Alright, this is my second Lord of The Rings fanfiction and what i feel a much better attempt. This can either take place in movie or book verse.

I try to keep along the plotline as much as possible but the story does venture into AU.

Another thing is that when i use one of Tolkien's many created languages i will put translations in. I find it quite anoying for them too be at the end or begining of a chapter so please don't ask. I don't use much though and i am saying now the translations aren't a hundred percent acurate.

Huge thanks to my beta Galinda-girl

I hope you enjoy.

"Come on." Legolas urged. He stopped to wait for his companions to catch up. The trio had been in high pursuit of the two hobbits and their captors for two days now.

"Nay" Aragorn shook his head. "We need to stop. It shall be dark soon" he wanted more than anything to keep moving but he knew that while Legolas was not yet fatigued, Aragorn knew they would all need to stop soon. Even Elves grew weary eventually.

They waited a moment for Gimli to catch up and once the dwarf was done ranting about being a natural sprinter they set up camp.

Restless, Legolas quietly moved to slip in to the forest but he was spotted by Aragorn. The man caught up to him and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Where are you going?"

"Hebi tiri" (keeping watch) the elf responded, though it was clear he had other intentions.

Aragorn sighed, not wanting to start an argument with the stubborn elf. "If cin pedo so" (if you say so)

Gimli cleared his throat. "Feel free to speak in the common tongue!"

The human ignored him and proceeded towards the main clearing, he had other matters on his mind. Gimli reluctantly followed and the two soon fell asleep beneath the stars.

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Legolas didn't trust this place. He didn't trust the eerie shadows or the scent of evil. Nature itself remained still and broken. As if shattered by the darkness that seeped through the trees.

Everything was silent. One of the many unique features of the elven kind was the ability to communicate with nature. For some reason though Legolas' bond to life seemed more so then most elves. His body reacted to not hearing anything.

He gingerly caressed the bark of a nearby tree. "Nienor. Baw lamo mellon-nin (Sorrow… You don't speak aloud my friend)" he whispered, as if that would bring the trees back to life.

Nothing.

Then again he hadn't expected it to. With a sigh he stood gracefully, going to join the others. But his senses assaulted him in a way he had never felt before, and he had to lean on the tree just to steady himself. Something was very wrong.

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He orcs moved quickly despite there size. It wasn't an army but it wasn't a scout troop. There were about twenty-five of them, all dressed for battle.

They didn't have a hard job, or so they thought anyways. It was quite simple. Capture the ring bearer.

Luckily for them, they sensed the ring bearer was alone.

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Legolas snapped his head up, suddenly aware more then ever of the nearby danger. He reached behind him and drew his bow cautiously. He trusted nothing. There was a crack of a twig from behind him and before any orc even realized their quarry was alert to their movements an arrow shot the creature, right between its eyes.

"Show yourself!" Legolas yelled quietly -which is indeed possible- while he placed another arrow into his quiver.

Silent as ever an arrow shot towards the elf and Legolas barely managed to throw himself out of the black dart's path. But he was back on his feet faster any mortal could see, his body tense and ready to fight.

The orcs rushed through the trees, but Legolas wasn't surprised by this, in fact he was angered he hadn't sensed them sooner.

But there was no time to contemplate his failing senses. In an instant he had released four arrows, and four orcs lay dead in the distance. The remainder of them gained though and his arrows became useless as they surrounded him.

He pulled out his twin knives and spun, slashing through those closest to him. He turned around ready to strike down the next in his path, but one of the orcs' had a sword and Legolas' knives paled in comparison.

The orc struck again and again at the elf until blocking the onslaught became impossible and Legolas felt dull pain in his side. He chanced a look downward only to see a blade being pulled from between his ribs, and he bit back a yell.

The fight was over.

"Estel! Horde anglenno (Orcs have arrived)!" he hoped his friends heard, for he did not want them to meet the same fate.

One of the orcs delivered a hard punch into his skull and the Mirkwood prince felt darkness creeping over. The last thing he remembered was being thrown to the ground and tied up as the orcs taunted him. They called him something having the do with the Ring and he slipped into unconsciousness, unable to process the valuable information.

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"Legolas!" Aragorn jumped up. out of his sound sleep. The morning lights had yet to fully rise and the others slept soundly next to him. Well the others seemed to only mean Gimli for a certain prince was nowhere to be found.

The human got up quietly and walked to the tip of where the clearing ended. "Legolas?"

He walked back and shook Gimli. The dwarf turned over obstinately. "Wake up Gimli."

"Okay, laddie, okay" he mumbled, groggily getting up. He was wide awake though when he saw his companion's face. "What's wrong?"

"Come with me" he said, practically dragging the dwarf into the forest.

Aragorn stopped by some trees and examined the ground. "Something happened to Legolas." he finally answered. The two walked deeper into the endless trees until they came to the clearing where friend has been the night before. They were greeted with sick shock at the bodies of numerous dead orcs, slashed and pierced.

Aragorn walked over to where the bodies seemed to end. Both the bodies and footprints showed whoever fought here had been clearly outnumbered. There was evidence of someone being dragged by orcs. Aragorn shuddered.

"You sure it was Legolas?" Gimli asked examining the carnage.

"Unless you know of another being with elven senses, who fights with arrows and knives, and is about this tall and this thin." Aragon gestured with his hands.

Gimli sighed. He knew it all along, just didn't want to believe it. "Aye" he finally responded. The dwarf turned to walk back when something caught his eye. He ran forward and picked up a bloody knife, clearly belonging to their friend.

"Aragorn!" Gimli held up the knife. The ranger sighed. "Are we to go after him?"

There was no sure answer in Aragorn's eyes. On any other case he would have went after Legolas without a second thought. The incident had occurred often enough as the two got into trouble. But now, with the Ring and hobbits and everything else, he knew his elven friend wouldn't want him to risk everything. There was much more at stake than just Legolas' safety.

"If only this was the group that captured Pippin and Merry for we could then kill two orcs with one stone. But alas, Legolas was pulled in the opposite direction." Aragorn held his head in his hands and let loose an anguished cry. "I couldn't dream to abandon neither the hobbits nor Legolas."

Gimli stood beside his friend unsure what to say. "You know my feelings for the elf lack much. I follow for the sake of the quest whatever path you take." The Fellowship was more important than any one person.

Aragorn dropped his head and nodded slowly. "We must continue after Merry and Pippin."

Well there's chapter one. This story will switch between Legolas, Merry and Pippen, Gimli and Aragorn, and Frodo and Sam. The next chapter will explain a bit more about why what's happening is happening.

Thanks for reading.

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