[Part 2: Katniss]

"Ah, Legolas. I'm glad you've come as quick as you could." An obvious voice broke through the silence of the Mirkwood mapping room, a royal elf slowly striding around the room with his eyes on the other - rolling his eyes for the other to see. A single brow rose at the other, his blue eyes staring blankly at the other as he awaited a reply.

"You're.. Being sarcastic." Legolas noted after a moment of staring at his father, his brows knitted at the thought of his father speaking like that to him. It's not if it was an urgent matter, at least as far as he knew. "I'm sorry Ada, Merida had hid from me all morning." Which was a true statement, Merida had recently discovered her love for hiding from her father until he found her, and she had some very very good places where Legolas would have never thought to look. Had the courier that was sent to receive Legolas told him it was an urgent matter, the Prince would have made haste for the mapping room.

With a slight disapproving shake of his head, Thranduil crossed his arms over her silvery robe, beginning to speak. "Yes, well, we have received a distress call from the humankind. Normally I would send a small group to attempt to mend their problems, but it seems the problem is bigger than we expected. I would like you to follow along with our group, who are readying themselves to leave."

"Alright, I will accompany our men. Though, I would like to know what exactly the problem for the humans is." Legolas questioned is father, letting his gold embroidered quiver slide off and down his arm and into his awaiting hand, his free hand reaching within the leather and pulling out his matching leather archery bracers, something he rarely used, but he had deemed it appropriate to wear them on this day. In a flash, he pulled on the beautiful elven bracers that were given to him as a gift from his father, a sort of 'reconciliation' present after they had a quarrel about his constant leaving of the castle when he was younger.

The Elven King took a small sip of the blood red liquid that swooshed silent within the confinements of his golden goblet, his icy blue eyes peering up at his son after he had taken a seat on his throne. "It would seem that the humans are fighting amongst each other, 'districts' I suppose you could call them. I have not the slightest clue which district had called us for help, you would have to speak to Barathon for that information, he's leading the rescue party." He took another small sip of his summer wines, relishing the sweet but strong taste. "Just resolve their issues." With that, Thranduil had waved his son out of the Throne room, and to go look for the party leader.

Slowly, Legolas had descended down the quiet corridor, adjusting his bracers as he deemed fit. I will have to find a servant to watch over Merida. He thought to himself, questioning if any of the servants would put up with her constant shenanigans like he did. The Prince hefted the quiver back atop his back and looked down the next corridor, seeing a child with a mop of red hair speaking to somebody. His mind immediately went to 'oh by the Gods, what has she done now.'

His legs rushed his body over to the little girl and the woman she was speaking to, his brows furrowed as he gazed around for any broken furniture or her tiny little arrows wedged into pillars or paintings. Instead he heard giggling from both of the girls, a servant he recognized as Caladhiel, a particularly quiet servant that did her bidding quickly and silently. This was probably the only time he had ever heard her voice.

"Ada!" Merida had squealed when she looked up at him through the curtain of red obnoxious curls that covered her face, her vibrant blue eyes shone through. "She told me she liked my bow!" The six year old exclaimed, vigorously waving her arm around, which swung the bow around wildly. The Prince smiled and ruffled her hair, careful not to lose his fingers in that death trap.

"That is nice." The blonde told her with alacrity, needing to be on his way to accompany Barathon on the rescue mission. "Caladhiel, I dismiss you from any chore that you were given, Merida needs to be watched while I am relieving the humans with Barathon." He watched as she quickly stood from her kneeling position beside Merida and stood attentively in front of him.

"Yes, my Prince." She spoke softly, her voice as soft as velvet, not surprising. Legolas gave her a nod and briskly walked past them, hoping he did not keep the party waiting.

"Barathon!" Legolas called out as he exited the outdoor corridor, seeing one of the Elven leaders standing beside his gallant silver mount, speaking with the other party goers. His dark blue eyes looked up from the rescue team and laid upon the Prince, surprised his father would let him go on a semi risky mission.

A smile surfaced on his face as Legolas made his way over. "Legolas, it is nice to see you coming along." Barathon grinned, slapping his hand down on the Prince's shoulder, earning a smile from him as well. "Mount your horse, we will need to make it to the human districts before the break of dusk." Barathon placed his left foot upon the embellished saddle of his horse, swinging his right leg over the steed. He watched as the Prince followed, the party beginning to leave the grounds of Mirkwood castle.

Barathon and Legolas led the party up at the front, their horses carrying them with a quick trot through the path of the forest. "Barathon, could you tell me what exactly his happening with the humans?" He questioned as he loosened his grip on his gold and silver embroidered reign, looking over to the left at the other blonde elf. "My father said you could inform me."

"Yes, I can." The elf stated, looking over to his right and to the royal prince. "The humans have split up among each other, claiming it is over the use of power and money. Each district, as they call themselves, have different leveled quality life, evidently the poorest district has called for our help, since they cannot protect their own. We are to try and calm the situation, and if that cannot be achieved, we will leave."

Legolas nodded slowly. "I see."

...

"That must be it." Legolas exclaimed as their horses had reached the top of the treacherous hill, their eyes already seeing the billowing smoke rising through the air. A battle was underway int he districts, a perfect time for the party of elves to intervene. His brows knitted together. Their small group of elves, against the districts of humans? He did not know how many numbers the men had, it was surely larger than there rescue group.

Barathon led them closer to the district, he had out a map of the districts that was given to him by a runaway, his sharp eyes scanning over the dirtied parchment. "The district we were called to must be the upcoming one." He stated blankly, slapping his horses flank, causing the horse to rush forward in a hurried manner.

Legolas licked his lips, and he too led his horse closer and faster towards the flaming district.

The groups horses trotted into the destroyed center of the district, the streets filled with rushing people and smoke, demolished parts of houses and dead bodies. "Where is he?!" A distraught woman called out, her face soaked with tears, her hand on her heart as she rushed through the side alleys, praying to the Gods that she would find her son. Legolas turned his gaze away from the woman and dismounted his horse, the streets growing thick with plumes of discolored smoke, not needing his horse to breath it in. "Oh my Gods!" He heard more people call as the ground shook, his hand quickly gripping Barathon's shoulder to gain his balance back.

"The mineshaft! It has exploded!" Screams of pure terror filled the streets as the ground's rumbling ceased, midnight black smoke rose from beyond the district, where the mineshaft was located. "My husband!" More cries of agony filled the elves ears, as Barathon quickly left to find the poor sod that governed this district, leaving Legolas with the orders to rally all the living humans and escort them out of the burning town.

Legolas' heart grew heavy upon seeing dead children laying lifeless in the streets, their injured, even dying parents weeping over them, praying to their Gods for the safety of their souls. The Prince brought his arm up to his mouth as he briskly - and desperately tried to gather the living for their own safety. The elves had to pry many away from their deceased loved ones bodies scattered across the cobblestone roads, but many did not budge, claiming that they did not have anything outside these walls and they would die as well.

"Your people are assembling outside the gated areas, you will be safe." Legolas told a mourning man who had lost his wife, her dirty blonde hair matted with her own blood, something had bludgeoned her skull, cracked it wide open. He looked over his shoulder to the elf, his deep brown eyes filled with despair and hurt, tears fell from his eyes. He reached up and took Legolas' hand, needing help up, an obvious bloody injury on his foot. "Nibenon, take him to the others. He has been injured."

The elf nodded as he gently grabbed the mans arm, quickly escorting him out of the city and towards the other growing group of injured men. Legolas took a deep breath, then let it out with a sigh, clenching his fists as the number of death grew. How could my father send me here! He cursed to himself, he had never expected it to be this... This... Terrible! A wave of anguish washed over the Prince, his vision clouded and his judgment disabled, just wishing this had never happened to these people.

"Prince Legolas, check the houses for survivors, Barathon had left with the leader of the district to talk things over with their council!" Nibenon instructed the younger elf when he had returned from helping the man over to the group, pointing over to rows of destroyed, ramshackle houses that lined beside the streets. With a quick nod, he was off in the direction of the burning houses - he knew there were going to be no survivors, and Nibenon knew that too, but just to be sure, he must do this.

He weaved through the town, around the bodies of the dead, and through the mourning men and women that lined the streets. It stunk - and in more ways than one, the smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils, almost causing him to gag. I must stay strong. He instructed himself, pressing forward and into the first home he saw.

No one was in the house, at least that he saw. Ripped apart furniture, one part of the ceiling had caught fire but that was it. Satisfied after he had checked all of the rooms he left, hearing a loud crash just as stepped out. Legolas turned back, the house had collapsed. Had he been in there a second longer he would have been crushed by the heavy pillars that could no longer support the flaming roof.

That scared him to no end.

I must keep moving. He rushed past the next house, which was completely rubble and ash from the spreading fire, and to the next house in line, which was barely intact. Legolas pushed open the door, causing it to come off it's old hinges and fall straight down onto the ground in a loud boom, spreading the ash and dust off the floor in a flash.

There was a woman laying on the ground in a heap, he rushed over in a second, quickly checking if she had a pulse. No pulse... He thought to himself bitterly as he turned her lifeless body over, revealing a large swollen belly. She was pregnant too... He slowly lay her limp arm against her chest as he sadly stood up from her body, his eyes glazed over at the mere thought of what he had just witnessed. A monstrosity. He gazed around the room for a brief moment, seeing a carved wooden bow laying against the dirty wall.

Legolas turned on his heels, ready to leave this house when his ears picked up a house from within the house, a slight shuffling noise. He glanced over his shoulder and saw someone that he had not seen, her little face poking out from behind the wall that separated the kitchen from the den.

"Hello..." Legolas said to the young girl quietly, slowly kneeling down and reaching a hand out to the girl, hoping not to scare her away. She merely looked over at him, her tiny fingers clenched the walls roughly. "Come with me, you must leave this house, before it collapses."

She blinked her gray eyes at him and slowly stepped out from behind the wall, her brows knitted when she gave the Prince a once over, not knowing what species he was - she never learned anything except the history of mankind. "Where is my father?" She voiced to him with a raspy, scared voice, though her face was hard as rock, a strong little girl she was.

"I... I don't know.. Where did you see him last?" Guilt washed over him - he knew her father was dead, like most of the other people in this town. Though he was glad she cautiously made her way over to him, still trying to make an opinion of him in her head.

"He was working today."

"Do you know where he worked?" He questioned her quickly as she took his hand, he began leading her out of the house before it too collapsed. She gazed up at him, trying to remember where her father had worked.

"He works in the mines, he's a miner."

He sighed. He was dead alright. Legolas of course did not have the heart to inform this little girl of it, so he quickly led her towards the group of citizens in hopes she had other family stationed there. "Stay here." He instructed her sternly. "You will be safe here, I need to go and help the others."

...

Dawn had broke, yet the blue sky was clouded by the thick black smoke that continued to rise from the town. It was ash by now, the many bodies that lay in the streets were nothing but ash, the houses and building burned down, nothing was left in the fires path. Nothing lived anymore, the only life was found in the other districts, and the group the rescue party managed to save.

"Shame the districts could not come to terms with each other." Barathon had spoke quietly, adjusting his gloved hands, looking back at the people they had saved. "But we did good today."

Legolas nodded slowly, a heavy weight of depression fell upon his shoulders this sad day. He had never experienced anything like this, and he wished never to again. "I suppose." Depends on how you define good.

Legolas looked back to the group, looking for the small girl that he had found in her house, wondering if she had neighbors or family that would take her in. His eyes darted around, but he found no little girl, he even began asking around, but the people had just shook their heads and looked down. "Nibenon, what of the small girl I had found earlier, where had she gone?"

The elf slowly pointed over to a large tree with some shrubbery underneath, he did not immediately see her, but upon closer and further inspection, he saw her form sitting beside the bush, in the shade of the large tree.

"Hello." He greeted her once again, kneeling a good ways away from her, just in case she needed some space. "Don't you hve any family in that group? Auntie's or uncles?"

She shook her head, her brown braid swooshing back and forth from the motion. "They said my father died." She pointed to the group of people. "My mother died with my baby sister in her belly."

"I'm sorry.." Legolas murmured, placing his palm against the dusty earth beneath him. His blue eyes lifted and immediately something of interest, but he put that aside for now. "What's your name?"

"My name's Katniss.. Katniss Everdeen."

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A/N: Here it is, introducing, Katniss Everdeen! I'm really proud of this chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it! Thank you all so much !

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