It was a cold and rainy night in the kingdom of Mirkwood. Thunder and lightning filled the skies as king Thranduil paced back and forth; awaiting news of is dying wife, Naneth.
"Sire" Thranduil spun around to be faced with one of his wife's handmaidens. He nervously wrung his hands.
"What news do you have" he asked, biting his bottom lip
The young girl looked down at the floor with tears dripping from her cheeks "She is-"her voice cracked "She is gone"
Thranduil stepped back and stared at her. He shook his head, no, it wasn't possible. This plague only killed commoners, how was it possible that Naneth caught the disease and died "How?"
The girl, whom he now recognized as Alurez, looked up at him and spoke "The Grey Death is a deadly plague, it kill whoever it infects within hours"
"Is there a cure?"
"Not one known to the healers of Mirkwood"
"Is there one who can cure this Plague?"
The girl looked as if she was deeply thinking "There are two, but they are of the kingdom of Istrihtance"
Thranduil shivered at the name. Istrihtance was known for its excellence in healing, but at the same time, the kingdom kept to itself. Not to mention they had their affairs with dark creatures such as Smaug. Thranduil knew he had no choice if he wanted to save his kingdom. He called for a messenger "Tell king Albarheth to send his best healers to come and save Mirkwood from the Grey Death and-"He gulped "And that we will pay him for his troubles"
The messenger nodded and set off into the night to deliver the message.
"This will be over soon" Thranduil thought "and we will be able to live in peace once again
Oh, if only he knew how wrong he was
Authors not: I understand that no one really knows what Legolas's mom's name is, so I kinda subsisted her with the name Naneth. Hope y'all don't mind! Baiiiii