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Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of The Rings or the beautiful song When The Morning Comes by Steve Green. I heard this song on my Yahoo radio station and I thought that some of the lyrics fit my story.

A/N: The final chapter of my story. Sob! Will Legolas live? Or will a miracle occur? Read and find out. Oh, and review too by using that little blue button down there. Yeah, you know that little blue button that says submit review. No flames.

Me: Hi Aragorn, how is everything going?

Aragorn: I'm okay but Legolas has a splitting headache.

Me: Oh, why is that?

Phantom of the Opera: That's because Sirius Black is still hyper and he won't shut up.

Captain Jack Sparrow: And to make matters worse he's got Boromir hyper now too.

Me: (Sarcastically) Oh happy, happy. Joy, joy.

Boromir and Sirius Black run around the room singing "Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy! Boom, boom, ain't it great to crazy! Giddy and foolish the whole day through. Boom, boom, ain't it great to be crazy!"

When The Morning Comes.

Here in this fallen world there's pain

Tears and sorrow come to all the same

Wounds of every kind

Difficult the times and bitter the taste

And yet in my barren hour

Send down heaven's shower

The mystery of joy

When the morning comes

I will see your smile

When the morning comes

Though my tears may last a while

You raise me up

To wait for the hope of the dawn

When the morning comes

Chapter Five: The Dawn of Miracles.

Aragorn looked hopelessly at Gandalf. Legolas can't be dying, he thought, the Fellowship would not be the same without him. I won't be same if he dies. Gandalf continued to put his hand on the elf's heart, trying to call his spirit back. But Aragorn noticed the wised wizard was beginning to tire. Sighing he opened his eyes with tears brimming his blue eyes.

"It is no use. I have used nearly all my strength to try to get him back; it seems that Legolas have given up all hope. But why I do not know." Aragorn hung his head, tears falling down his face. Why are you giving up, mellon nin, thought Aragorn as he stroke the sweat-drenched hair from his friend's pale face. Can't you hear us calling your name? We haven't given up hope. Please, hear us. Reach out to the light. But the ranger got no response from the dying elf, save for his raspy breathing and occasional whimpers of pain.

"Should I wake the others?" Aragorn asked Gandalf. The wizard nodded. Aragorn slowly got up and went to the other members of the Fellowship, gently waking them up. They groggily woke up, wondering what had happened. Frodo was the first to speak.

"Strider, what has happened?" Aragorn swallowed a big lump in his throat, how was he going to tell the others that Legolas was dying. Tears threatened to appear at his eyes again and he quickly wiped them away.

"My friends," he said slowly, "sometime during the night Legolas has fallen ill. I and Gandalf have tried everything to cure him, but I'm afraid that he is dying." A collective gasp came from the others. Legolas was dying? They had only known him for a short while, and now here he was dying. They slowly gathered around Gandalf, praying and heartbroken over their dying friend. But none was more heartbroken than Gimli.

"Oh how could I have been so cruel? The last words I said to him were mean, now I won't get a chance to say I'm sorry." Pippin put a comforting hand on the grief-stricken dwarf.

"Don't worry Gimli. I'm sure Legolas knew that you didn't mean to say those things to him. Deep down in my heart I know he forgives you." Gimli gave the hobbit a weak smile.

"Thank you my friend that lightens my heart a little." Pippin smiled back at him through his tears. Everyone waited with bated breath, waiting for the sign that maybe Legolas would live, or that he would breathe his last. After what seemed like eternity Legolas suddenly gasped for breath and clutched his hand to his heart. He had never felt so much pain before but he knew what it meant, his immortal life would soon end. Aragorn held onto his hand, continuing to stroke his friend's hair from his face.

"Be at peace, mellon nin." He whispered, "You're suffering is almost over." As if on cue, Legolas let out a sigh, and then his whole body went limp. The prince of Mirkwood, the only heir left of the king, was dead. The Fellowship was devastated. One of their own left the circle of fellowship, but it too soon. They needed him, they needed his eyes to guide them away from danger that they could not see, now those eyes were closed. They needed his voice to sing the Elfish songs of lore, to lift their spirits when their hearts were saddened, but that voice was silent now. Aragorn reventely took Legolas's hands and crossed them on the elf's chest. He bowed his head, tears running down his face. What did he do wrong? Why couldn't he heal his friend? Why couldn't Gandalf heal him? He cried out in anguish, his cries echoing off the walls of cave, which made the hobbits jump in fright. Boromir went over to his future king and was about to put his hand on the man's shoulder, but Aragorn brushed it away.

"Aragorn, there is nothing we can do now. We will burry him and then we will rest. You need to rest, or you will fall ill too." But Aragorn didn't hear him.

"Just leave me alone with him, please." Boromir was about say more when Gandalf gave him a look that said he should leave well enough alone. Sighing, he obeyed and walked away, wishing that there was something he could do. The other members just watched quietly, weeping quietly for Aragorn's grief and for Legolas. Suddenly Merry's voice broke the silence of the somber scene.

"Look it's the coming of dawn. It may be a sign of hope." Every head lifted up, hoping to see a sign or miracle, every head except Aragorn's.

"There is no hope now. Only despair." Suddenly a beam of light appeared from nowhere and filled the cave with brilliant light. The other members of the Fellowship tensed with fear until they felt the unusual need to sleep. Slowly every one fell to the ground, save Aragorn. He looked around, fear gripping his heart. Has the one who attacked Legolas come back to kill them too? He stood up, hand on his sword ready to unsheathe it if he needed too. Slowly before Aragorn's eyes the light faded and in its place stood the most handsome elf the man had ever seen. He had hair as black as ebony, and his eyes, Aragorn had never seen eyes as green as those eyes were, they seemed to pierce right through him. Aragorn never moved, waiting to see what the elf, or was it an elf, would do. The mysterious being walked toward him and the still form of Legolas. Aragorn was about to speak to him when the elf put his finger to his lips, silencing him. He then put a comforting hand on his shoulder and gave him a look that clearly told him not to be afraid. Aragorn obeyed, watching with great interest to see what would happen next. The elf then knelt next to Legolas, putting his hand on his heart. He bowed his head, letting his hair fall around his face. Aragorn saw the elf's body shake with grief, somehow this elf knows him, he thought. He then saw the elf raise he head toward the light that somehow reappeared and cry out something in elfish. Aragorn had never seen an elf express such grief and it broke his heart even further. He was about to put a comforting arm around the elf when something caught his eye. Was Legolas breathing? No it can't be. Yes he was! Aragorn's heart burst with joy. Oh Valar be praised! This elf must have been their miracle. Legolas slowly opened his eyes.

"Aragorn," he said weakly, "what happened."

"Oh mellon nin. We thought we had lost you forever. But then this elf brought you back to life."

"What elf?" Legolas then turned his head and then his crystal blue eyes met the emerald green eyes of, "Amrod!" he gasped. His brother smiled and placed a comforting hand on his brother's forehead. Tears filled Legolas's eyes.

"I thought you were dead, dear brother."

"I am, but when Valar saw how grief-stricken your friends were he took pity on them and sent me back as an angel to bring you back to life." The other members of the Fellowship were about this time were starting to wake from the spell and were startled to see a shining elf kneeling next to Legolas and Aragorn. Amrod slowly got up, a gentle breeze tossing his hair.

"Do not fear," he said, "you are highly blessed. Valar has heard your tears of grief and has taken pity on you. He has returned your beloved friend to you." Then with a gentle smile on his face, he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. The others rejoiced, was it true? They went over to Aragorn was still kneeling beside Legolas. Aragorn was still crying, but this time it was tears of joy. Legolas looked puzzled at his friends.

"Why are you crying? I have returned. Rejoice!" Gimli smiled at him.

"We are not sad, my friend. We are just happy to have you back. Especially me." He bowed his head in regret.

"I should have never said those words to you. Will you forgive me?"

"Gimli, I have forgiven you. In my heart I have forgiven you, even though I couldn't say it out loud." He then added playfully. "Just don't do it again you grumpy dwarf."

"Just as long as you don't scare again like you did stubborn elf." They both laughed and soon the other joined them. Pippin was right; this truly was the dawn of miracles and hope. Legolas was alive, hope had returned, and none of the Fellowship would exchange it for the world. And from up above, Amrod was watching the whole scene, and he rejoiced and laughed with them.

The End.