Author's note: I gone back through my chapters and fixed the mistakes I saw, by the way has anyone read Seeking Retribution by Lady Secor yet.

Legolas had been dead for weeks to his family, yet to him, it felt like it had been years. Legolas wasn't aware of their actions, but Lord Elrond, Aragorn, and the twins had a funeral in honor of him. They had mourned as they had cleaned the blood from their friend and put clean clothes upon the cold body and sent it back to Mirkwood to have a proper burial.

Then all three sat down and silently stared at the floor. There were no words for expressing the overwhelming grief that came from watching a friend breathe their last, so no one even tried to speak. Tears of loss slipped down their cheeks as sorrow marred their usually happy faces. Yet even as they mourned, something miraculous was happening in Valinor that would greatly affect the world very soon.

Mandos looked down at the silent frowning elf before him, "I have spoken with Manwe and the other Valar and we have come to a conclusion about your fate, Thranduilion."

Legolas looked expectantly at Lord Mandos, but the Valar didn't say anything for a few moments. Soon Legolas' impatience in this matter got the best of him and he spoke, "I mean not to be impudent, my Lord, but can you tell me what that decision might be?"

"We are going to send you back. You were right when you said that there were things that you were yet meant to do," said Mandos.

Legolas looked up to speak, but he didn't get a chance to before the Valar continued, "No, Legolas you will not be told what you are meant to do. Your destiny is your own to discover, not for me to explain young elf. Hear my final warning Legolas Thranduilion! If you enter my halls again, I will not send you back and the course of history will be changed because of it. Now go!" the Valar said in a loud booming voice. Legolas suddenly saw nothing but blackness.


Then gradually, he began to hear quiet noises he couldn't tell what they were, but then the darkness started to lighten and then he could tell the noises was voices, from what he heard he could tell that it was two people talking and from the tone of their voices they were both females.

Fighting the darkness Legolas tried to hear what they were saying, but just when he started to make out words a sharp pain shot through his body, his chest felt like it was on fire and then it started to spread throughout his body the more he fought the darkness the more the pain worsened.

Legolas let out a small groan as he turned his head trying to face the voices, instantly the voices stopped and a cool hand gently touched his forehead,

"Shhhh don't move, your still gravely wounded and if you move, your stitches will come undone", come the soft voice of one of the women, and by the tone of the her voice Legolas could tell it was an elf, with a deep breath he tried to relax.

Just then another burst of pain shot through him, but this time instead of fire it now felt like an earthquake Legolas hurt all over, the pain felt like fire and ice combined in to one creating a pain that was excruciating. There was nothing that could be done about it, Legolas's body started to tremble, he clutched his hand into a fist praying that the pain would leave him and never come back.

And then he heard the soft voice again, but this time it sounded worried "Angela come quickly " from what Legolas could tell two women came to his bed side, one sat down at the foot of the bed and the other one came and sat down on a stool in front of him.

"Arya help me sit him up" came a new voice; Legolas now felt his body being moved into a sitting position. Legolas took a deep breath as sharp pain shot throw his jaw, it felt like a hand was trying to pull his mouth off. Not caring if the person where friend or foe Legolas felt like he need to protect himself, not caring what happened he gathered all the strength he had left and focused it to his fist, with his all his might he swung at the closest person.

Just as his fist was about to make contact with the closest person, out of nowhere another hand grab his wrist and slammed it back down on the bed.

"Eragon!" the soft elvish voice exclaimed.

"Arya are you ok?" the boy asked with a bit of concern in his tone.

"I'm fine, but you need to be careful you could hurt him."

"Hurt him he was about to hit you" the boy said flustered.

"I would have been fine, right now he is confused and he doesn't mean….."

"Eragon." the second woman's voice said as it cut the elf off "I need you to open his mouth so I can give him some medicine."

At that another pair of hands reached up, one settling on Legolas' brow and the other one on his jaw, and without a fighting chance Legolas' mouth was opened.

Tried as he might to jerk his head away, Legolas' had not the strength to do so and he was now at the mercy of the strangers.

Without warning a bitter liquid was poured into his mouth, doing his best not to swallow Legolas tried to spit the liquid back out, but it was no use.

When the hands that held his jaw moved away someone then started to massage his throat and with a little choking Legolas swallowed the liquid, and within a minute his body stopped shaking and he felt his body stat to relax.

"There all better now." Arya said gently stroking the hurt elf's brow trying to offer some kind of comfort as the herd medicines did its job.

"Well he should be pain free now" Angela said as took a step back and eyed the now sleeping elf.

"What do you think happened to him?" Eragon asked.

"I'm not sure, but from the looks of it he got into a fight and lost badly." Angela answered as Arya brushed a lock of hair out of the blonde elf's face.

"No, I don't think in was a fight…" Arya said speaking up.

Than both, Angela and Eragon looked questionable to the Elvin beauty.

"By the looks of it he was tortured did you see all the bruises he had, not to mention all the cut and gashes that's been stitched up" Arya said.

"Tortured…that would explain a lot of thing. I wonder why I didn't think of that." Angela said studying the elf once again.

Spotting a small chain around the neck of the mystery elf, Arya remember seeing it before as Angela had started to treat him, but she never got the chance to see what was attached to the end of it.

After removing the sliver chain from the elf, Arya examined the small pendent that hung at the end.

"Arya is something wrong?" Eragon asked when he saw her eyes widen.

"This pendent…" Arya said as she turned to face Angela and Eragon.

"What about it?" Angela asked as she approached the elf "I noticed it when I was bandaging his chest; Does it mean something to you Arya?"

"In all my years, I have seen and met many silversmiths and I have seen their styles of craftsmanship, but this jewel was not crafted by any of them…" "So what does that have to do with anything?" Eragon asked innocently "Because Eragon this pendent was made for royalty, and it has this elf's name on it; Legolas son of Thranduil; Prince of Mirkwoods."Please review!