars."

"I do not know if you are well enough to sleep among the trees."

"AglarelenI must. The starsthe sunI was cut off from them for six days. I saw only the blackest darknessand there was a shadow there that would devour my very soul. To sleep within these walls" Legolas broke off choking back a sob, and holding back the tears that stood in his eyes, as he gestured at the stone walls that, to him, seemed to be growing thicker and darker and closer.

Aglarelen needed to hear no more. Legolas had always derived a special pleasure in sleeping among the branches of the highest trees in Mirkwood. If that was what he needed, Aglarelen would give it to him.

He helped Legolas from the bed, and all but carried his brother amidst Legolas' protestations. "Silence, Legolas. If you want to see the stars this night, hold your tongue."

Legolas uttered not another sound as he allowed his brother to support him and lead him outside. Once there, Aglarelen directed Legolas to the base of his favorite tree, and together they swung up into the lower branches. In a few moments they settled near the top. Legolas was breathing only slightly heavier than usual, and held a hand to his ribs. They would be healed in another day or two, and they did not cause him pain so much as a dull ache.

Aglarelen took in his brother's reaction to his surroundings. His pallor was all but gone. His breathing was evening out, and he sported the slightest of smiles.

Aglarelen smiled, shaking his head. "You are a wonder, Legolas."

Legolas' smile grew, but his gaze never strayed from the stars. "Whatever could you mean by that?"

"Youthrive out here. You must hate the palace."

"I do nothate itexactly. I amuncomfortable at the best of times. At the worst of timesI must get away. Why do you think I accept so many invitations to visit Imladris?" He turned then and looked at his brother, and even Aglarelen felt surprise at the ethereal beauty of his youngest brother. "AglarelenI love Mirkwood. I would see it restored to its former splendor. I would see Greenwood the Great rise again." He looked back towards Thranduil's hall. "I would not, however, see our father disregard common sense just to keep me safe! I will not see him turn into a petty tyrant. He heads that way since Naneth and Lindëriel" He did not finish the thought. When he'd successfully suppressed the grief that came to him with thoughts of his mother and sister, he shared a sad smile with his brother. "My words stem from worry and love, Aglarelen." (Mother)

Laughter was a sweet release for them both as Aglarelen recognized his brother's words. "Aye, gwanurnin. That I know. Ú-'osto. I will speak to him, and we will see if Mithrandir has any advice for us. Curfews are impractical at best, and he well knows it is impossible to get you to stay where you do not want to be." (Fear not.)

Legolas shivered slightly, and Aglarelen stared at him. "My brother, why do you shiver."

"Naught but a memory, Aglarelen."

"Share it. Mithrandir said you should not keep it inside. That cave was"

"Evil. Well I know it." He sighed, shifting his weight and staring intently at the stars as though afraid that, were he to look away, they would each blink out of existence. He told his brother then all that he could remember. Physical pain, sounds, smells, things he thought he had imagined, details of the dark shadow that had plagued him within the cave, and the memory of the Black Speech somehow telling him the evil would take him.

Aglarelen's heart ached to hear it. Mithrandir had told him and his father that had he been but a little later in arriving, he might not have pulled Legolas back from the abyss. While reliving the horrors, however, Legolas mind latched onto another, less grim memory.

A small smile tugged at the young elf's mouth, and Aglarelen felt himself responding in kind. "What? What causes you to smile?"

"I was remembering the vision."

"How can darkness make you smile so brightly?"

"Nay, not that." He looked at his brother, searching his eyes to judge how much he should share. He should have known better. Eventually, he shared everything with Aglarelen. "When I was sure I would be consumed, I saw a vision of the loveliest elf I have ever seen. She spoke to me. She told me to come back to the light, and said that there was yet need of my strength." He pondered the words. "I know not what she meant."

"Neither do I, but I am glad you listened to her!"

Legolas smiled and looked again at the stars. They were bright and close and comforting, He wondered how anything evil could exist while such beauty shone down upon all of Arda. He leaned closer to his brother, resting his head on Aglarelen's shoulder and breathing deeply of the scent of life around him.

Aglarelen was gladdened by Legolas' joy. His brother had required neither such help from him nor his shoulder to lean upon in many seasons. He knew his brother's eyes rested upon the stars, and, as he watched them as well, he felt Legolas slip into a peaceful elven sleep.

For a long time neither moved. Eldest brother watched over youngest with an affection and strength that did more to heal then either could ever suspect. It was only when a soft sound reached Aglarelen's ears that he turned away from his brother.

There, on the next branch, across from Legolas, sat Thranduil. The surprise on Aglarelen's face brought a soft chuckle from the older elf. "Surely the sight before you is not so strange as that, Aglarelen. I have climbed trees before!"

"Not in Legolas' lifetime, Ada. I am sure of it."

"Has it been so long?" He was lost in thought a moment, but shook it off. "When I saw his room empty, I guessed where you had gone," he said, nodding toward Legolas, who still rested against his brother's shoulder.

"He could not rest inside. The room was too like a" The Prince hesitated to finish the thought.

"You may say it. A cave. He was never happy there." The King sighed. "I have done what needed doing. If we can but defeat the Enemy, we can return Mirkwood to the splendor that was Greenwood the Great."

Legolas stirred then, his head snapping up when he saw the unexpected sight of his father sitting in the tree next to them. "Ada?"

The King laughed. "I see I should spend more time among the trees myself if the sight of me perched here is so stunning to young eyes."

"I meant nothing"

"Legolas, I have reconsidered what I said earlier, though I would prefer that you not travel great distances alone."

"Imladris is hardly a great distance" He stopped himself, realizing what his father was saying. "That isI will be more careful."

Thranduil smiled. "I love you, my son. You have brought great joy to my life, and I could not bear to lose you."

Legolas made to offer some reassurance that he was well, but Thranduil had not finished. "I had decided, if you were not restored to me, and if by some miracle, the grief of such a loss did not kill me, I would have sought the peace of the Undying Lands."

"Adar!" Legolas and Aglarelen exclaimed in unison.

"Happily, you are restored to me, and I am not yet ready to sail into the West." Thranduil's gaze fell on his sons, and he stared intently enough to ingrain the image of the two, one still supporting the other, deeply into his memory. This would become one of his most treasured moments, he knew.

Thranduil sighed, and shifted his weight, preparing to climb down again. "After a few weeks, if you wish to return to Imladris, you may go." He paused as if unsure he should say more, but in the end, he had to be true to his own wishes. "But you must take an escort." With that, he was gone, moving swiftly through the branches.

Thranduil reached the ground and began to head towards the palace, when Legolas appeared in front of him, having raced down after his father. "Adar, thank you. I promise to be careful."

"I know, my son."

The two stared at each other in silence for several moments before simultaneously reaching out to each other and sharing a fierce embrace.

"I love you, Adar."

"And I love you, my little Green Leaf." When they pulled apart, Thranduil gestured for the tree in which Aglarelen still waited. "Now, go on, and get some rest."

Legolas flashed a brilliant smile, full of life and light and joy. In moments he was gone, racing again to the treetops.

Thranduil listened to the soft laughter and singing of his sons.

End Flashback

**

Legolas clearly remembered the evening he'd spent in that tree with his brother. His heart ached to see Aglarelen again, but he had gone to the West, leaving Middle-earth behind less than twenty years after that night. He wondered what his eldest brother would think of this quest, and what he would say if he revealed that Galadriel, the Lady of the Wood, had been the elf in his vision all those years ago.

His eyes strayed up towards the sun, but his hearing picked up a conversation below. The Hobbits were speaking of breakfast, trying to explain to Boromir why a properly run Hobbit home required two breakfasts a day. Legolas listened to the exchange, but his gaze lingered on Frodo.

He has made a vow to protect Frodo and see the One Ring destroyed as a representative of all his people. The agony of Mithrandir's death, and his own ordeal in Moria, had driven the purpose from his mind. Though the grief was still near, he would see this quest through to the end. He would do as he had vowed. He was part of a Fellowshipthe nineeight, he amended with a brief surge of agony as his mind replayed Mithrandir's fallThe Eight had need to stick together.

Mithrandir had said that they would follow the path that need requires, and Legolas saw the wisdom in the words.

From his perch, he saw Aragorn approaching the Hobbits, Gimli beside him. The path that need requiresGandalf had said much to him in his long life, and need required that he take the Istar's advice even after his death. With one last look at the sun as it climbed higher in the sky, he descended swiftly and silently, disturbing not a single leaf as he went.

He leaped from the lowest branch to land amidst his companions, surprising not a few of them. Only Aragorn seemed unaffected by the elf's sudden appearance.

Legolas caught Aragorn's eye and nodded slightly. Aragorn rightly read the nod and the look in his friend's eye. He allowed himself a smile and a slight nod in his friend's direction.

Legolas then crossed the distance between them, and to Aragorn's consternation, engulfed the man in a warm embrace. He placed his mouth near Aragorn's ear whispering so that only his friend would hear. "I thank you for your concern, Gwadornin. I am well." (My brotherwhen referring to a close friend, but not a blood relativelike blood brother.)

He pulled away, enjoying the sight of his friend blinking in surprise.

With a laugh, he turned his attention to the Hobbits. "Master Samwise, the aroma of your breakfast has wakened my hunger!"

Sam quickly handed him a plate as Pippin explained. "You were up in that tree too long! This is Second Breakfast."

Legolas laughed again and listened to the light-hearted banter of the Hobbits as he ate. After several moments, he managed to participate in the conversation. "My friends, thank you for your help through Moria."

Merry spoke first. "We didn't do anything, Legolas. You saved all of us at one point or another."

"He's right!" Sam interjected. "We probably hurt more than helped. You big folk always seem to be defending us."

"Oh, Sam," Legolas began, concerned that the brave hobbits could think so ill of themselves. "You do not truly believe that! You were more of a help than you can know. I will remember this for all the days of my life."

Frodo smiled warmly at the elf. "We're glad, Legolas. We were worried about you, especially after we heard what you had been through. If we helped in some small way, I'm glad for it."

"We Hobbits stick by our friends!" Pippin declared. "And though we can't offer much, we offer whatever we can."

Legolas smiled warmly at them. "No one can offer more, Pippin."

Aragorn watched his friend carefully. He was behaving most uncharacteristically. The Ranger wished Gandalf were here so he could discuss this with him. He glanced around the camp and noted Boromir was also gazing concernedly at the elf. They had been walking together much in Moria. Aragorn considered speaking to the man to determine if he had any insights that Aragorn himself had not seen.

He made his way over to the other man, noting his discomfort. They'd spoken about it before. Boromir was uncomfortable in the Golden Wood.

"Boromir," he called by way of greeting.

"Aragorn."

"I wonder if I might have a word."

Boromir waited expectantly.

"Legolas will not speak to me of his grief over Gandalf. I wonder if you might know something of how he fares." Aragorn seated himself on the ground at Boromir's side, his eyes moving back to Legolas as if of their own accord.

Boromir looked back towards the elf. "I don't know what I can tell you. You know him better than I."

"You seemed to get on well in Moria."

Boromir shrugged. "He needed distraction. I provided it."

"He has not spoken to you?"

"Not of Gandalf." He paused, considering his next words, but his curiosity got the best of him "I would ask you why he does not call himself Prince. He laughed when I called him by the title."

Aragorn laughed now picturing it. "He has an immortal father and three immortal older brothers. Though his oldest has already sailed to the West, he still sees it unlikely that anything will come of his 'title'. The truth is, his people see more of a prince in him than he sees in himself." He paused lost in thought for a moment. "If his father did depart Middle-earth, most of his people, and likely his other two sons, would go as well. Those who did not, would look to Legolas to lead them. I have often wondered what he would do in such circumstances."

"I hadn't thought of it before, but immortality must play havoc with the concept of inheritance. Still, it is his by rights. He is Royalty."

"Aye," Aragorn admitted, "but for elves it is a different thing."

"I do not see how." Boromir scoffed.

"You are not an elf."

Boromir opened his mouth to reply, but subsided when Legolas suddenly stood, thanking Sam once again for his breakfast. He glanced about the camp as if searching for someone, and, to Boromir's amazement, the elf smiled at him and crossed over to where he sat with Aragorn. "Friend Boromir, I am grateful for all you did for me in Moria."

Boromir opened his mouth to reply, but Legolas waved away his words. "And do not say you did nothing! We both know your tales of the White City and of a young man called Faramir were meant to be more than idle conversation."

"If I served you in any way, I assure you, it was repaid when you stopped me plummeting head first into that chasm!" Boromir's insistence was hard to dismiss.

"Regardless, I thank you, mellonin."

"Then I must thank you as wellmellonin." Boromir said the unfamiliar word awkwardly, but with a great determination, overjoyed when Legolas smiled. Returning the gesture, he watched as Legolas then moved a short distance away and stood in front of Gimli, who sat by a tree sharpening his axe. He waited politely until the dwarf looked up at him.

Aragorn and Boromir exchanged glances and readied themselves to intervene if necessary.

When the dwarf noticed the motionless elf, he stopped fussing with his axe and waited for him to speak.

"It is a lovely day, Gimli. Come, walk with me."

No words could have more surprised the seven mortals surrounding him.

Gimli, at first, reacted not at all. He stared up at the elf, and, as if coming to a sudden decision, he stood. "Elfthat is" He paused shifting his weight slightly and looking down at his feet as they moved.

Legolas waited, not wanting to rush the dwarf, afraid of what he might say, yet desperate to hear it.

Gimli looked up then, into the elf's eyes. He stopped shifting back and forth, and spoke words that had evidently been on his mind for some time. "Legolasmy father did you a great injustice"

Legolas held up a hand forestalling whatever words would follow. "As my father did to him, but neither is to be blamed, and we are not our fathers, Gimli." To his surprise, Gimli smiled. The smile was followed by a hearty laugh that forced Legolas to smile in return.

"Nay, that we are not!" His eyes shining, Gimli clapped a hand on the elf's arm. "Come thenmy friend." He paused as if waiting for Legolas to object to his choice of words. When he didn't, Gimli's smile widened. "Show me your woods and we will each tell tales of our adventures!"

"These woods are not mine, though I will gladly show them to you." With that, Legolas turned and walked away with Gimli. The elf adjusted his gait to match the speed the dwarf preferred, and together they strolled through the Golden Wood.

Legolas laughed to himself as he and Gimli traded stories, hesitantly at first, of their lives and interests. The path that need choosesLegolas turned the phrase over in his mind as he and Gimli chose their path.

The End

ADDITIONAL NOTE: First I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed. This story has gotten the most reviews of anything else I've posted on ff.net, which surprised me since it is nowhere near the length of some of my other stories. Aside from that oddity, I'd really like to thank all of you who have reviewed—especially to those of you who kept coming back for more! A writer needs an audience, and I am glad that you were mine for these short few weeks. (And I invite you to read my future storiesas soon as I finish them!)

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ElvenEyes: Thank you so much, and yes, I do write original work and am trying to get published, but no luck so far. The cave was pretty much my own thing based on the idea I couldn't get rid of that Legolas must have found it hard to be stuck for four days in Moria. I wondered then if he'd had any previous similar experiences, how they might have influenced him. Thank you, and I am glad you like what you've read.

MoroTheWolfGod: Yes, I like to think Haldir and Legolas are friends. I don't know if there's any basis for that in the books. I don't think there's any mention of it, but then, Legolas isn't really in the books all that much, is he?

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