In the mist of Mirkwood forest, rested a giant oak tree. This Oak was special to the Mirkwood Elves'; they called it the Great Oak. This is where the King, Prince, Advisor, the healer, and well-known Archer lived. The Great Oak was 999,999 years old. It wad glowing blue staircase leading up the 1,000 feet high tree. Elves do not wish to harm tree, so they live within the branches of the trees. Elves have the greatest of senses and understand the trees and listen to them. Next to the Great Oak lives the Youngly Oak. This tree is the same age has the Great Oak, but is only half the size. The Young Elves, a thousand years or less, live within these branches. On the other side of the Great Oak, was the Archery Oak. This is where the Archer lives, who are not well known. Other tree the same height surrenders these trees.

Now back to the Great Oak. Up at the top were two doors. One was two large French Doors and the other was a single white door. These doors were only thing to be seen. The rest of the room was hidden with the tree branches; all the rooms were like that. The French door belongs to King Thranduil! In the single door was his only heir, the prince.

Within the Prince's room he lied on his bed. His snowy-white hair pulled back, by braids, this was the Elvin style. He wore white breeches and a white tunic. His robe was hung up on the back on his door. He looked 20, but was far from it. He was 2,936 and still young. In human life he'd still be two. His icy-blue orbs closed. He was asleep.

DREAM

A Man in a white robe with white hair stood above Legolas on a rock He held a white staff in his hand. He looked down on Legolas.

"My dear friend," the old man said.

"My Lord, Gandalf," Legolas bowed. "What honor to see you again? But are you not within the Middle- Earth? How can you speak to me? Are you not in the Undying Lands?"

"Rise, my dear friend," Gandalf smiled. "Yes I am in the Undying Lands. I have learned magic beyond the Middle-Earth shall every known. I came to deliver a message. I have sent it to Gimi, Sam, Pippin, Mary, and Aragon. Trouble coming. Kalara has risen. He wants to make the ring of power again, but to do so he needs blood of all the destroyer of the ring."

"Gandalf, I do not understand?" Legolas said.

"Understand?" Gandalf asked.

"You and Fordo are gone," Legolas said.

"He has the blood of Fordo, his finger. As for I, I have an heir. You must find my heir, before Kalara does! You must!" Gandalf said.

Legolas watched Gandalf. His icy-blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "I shall leave tonight, at night fall. Where am I to meet the others?"

"At the city of Gondar. The Hobbit is there already," Gandalf said. "Now I must say good-bye, my dear friend. Oh one more thing. You shall meet new friends on the way. They shall guide you thought the land."

DREAM OVER

"Legolas!" His father voice called him from his sleep. "Wake up Legolas!"

Legolas eyes shot open, "Sorry Father. I had a dream, no not a dream, a message, from Gandalf."

King Thranduil eyes widen. "What did Gandalf want? Wait! Gandalf does not walk the Middle-Earth anymore! How can he speak with you?"

"He said he learned magic belong Middle-Earth has seen," Legolas said.

"What was the message?" Thranduil asked.

"That Middle-Earth's in trouble again, and that I must leave at once," Legolas sighed.

Thranduil looked at Legolas. He sighed, "You just got back, and not you must leave again."

"I know Father, but I must," Legolas said.

"Melina!" Thranduil called.

In came a lovely Elf female. Her brown hair went to her mid back. Her Icy-Blue eyes looked between the king and prince. "Yes Uncle?"

"Dear, would you ready Nana for your cousin? He's been summoned again." Thranduil stood up.

"Yes My Lord," She turned and left the room with Thranduil following.

THAT NIGHT

Melina held the reins on Nana, a pure white stallion, one of the magical descendants of the Mearas. This was once King Thranduil horse, but when Legolas returned he gave Nana to him.

Thranduil looked at his son. "Legolas, I could not be prouder."

Legolas hugged his father in good-bye.

Thranduil kissed the top of his head.

"Niuisa-Hion," Legolas spoke Elvin to his father, which meant Good-bye.

"Niuisa-Hion, Niuisa Luokn, hs sone," Thranduil said. (Good-Bye, Good Luck My Son)

Legolas sat on the back of Nana. "Hau, Nana, Hau!" Nana began to gallop toward out of the forest. The elves of Mirkwood spoke in Elvin to him wishing him luck. His hair blew against the wind. He was leaving again.

Nana galloped through the night, and through the day the next day.

"Aye, Nana, Aye," Legolas mumbled in the horse ear. She slowed into a trot then stopped. Legolas jumped off her back and lead her to the pond. "Drinka, Nana." Nana walked forward and drank the water.

Legolas began to refill his water sack. When he was finish he used his eyes to look around and saw an Elvin Lady on the rode. It looked like was heading the way he was going. "Conama Nana." He grabbed Nana Rein. Then they ran to where the Elvin Lady lied. She had long blonde hair, his hair was wave and dirty. Her dress was sliced on the side, like claw marks. Dry blood covers her white dress and hands. She must have been attack, but what creature? Legolas thought. He knelt down beside her. "My Lady?" He shook her shoulders. "My Lady? Mi Laghy?" He asked.

She opened her eyes, her forest-green eyes. "Are they coming?" She mumbled.

"Are what coming, My Lady?" Legolas asked.

"Oage," she whispered.

Legolas had heard of Oage. They were wolf like, with cat like speed and bear like claws. He looked around, using his excellent eyesight. "No My Lady."

"W-who is you?" She closed her eyes.

"Legolas, Prince of The Mirkwood and part of the Fellowship of the Ring," Legolas said, "Who are you?"

"L-Legolas, my m-mother told me about you, before they took me," the women said. "I'm K-Kiay, from the Yues."

"Yues? I thought that race died," Legolas said.

"No, far from it," Kiay said.

"I shall get you help," Legolas said and picked her up. He placed her on Nana, and then got on himself.