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This is my first fanfic it will be M eventually and I haven't written anything since school. So any tips and hints on how to do things will be appreciated don't hate me too much. Enjoy.

Just so you know bold text is the Black Speech of Mordor and Italic is Elvish.

This is a little prologue so you know when about my story is set.

"The ring will be safe in Rivendell. I am ready to go home."

Gandalf and Elrond watch Frodo and Sam from Elrond's balcony,

"His strength returns." He says turning to walk away.

"That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it the rest of his life." Wincing at his statement Gandalf looks to his friend and follows him "And yet to have come so far still bearing the Ring...the hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil."

Gandalf nods in agreement to the elf's statement. "It is a burden he should never have to had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo."

"Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the east. More than his eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin. His treachery runs deeper than you know. By a helping hand and a foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orc with Goblin Men...he is breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in Sunlight and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring. Led by a most feared mysterious enemy. One I had never hope to meet"

Elrond turns and walks back towards the window, "it seems we will be encountering the enemy sooner than we had hoped. For as I expected, this evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves...We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard...Gandalf...the ring cannot stay here." Gandalf to turns and looks out the window.

From the trees a figure to also watches the arrival of men, elves and dwarves all here for the same reason as herself, the fate of the ring, and with it the fate of middle earth and everyone within it. With the arrival of all the new strangers, guards were a bit more preoccupied than usual but she doubted her presence would go unnoticed. She jumped down from the trees into the foliage of the woods silently slipping away into the growing darkness.

After the council

After intruding on Aragon, Legolas decided it would be best if he left him with his mother's grave in piece there was little he could do for his friend. He was immersed in deep thought when he heard the commotion. Swiftly running through the forest and then up into the trees, the wood elf paused for a moment. "WHEN ARE THEY LEAVING? TELL ME! Tell me elf when are they leaving!" After the initial pain he lowered his hand, how can anyone utter something so dark, so evil. Whoever it was he had to find out after regaining himself he sped through the tree tops. Upon arriving at the scene Legolas did not hesitate in protecting his own from the attacker he pulled out his bow and within seconds was shooting arrows at his target. Unfortunately his opponent was fast, really fast. He jumped down to the floor but not before his attacker could catch him with their blade.

Legolas toppled over with little grace for an elf. His opponent scoffed. As he stood up he yelled at the guard "Go, go get help" gaining his bearings and his weapon. Before he even had the chance to pull an arrow from his quiver he had a blade to his throat. His eyes remained on his opponent who unfortunately had a binding hanging from their hand. He grabbed the binging away from his neck flinging the blade across the foliage. Flipping his opponent over his shoulder and underneath him he removed all weapons from them while they were still stunned from his attack. Straddling his attacker and pinning both arms to the ground he focused all his energy into keeping his wits about him. Wriggling, writhing underneath him was hard enough. But to have them reciting black speech was painful. Focusing on his point of contact he help his opponent's wrists, and gripped their waist with his legs. It wasn't that hard as they were very slender. When they had stopped yelling he opened his eyes to find a woman, no an elf, Dark hair lose from its braids entangled around her with his own falling near her face.

"Who are you?" he stared into her eyes they were captivating, they were the colour of the trees from his home, a beautiful auburn that seemed like it was almost on fire. She stared up at him confused why hadn't he killed her, he just asked the one question nothing else. He just continued to stare at her. She had enough, glancing up she took in his features, he was more masculine than any other elf she has seen but he still had an ethereal glow. "Who are you?" he asked once more. She snapped out of her thoughts and snapped her head up. This time she was angry no one had ever pinned her down before, in fact no one had ever beaten her in battle. "Who are you?" he was taken aback by her fluent and beautiful Elvish.

"I am…..Legolas." he stuttered back. Before he had a chance to enquire more about her Aragorn appeared in front of them. Legolas tilted his head up to see his friend approaching. Aragon shocked his friend didn't hear him coming was even more shocked about the unexplained situation in front of him. Rising upwards Legolas kept her hands bound.