Legolas really didn't know where the meeting was; the woman hadn't told him where it was taking place. He looked around, the still beauty of Imladris in the night almost stealing his breath away. The moon bathed everyone in a mystical light, so it was easy to see that many Elves and Men were heading towards a large, open meeting hall in the center of the refuge. The Prince walked forward, his heart thumping in spite of himself. There was no doubt that Adrian would be there. And what would he do? Legolas almost didn't want to consider it, the thought that had been nagging at him, but it floated to the front of his mind against his will. He smiled thinly to himself. To even consider it was proposterous, a ridiculous fancy. But Adrian knew how to play people to his will. No, not Lord Elrond. He wouldn't be able to persuade him. A picture formed in his mind, of his glittering green eyes and malicious attitute when Legolas refused to help him. He was uncomfortable when he thought of it. He suddenly stopped dead, looking up at the sky in deep thought. Well, he didn't really know what to help Adrian with, exactly. And why should he care about that ridiculous madman? As Legolas set back on his way, his smiling mask plastered back on his pale, flawless face, he thought grimly, I will prevent him from joining the Fellowship if that be my last action in this Middle Earth.