Bloodthirsty: Okay… you're all going to kill me. It's been so long, and really, I'm not expecting too many reviews for this. I've been sucked into another fandom, so this might not be what you were expecting, though I will try my hardest at this.

Legolas: *sighs* I though I could get away from all this torment. Damn you.

Aragorn: She's probably forgotten her entire plot… that is, if she had one to begin with.

Bloodthirsty: Silence puny mortal!

Legolas: I'm the only immortal one here, only I get to say that, puny mortal!

Bloodthirsty: Well, I'm the author, and I can make your life a living hell.

Oh, and because one of my reviewers hated my author's notes/muses, they will be in wavy lines (hopefully), so now you don't have to read them.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, and Legolas' bro, Ùmaia. And if you sue, I'll laugh, cause I said I don't own anything, so it's a lost cause. Heheheh…

He was being hunted. A twig snapped behind him, causing his head to jerk towards the direction of the sound. Nothing. Frustration was building within the Elf, along with the refusal to accept the fact that whatever was hunting him was winning.

"Damn you! Let me be, you beast!" Legolas cried out desperately. Something hauntingly familiar was surrounding him. A dark aura tugging at his sanity. Baring very unelven teeth, he stopped walking and turned around, expecting to see some sort of demonic creature, when again… nothing. A frustrated growl escaped his lips, and he started to walk faster, and towards the palace.

'I must be paranoid. There is nothing following me. Just old scares from the past…' His train of thought was destroyed as something tackled him from behind. He cried out from sheer surprise of the attack, unable to twist around to face his assailant. Something sharp jabbed into his back hard enough to draw blood. Sindarin voices assaulted his ears, and despair washed over him. Another harsh prod made the Elf yell.

"Enough! We'll finish with the demon later!" A voice rang out. Legolas felt the weight on his back lift, and before he could stand, the Elves had escaped. Legolas' heart sank. His own people were rejecting him. He wanted nothing more than to become isolated from the world. To become antisocial to the point where no one would even notice him. He sighed and finally stood up, wincing as his wounds protested at the movement. A deep snarl from behind him made him jump. That same feeling of familiarity came back even stronger than before.

"My little Prince has returned…" A hissing voice purred. A large wolf, even larger than a Warg emerged from the bushes, covered in blood. A long slash along it's front leg gave reason for some of the blood, but something deep inside him screamed that most of the blood was not its own.

"What do you want with me, demon?" Legolas whispered, trying to keep his from shaking. He secretly wished the other Elves would return and help him fight the monster.

" You fear me?" Legolas heard the voice again, though the wolf just looked at him, giving no sign that it was the source of the voice.

"With good reason, beast! You've tormented me enough, now leave me alone!" Legolas cried, fear starting to take control. The bloodstained wolf began to advance on Legolas. The elf felt hot tears in his eyes. He hated crying before, but now that they were tears of blood, he hated crying all the more. That same feeling of darkness, the desire to just let go and fall into its embrace tugged at his mind. He couldn't, not after all Mithrandir had done for him.

" Give into it, child… let your mind be free of all conflict… Let yourself go…" The hiss of the shadow creature almost soothed the distraught Elf. It had gotten him off of his guard though, and that was what the demonic creature wanted. As soon as the flicker of uncertainty had shone in the Elf's eyes, the creature lunged at him. Legolas realized the shadow's plan a moment too late, and the last thing he saw was the Warg-sized wolf's gaping maw.

Legolas awakened to a light beam of sun dancing upon his cheek. It was late morning, and he was in his bed. Perhaps it was a dream? Was all of his torment just a trick of the mind? The prince of Mirkwood shifted and sat up, immediately greeted with pain from the wounds of the previous night.

'None of it was a dream…' Legolas thought dejectedly. Self-loathing washed over him as he stood up and walked past a shattered mirror. He had broken it only a few days after Gimli had left. It had shattered what little optimism Legolas had left. The Dwarf had gotten an urgent message. He had to go back to his homeland, for something or other. Legolas had chosen not to come, but instead begged the Dwarf to stay. When Gimli had refused, and went on the long journey, it had nearly killed Legolas. But who could blame the Dwarf? His Elvish friend had become irritable and antisocial to the point where Gimli was sure his presence did nothing to help the Elf. So when he was called back home, he reluctantly took it, thinking he could do no more.

Legolas hated him for that. True, he hadn't given any signs that the Dwarf helped him, but in truth, the golden hearted creature helped the Elf more than any could fathom. A knock on his door tore him from his train of thoughts.

"Legolas," Came the cautious voice of Ùmaia. "Father wants to speak with you… He is in his study." He poked his head into the room, his blue eyes scanning until he found his younger brother. Legolas could distinguish a slight wince on the elder Elf's face. Even now, Legolas' appearance scared him.

"Tell Father I will be with him shortly. Allow me the chance to get ready." Legolas said coldly. Ùmaia nodded curtly and left Legolas to prepare. Legolas took of his nightshirt and replaced it with a dark green shirt. He no longer wore the light greens and browns he used to. If you caught Legolas on a bad enough day, he might have even been wearing black. He thought it suited him better, though didn't wear it as often as he'd like; Thranduil did not approve of it. Now that he had changed his pants as well, he felt ready to wash.

He walked over to a large bowl with some water in it, and splashed it on his face. The water began to drip off of his chin and back into the small cask, and he noted with disgust that it had a tinge of crimson. 'The tears…' He thought angrily. 'How even emotions mock me. Tears of blood, blood of a felled creature.' He thought, now hating himself even more. No wonder his people hated him, and his brothers feared him. The tears of last night had clung to his face, staining him. And that wolf… he had heard it many times before, howling, daring him. Something was haunting him. He shook his head. He would have plenty of time for contemplating later. Now, he had to face his father. He inhaled deeply. The two were not on best of terms, and he hated talking with him.

The walk to his father's study was long, and all of the other Elves he passed glanced at him and began to whisper. Legolas had learned to ignore the gossip, along with any other type of socializing. The large extravagant oak doors leading to his father's personal study opened with a loud creak, and thranduil was waiting patiently for him.

" My son, we have much to discuss." He said deadpan.

"Why was I not notified about this earlier?" Legolas asked, somewhat angered.

"Because, it happened last night." Thranduil said, watching Legolas' expression closely. He winced as he saw Legolas go even paler than he usually was.

" W-what about last night?" Legolas asked, fearing the worst. 'You are paranoid… it is nothing…'

Thranduil sighed, and looked at Legolas as though he was no longer his son. "When you went for your walk last night, we have Elves who say they saw you walk away from two other Elves."

" Father, they-" Legolas tried to protest, but was silenced by his father raising a hand, signaling silence.

" Legolas, those Elves were found dead, and al evidence points to you."

Bloodthirsty: Crappy. Very crappy. If I get flamed, I will be very pissed off. I admit it now, it's CRAPPY! So don't bother flaming! If you flame, I'll douse it with water and throw acid at you!

Legolas: Wow, she's pissed… must be that time of the month.

Bloodthirsty: Do you wanna be first?

Legolas: Meep… not really… hehehe…

Bloodthirsty: Anyone who reviews is awesome. I love you. But if you don't review, I don't blame you. This took far too long to wretch out, and I'm only getting this out because I have a certain 'Nimlet' on my case, lol. This is for you, gal, and for anyone else who even remembers 'Temptation of shadows'. *falls over dead*