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It was several hours after Silvereth had had the conflict with Legolas. Once more, he walked light- footedly and quickly in the shadows of the trees, as a faint light began to glimmer along the horizon. Dawn was coming.

Sivereth quickened his pace, as if to run from the light. He was still a long way from the dwelling of Galadriel, he knew it, and did not want to be seen during the day. One Elf was bad enough; he thought, looking at the painful wound on his shoulder, without having to deal with fifty or more at one time.

Scythe by his side, he shielded his eyes as the first real rays of sun came over Middle- Earth. A wooshing noise flitted past his ears; he ducked, just in time, as an arrow swished past him.

With a moderate Pluck, the arrow dove into the tree behind him. Silvereth spun around, his eyes flashing red, and began running at full speed behind a line of bushes.

"Halt!" The call was faint, but the arrows were clear. Thousands at a time rained down at Silvereth, and he could see them now- Hundreds of Elves sat in the Treetops, bows and arrows at the ready, firing down at Silvereth. Several pierced his legs, his shoulder, one even in his chest. Silvereth stumbled, cursed openly in rage and fear, and flickered out of sight.

Invisible now, Silvereth cried out as he tore the arrows from him. The wounds weren't overly large, they caused pain, but weren't fatal.

"Damn this Land and its inhabitants..." he muttered, standing and wincing. Suddenly, he flickered back into view.

"And Damn this cursed flickering ability!!" he cried, and ran as he was once more ambushed with arrows.

Once he thought he had lost them, Silvereth slowed down. His chest heaved and he fought from crying out, the wounds in his shoulders seeming to be twice the size they actually were.

Dawn had come on fully now, so Silvereth decided to sit in the shadows and rest a while before continuing on. He lay down on a soft bed of leaves under a tall, golden oak and opened his canteen, taking a long drink of the fresh, cool water. After doing so, he stood again and walked to the nearest stream to bathe and wash his face.

Little did he know he was being followed...

Silvereth bent down at the stream, dipping his blood- stained and dirty hands into the water. He smiled, feeling refreshed for the first time since the battle with Legolas, but suddenly frowned, as the familiar action of his nose twitching and his ears perking commenced.

The Elf swung down from the trees, Elvin- blades in his hands, a look of determination on his face. "THIS ONE'S FOR LEGOLAS!!!" the Elf cried, as she flew straight at Silvereth.

Silvereth spun around with his scythe outstretched at the precise moment that the Elf hit. Metal hit metal as the Elvin- blades flew from the Elf's hands and she flipped around, falling into the stream.

The Elf sat up, shaking away the water from her hair. She was only a young one, about twelve or thirteen years old. She turned around, clearly afraid now, and backed away from Silvereth.

"Sir.. Sir, I- I'm sorry.. Please, mister.... D- don't do to me w-what you did to Legolas!" she cried. Silvereth smirked slightly, enjoying the little one's fear. To her surprise, though, he picked up her Elvin blades and handed them back to her.

"I will not slay you, child," he said, "On one condition..."

"And... and what's that?" The girl asked.

"That you come with me and show me where your Queen, Galadriel, dwells..."

The girl stood up suddenly, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Her queen... Did she want to risk her Queen's life for her own?

Slowly, the Elf nodded her head, looking sad and defeated. "All right," she decided, "I'll take you to my Queen."

"Excellent!" Silvereth cried, while thinking in his head, My it is so easy to manipulate children... "We must be on our way, then!"

And, with the little Elvin girl by his side, they set off again.

"So, child, what is your name anyway?" Silvereth asked, a few moments into the journey.

"Merkulia." the Elf replied, looking up at Silvereth. "And what's yours?"

"I would rather leave my name undisclosed." Silvereth replied, "But you can call me Silver."

Merkulia nodded, and continued on, suddenly silent. Suddenly, they hear a faint Bang, Bang, Bang, far off into the distance. Delightedly, Merkulia grabbed Silvereth's hand.

"Come, Silver!" she cried, "That is my family you are hearing! I must go introduce them to you!"

Silvereth snarled and tore his hand away from hers, sending her stumbling to the ground. "I go not where other Elves are," he replied, "I stay in the shadows and YOU will lead me the quickest route to Galadriel's dwelling."

Merkulia stood up, rubbing her wrist. "Right, then," she said wearily, and began walking again. "Galadriel's dwelling lies some one or two miles this-a-way."

With that, they began walking through the shadows, heading North, to find Galadriel.

** SOME TIME LATER:

"Shh!" Silvereth said, putting a hand on Merkulia's shoulder. They were just outside Galadriel's dwelling, hidden in a nearby bush.

There were guards pacing around the entrance, going in a complete circle around the first part. There was a bush in the centre of the guarded section, and Silvereth had an idea.

"Keep quiet, Merkulia, and we shall dash into the bushes when none are looking." he said, eying the guards.

"But what if--" Merkulia began.

"Shh! No "what ifs'". " Sivereth said. "We will do this. And once we are in the area, you will dash out and bring yourself to the Guard's attention. That will be the end of my use for you."

"Silver, why do you want to sneak in to see Galadriel anyway?" Merkulia asked. Silvereth, pretending he hadn't heard the question, prepared himself to jump.

"Take my hand, Merkulia." he said, and, with a swift leap when the guards were in the opposite direction, he landed in the middle of the bush.

"Yes..." he whispered. The guards spun around, looking about confusedly, but returned to their positions when they found nothing to be out of place or unusual.

"Go, now," Sivlereth prompted Merkulia. "Run-- And good luck."

Merkulia nodded, and without even a goodbye, dashed from the bushes. The guards ran after her, cursing, and once they were out of sight, Silvereth sprung from the bushes and dashed down the elegant stone steps to Galadriel's room.

Galadriel sat upon an elegant chair, watching herself in a mirror. Slowly, she turned as Silvereth entered. Her eyes grew wide...

"Good day, Queen Galadriel," Silvereth said, unsheathing his scythe. "For it will be your last..." With that said, he slowly advanced on her...

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Will Silvereth kill Galadriel? What ever happened to Merkulia? So many questions still remain unanswered... Keep checking back for Part 3 of Legolas vs. Silvereth....