"No!" Alya shouted as the orc grabs her remotely by her wrist, wringing her closer to him with just one forceful pull. She utters a gasp hitting the broad firm chest the orc stiffened on purpose. "Leithio nin!" she shouted once more as the orc finally throws her forward in the arrows direction. (Leithio nin = Release me)

Tauriel unaware of what the orc planned to do, stiffened in surprise, her eyes widening as her mouth gapes open in fear, fear that she will be at fault for striking the maiden when suddenly her body urges forward as soon as she witnesses Legolas speed to the side with utter resilience.

He slides unbelievably fast. His legs, without hesitance, swiftly corroded the floors, grabbing his daggers within a mere second as he edgingly spins skillfully. His hair glided smoothly as if time flowed backwards and as soon as his eyes gleamed in focus his daggers sliced the arrow in half before it could strike both Legolas and the maiden.

Within Legolas's mind was something peculiar he could not place his finger on. It was something he had never done without thought. His body moved swiftly on its own and he couldn't help but fear what was to come as he huffed out heavy gasps while the arrows remains flit down clanging the very floor it fell upon.

Legolas quickly peered up viewing the maiden fall to his grasps. He quickly supported her until she hoisted her head, now looking upon him. His hands gently grasped her by her fingers and bicep as he, himself kneeled before her, his eyes vexed towards the orc who began to move abruptly.

Tauriel witnessing Legolas and the maiden turn to the floor, briskly walked in the cell's door. Once her eyes agitated to the right by instinct, she quickly darted forward for the orc who began to escape, his boots vibrating the floor with every prominent step he took.

She then hastened remotely, her mind fixated on nothing, but capturing the orc until Legolas stopped her from doing so.

"Tauriel!" his voice sprang deeply. "U, Dartho," he paused for a brief moment enough for Tauriel to face him properly as he looked to the maiden, her eyes now on him. (U, Dartho = No, Stop)

"Agorel vae. There will always be another time," Legolas paused once more thinking they were not of priority. The maiden was, he thought, finally breaking eye contact. "Ni lutol," Legolas now looked to Tauriel worriedly as her face gravely innocent, paced back to the orc realizing he was gone and there was no way for her to catch up to him so easily. (Agorel vae = You did well & Ni lutol = Until then)

Tauriel sighed uncontrollably and quickly shifted her focus from the orcs trail to the maiden who now seemed stunned in place. She immediately turned to her and took her from Legolas's clutches, gently laying a hand to her shoulder.

Tauriel, now beside Alya was a few inches from her face witnessing Alya look to nothing but the floor. The maiden, Alya watched Legolas as he sternly stood up briefly, taking a few steps towards the collapsed wall ushering a new entrance into the structure.

"It's my fault," Alya whimpered as if she didn't mean to be heard. "I….. I did this," she whispered louder, enough for both Legolas and Tauriel to hear. All she could do was secure herself in her stead, feeling her nerves rile up within her as she began to shake driftly.

Tauriel's eyes pulsed with confusion as they shift from the maiden, trembling within her hold, to Legolas now staring at the maiden. Legolas couldn't help, but stiffen his position even more, hoping what he thought was not true, but as he glimpsed to her, her eyes wisping with guilt while her body convulsed in fear, he knew then what he had to do.

"What do you mean?" he questioned, his tone sounding confused at first. He then took a few steps forward, swaying his arms lightly while his eyes flitted to Tauriel and back to the maiden. "You were part of this?" Legolas now paused, standing in front of the maiden, but all she could see was Legolas's boots wring in closer to her and fear took hold of her conscience, drastically collapsing the very hope she had left within her tightly thin, compacted body.

Legolas raised his chin higher as his eyes never left Alya, knowing whatever her answer would be would only result to one thing, and it was not something the prince wanted to do. The thought of it lightened his expression, but not because he was happy.

At once the maiden's hands crumpled around the floor, slowly forming her fingers into a tight fist. The cold feel of the disdained floor and the deafening silence was so hard for the maiden to bear, but now it mattered not. Slowly her head slugged down so that now she faced nothing but the floor and this signaled what Legolas never wanted to know.

The maiden's face tightened as it blushed a bright red, spreading from her eyes to the back of her ears in frustration. As she looked to the floor she knew whatever sprang from Legolas's head was also in Tauriel's, and she could feel both pairs of eyes glare through her.

The floor showing no reflection of the maiden only vexed her even more seeing only a vast color of black, stain the floor with nothing more than dust and shattered debris.

"My Lord!" an elven guard hurried down the stairs accompanied by a couple more guards.

Legolas turned to him attentively, his body weight shifting to his left foot. His eyes now darting to the guards did not know what to expect, but it gleamed with obscurity until finally he spoke.

"The orcs, my Lord. They've fled."

"What were they after?" Legolas asked looking to the guards face naturally.

"We do not know, my Lord," The guard paused looking down to the maiden and Tauriel, situated by the ground where Legolas stood upon. "The scout we brought to the infirmary did not make it. So to speak we do not know anything."

"Perhaps," Legolas now turns to the maiden who trembled with fear, yet she did not move from her place and instead waited for any further words from Legolas.

"But she does."

"Lock her up. I want guards doubled around her side," Legolas quickly instructed. "She is to be no longer left alone. The orcs want her, but they do not have her."

The guards looked to Legolas and entered the cell, grabbing the maiden off the ground before she had the chance to protest. By the time her feet gained the strength to urge forward, her voice escaped her mouth.

"My Lord, No! I am not the one they seek," the maiden pleaded as her eyes gleamed with softness towards Legolas. "The orcs. They…. I've been there prisoner for far too long. I know them. They—"Alya's voice fell slowly until her eyes met the floor.

"If they don't get what they want, they'll get something of even value," Alya spoke in soliloquy as if no one was in that very cell, but her. Her tone felt as if she, herself could not believe her very own words escaping her very tongue. Her voice dimmed and began to lose itself as she looked up to Legolas.

Legolas felt his eyes widen in assumption, taking this moment into account. "Where is my father?" he asked immediately, turning to the steps leading away from the dungeons making his grip around his blades tighten in worry.

"I do not know, My Lord. Perhaps in the hearing roo—" the guard said faintly unable to finish his last words. Suddenly the maiden bolted forward, escaping the guards' grasps and running through the dungeons and out of it, heading straight into the halls.

Legolas surprised by her attempts ran forward giving no further orders to the guards nor Tauriel, yet they followed in pursuit.

Alya's mind grew weary at the thought of the orc's plan, yet guilt fell over her to why she never thought of it sooner. She braced herself, pushing her feet faster as they pained one step at a time, yet she had no time to stop, look back, or to even think of anything but reaching him in time, but she knew she couldn't stop and little by little her movements prevailed making her dart forward, unable for Legolas or the others to catch up.

Legolas did not have a place for Alya in his heart, yet he felt he needed her there, but how could he? Now he sees her as a threat to him, his father, and his kingdom making him push himself further, but his speed was not of that compared to the maiden, yet giving up was no option.

They all moved swiftly, Alya being at the head of the others, but fear struck her as she doubted her memory to where the hearing room could have been. Never the less she did not waver too much and instead pushed on, finally arriving to it.

The pathways seemed more steep than usual as she peered to Thranduil who spoke with an elven guard by his side. The scene looked daftly normal until her eyes caught sights of the orc who nearly killed her awhile back aiming an arrow directly at Thranduil.

None had noticed, but how could they? His body and face seeped into the darkness, tainting itself within the shadows unseen, unheard, nor sensible.

Quickly the maiden ran, fear striking the very fabrics of her heart leaving it bleak as it faded uncontrollably. Her eyes dwindled, reflecting her every sight as well as her feelings flowing through her very pupils. At some point she stumbled, her legs keeping up no more, but she trembled picking herself up.

Legolas, faster than the rest, reached the halls and seeing the maiden race towards his father, his king, began to draw his arrow aiming behind Alya's rear. He squinted his eyes in defiance and hi hands begin to sweat.

Will he shoot her thinking of something he mistook by chance or not?