A/N: Okay, here is a little story I threw together for those of you curious as to how Legolas found a wife. It's sorta a prequel to A New Life To Live. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas*sigh*, Mirkwood, the Iron Hills, or Thranduil*another sigh*. I don't own Middle Earth a.k.a. Arda, or any names on it. I own the names that you don't recoingnize. Don't sue.

Chapter 1: Captured

Legolas Greenleaf was walking through the woods of his homeland. He was with a small contingent of warriors, looking for what happened to messengers his father had sent out and had never reached their destination.

They were nearing the borders near the Iron Hills, when the group fell into a pit that was very well covered. Nobody had seen it, they hadn't known of any traps like this.

There were spikes at the bottom, impaling eight of the warriors and injuring the rest. Though the walls looked easy climbing, the frequent rain had left it mud that hands just sunk into. A net fell across the top of the trap when they landed.

Legolas found his second-in-command, Galadnar, in the mud, suffering from a twisted ankle and a possibly broken wrist. Legolas himself had a deep cut on his leg and more cuts on his face. He was going to be sore in the morning.

Galadnar, how many are alive and will make it through the night? The prince asked.

Twelve are alive, but about four won't make it until morning. Hebril is dead, sir, his captain replied.

Legolas closed his eyes and slumped against the muddy walls. Hebril was his best friend, the one he had trusted most.

Dusk was gathering fast, so Legolas decided to muster whoever was still alive. Once they were all gathered and accounted for, it turned out that losses were bad. Very bad. Sixty percent of their forces were dead, and the rest were injured. It was going to be a long night.

Once darkness had closed in, the elves were able to get to sleep for a while. Suddenly voices were heard overhead.

Hey Rahmir! Get yur filthy ass over here with that torch! I want to see what we caught today! Hurry up! Said a rough voice, waking the elves still alive.

Let's see here, I think about eight or so are alive. Get them out of there. Drug them first! I don't want them knowing where our hideout is, or putting up a fight, the same voice said.

Legolas could barely see the fog that came into the pit suddenly, even with his natural glow. His eyelids got heavy and then he fell unconscious.

A/N: Okay, I know, not much for the first chapter, but I wanted to leave you with a cliffhanger. I'll update soon, on both stories hopefully. Depends what mood I'm in. I am just making up names of people and towns and stuff, so don't sue me.