Belaldur, Pundil, and Fóril were still searching for their brother when they heard a shout.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WHAT DO I MEAN'? I HEARD YOU TELL THAT TO CELORIL!"

The three rushed down the hall, the twins running ahead of their younger brother. When the finally reached Legolas' chambers, already berating themselves for checking there first, they were met by their father, sister, and eldest brother.

"What happened?" Belaldur asked.

"Where is Legolas?" Fóril continued.

"Is he hurt?" Pundil finished, ever so worried.

Thranduil smiled sadly, "Not physically, I do not think. But he may have been about to do something; he was holding his knife. He is an emotional wreak right now. The best we can do is let him and Galadriel be. She will be able to help him. We just need to give her time."

Aniond looked ashamed, "It's my fault, Ada {Dad}. I shouldn't have had any hard feelings toward him. It wasn't his fault." His voice cracked.

Gilowien held her older brother as he began to cry. Thranduil took his son from his daughter and held Aniond.

"It's okay, Aniond. We know you didn't mean it. He'll be alright."

But Aniond wasn't sure. He had harmed his brother more than any Orc could, and he regretted it deeply. Suddenly, there was a scream from Legolas' room.

Okay, okay. I know this was a short chapter, but I posted a bunch yesterday and I needed a break. Review please! Love you guys!