Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Ring or claim to but I will keep on wishing I did. I do own Vyrr (prisoner as you will know her in this chapter) on the other hand so she cannot be used.

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Night hung over Mirkwood in an eerie way. Cries of unknown beasts shattered the silence but rarely did they call. The Wood Elves slept unmoving in their great stone halls, peaceful. Yet in their sleep the sound of wings upon darkness was blurred and even the keen Elven ears could not hear through dream. Shadows were deep as a late night traveler returned to the stone gates of the Wood Elves, bow across back, cloak wrapped tightly around his body. The stone gates opened and in the Elf stepped. The gates slid shut. The Elf's ears twitched, as he spun around, yet nothing stood behind him but the gates, he had been sure of footsteps. Calming himself, the Elf strolled through the halls and soon was in sleep as the others, though now not everyone was in dream.

In shadow stood a black figure, back pressed against the wall, eyes hidden by the rim of a dark cloak. Though all Elves slept silently, their halls were not deserted and their dreams were not unseen. Yet, the shadow did not remain unnoticed for long.

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"Legolas, we have found the intruder."

Two Elves dragged a calm prisoner in to prince's chamber. It's hands were bound in front of it and a rope was looped around it's neck. The hood of a gray cloak hid it's face as the Elves pulled it along with the rope. One of the them gave the prisoner a kick in the back of the knee, causing it to kneel in front of the fair prince.

"Why do you come here?" the Legolas questioned, his voice not as harsh as the other Elf's. The prisoner made no response and gave no sign of doing so.

"Answer!" ordered the Elf to the prisoner's left. He tugged the rope at the prisoner's neck, causing it to gag and sputter but still no answer came. The Elf pulled harder on the rope, but the only thing that left the prisoners lips were chokes and gasps.

"Enough" the prince commanded, raising a hand. The Elf released the rope at command. "You will leave this place before nightfall, else you risk never seeing light again. Our dungeons are far darker than you could imagine" Legolas murmured, kneeling in front of the prisoner.

"You are quick to judgement. Elves could not even dream of the true darkness. Your heads are held too high but perhaps you should not let your pride consume you, else your death come swift for not seeing below you. I shall not leave" the prisoner growled. It lifted it's hooded head, a pair of violet eyes meeting the prince's gray ones.

"Bring the prisoner to the dungeons" Legolas commanded, standing and signaling to the Elves, who dragged the prisoner from chamber. He watched them leave, his eyes unblinking.

It had been ages since Legolas had left the forest. He longed for adventure again. He longed for the sea......

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The Elves dragged the prisoner through many passage-ways till they reached the ominous dungeons. The packed dirt beneath their feet was cold and the air was thick and humid. One of the Elves left at this point and the other threw the prisoner into one of the dungeon cells and lock it with a pair of iron keys that hung upon a large ring. He then left, handing the keys to the elf standing guard and closed the rotting wooden door as he did, leaving the prisoner in blackness.

Seeing that the guard was watching, the prisoner began to bite at the rope that knotted her wrists. She gnawed the ropes until her jaws ached and her lips bled but by the turn of an hour the ropes fell to the floor. Pulling the rope from her neck, she through back her hood and waited in silence and darkness.

Nightfall came and the sound of the elves on the floors above faded. Stillness crept through the halls and stairways till it reached the dungeons and the guard slowly began to retreat.

"Wait" whispered the prisoner. The guard turned to the cell and approached it, weariness and longing to leave the humid dungeons blotting his mind for he could not see the prisoner clearly. he could not see the glint of an Elven dagger in her hand and he could not foresee death.

A stifled cry could have been heard through the halls if one were to listen but sleep was too deep and dreams too thick. And so a shadowed hand reached between the dungeons bars and pulled a ring of keys from a dead guard's belt.

"Perhaps you should have heeded my advice, it will serve you now. For you will not be dwelling here past dawn" whispered the prisoner, her words rising in the thick air like a wisp of cloud. She sheathed her dagger and padded across the cold ground, the rope that had bound her neck now in her grasp.

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Ok, I know it's not much but I'm out of ideas for now. I wanted to post the fic first before I wrote more. God, I can't believe I'm writing a Legolas Romance! *Smashes head on keyboard* Why was a plagued by the most popular writing disease, I like Frodo! Oh well, Reviews please! *_~