Chapter 4 -
May 3018
Legolas was sitting beneath Beleg Doron carefully shaping arrows, but his heart wasn't in it. He laid the unfinished shaft on the ground and sighed. The past month had been torture for him, and the strain was beginning to show. Since he had found the small pouch bearing the threat from Egla Ash his life had lost all semblance of normalcy. More Orc tracks were found, and always they backtracked to the northwest. Always hanging in the branches was a small pouch bearing a message for him. He had never told the others what the contents were, but his distress was not as hidden as he thought. Even Smeagol knew that something was troubling the one Elf. He would turn his eyes to him wondering to his precious why that Elf never sang any more, and jumped at the slightest sounds.
Legolas felt that there was no one he could truly talk to. He knew that Tavor and Brethil would not understand, and any comfort they could give would not be what he needed to hear. Tanglinna had attempted to talk to him, but Legolas had bolted, feeling that after fleeing him, he had lost his chance to talk to the Master Archer. If only Estel were here. He had met Egla Ash and knew what he had been. But the Ranger could be anywhere.
The night darkened around him and he packed the unfinished arrows in a soft leather, and lay them aside. Soon he heard Lindir's voice as he and the other guards brought Smeagol out for the night.
"There you are, Prince Legolas," Lindir called to him, leading Gollum on his leash. "We wondered where you had gone." He unclasped the length of rope and watched with amusement as the creature scampered up the tree, and disappeared from sight. "It is a beautiful night, isn't it?" The young Elf stretched, and then dropped gracefully to the ground nearby.
"I am beginning to find this tiresome," one of the others muttered as they moved across the clearing. "How much longer do we have to watch him? It has been months now."
"Until Mithrandir decides that it isn't necessary," Legolas answered softly.
"Where is Mithrandir? We haven't heard from him in some time."
"Or from Dunadan. I know not where they might be or what they are about."
Legolas barely heard their talk. His blue eyes scanned the trees where the shadows of night were beginning to fall. For some time now he had the feeling that he was being stalked, but his hunter was always elusive. He knew who hunted him, and it made his heart ache. Egla Ash was out there, hidden in the trees that he had loved so well. Their time spent together beneath Beleg Doron had been one of discovery for both. The Orc had reveled in the new experience of being his true self, even going so far as to being "too Elvish". Legolas smiled at that, but then sorrow descended when he thought of what his failure had cost his friend.
"If only I had been faster," he murmured to himself.
"Prince Legolas?"
"Yes, Lindir?" He started slightly, having forgotten the other's presence.
"What is troubling you?"
Legolas turned to look at the young Elf. It would not be fair to burden him with such doom filled thoughts, so he forced a smile to his lips and a lightness he did not feel to his voice.
"Nothing, Lindir. Truly. But you. . .you seem to be filled with happiness this night. Could it have anything to do with Meneliell?"
The youth laughed, his eyes brightening.
"Perhaps," he said mysteriously, glancing at the others who had turned to laugh at him.
A true smile graced Legolas' lips now.
"She is very sweet, Lindir. I am very happy for you. Galu erin le." {Blessings on you.}
Lindir smiled, his green eyes alight with love.
"She is as beautiful as a slim birch tree, as lovely as a field of elanor," he began, and one by one he extolled the Elf maiden's many virtues.
Legolas stifled the laugh that threatened and looked at the others whose eyes were all alit with delight and amusement. Lindir was well liked for his lightheartedness and his good natured ways. They were all pleased that he had found someone worthy of his affections.
Suddenly Legolas stiffened, his eyes widening as he hastily stood. All his senses were on alert. He was not the only one that had sensed the danger. The others had stopped laughing, and drew forth their bows, arrows already nocked as bright eyes scanned the surrounding trees.
"What is it?" Lindir whispered.
They stood in tense silence, hardly daring to breathe. Above them Gollum moaned, clasping his hands on his head.
"No, my precious. No. . ."
Suddenly an arrow flew from the darkness and embedded itself in Beleg Doron, flying just above Legolas' shoulder, mere inches from his face. He turned to stare at it in disbelief.
Two of the Elves fired arrows in the direction from where the arrow had come, and ran into the trees.
"Prince Legolas? Are you hurt?"
He felt a hand on his arm, and he swallowed. Lindir and Aradoltha were staring at him, their faces dark with worry. Legolas stared at the arrow that had pierced the tree. It was an Orc arrow, thick and black. Tied about it was a piece of paper.
"What is this?"
Slim fingers reached for the arrow, but Legolas' grasp the shaft and yanked it from Beleg Doron.
"It is nothing to do with you, Aradoltha," he snapped, and instantly regretted his harsh words. "Forgive me, but it does not concern you. . .any of you." He moved away from them and untied the scrap of paper. It was as he feared.
"Morn gothfeng na caniel an le agar." {Black arrow is calling for your blood.}
Legolas paled, his fingers crumpling the paper. His breathing sounded harsh in the still air as Aradoltha laid one hand on his shoulder.
"What does it say, Prince Legolas?"
The prince turned and looked at him, the other Elf's face was filled with concern.
"It is nothing. Call the others back. We need to return."
Aradoltha nodded, then trotted into the trees, his grey eyes showing his anxiety.
"Get Smeagol down, Lindir." Legolas moved slowly away from the clearing, his eyes on the ground. It would be soon. . .he knew that. The Prince bit at his lower lip, wishing he could banish his fear and dread. He would not allow himself to think about what might happen when they did meet again. It would be soon. He felt that. Very soon.
Smeagol sat in the top of the tree, moaning to himself.
"They are coming, my precious. Coming to get us they are. Oh, my precious. What shall we do? What shall we do?"
He was walking through Mirkwood, his blue eyes darting back and forth, body tense and alert, for he knew that danger was near.
"Legolas Elvellon."
The voice drifted to him, carried on the air.
"Morn gothfeng na caniel an le agar." {Black arrow is calling for your blood.}
His head whipped around as he reached for his bow, long blonde hair flying. He held the bow ready, the arrow nocked, string pulled to ear.
"Legolas Elvellon, morn gothfeng na caniel an le agar."
The Elf turned again, and there he was. Egla Ash stood behind him, a black bow in his hands, an arrow nocked, black shaft fletched with dark bloodstained feathers.
"Nin mellon?" Legolas whispered, lowering his own bow in uncertainty.
The Orc smiled, his blue eyes dark with fell amusement.
"Gwend gwann ned i doll," {Friendship dies in the dark.} he hissed raising his own bow.
"Alcar!" {Do not!}
"Namarie, Legolas Elvellon."
The arrow flew, hitting him in the chest.
"No!"
Legolas sat up suddenly in his bed, clutching his chest. The dream had been so real that his chest ached with pain. His breath came in short pants, he moaned as he pulled himself into a fetal position, and closed his eyes.
"Legolas?"
The quiet voice startled him, and he turned toward the door. A tall figure stood there.
"Estel?" he murmured, hardly daring to breath. Perhaps this was yet another dream.
"Are you well? I heard you call out," Aragorn said, moving across the room in a few long strides. He took Legolas' outstretched hand. "You're trembling. What is it?" He noted that Legolas had called him Estel. He only did that now when he was upset.
"I am glad you are here. I needed someone to talk to, but there is no one hear that will truly understand." He stared up at the Ranger, all the fear and anxiety he felt showing on his face. "He is going to kill me, Estel."
"Who is?" Aragorn sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking back a stray lock of pale hair.
"Egla Ash."
Aragorn studied the pale face before him, dark brows knit. He could see the terror and heartache lurking in the other's eyes. Guilt resided there as well.
"Why do you think that?" he asked quietly.
Legolas moved and got out of the bed. He went to a small chest tucked in one corner, and opened it. He pulled out the pouches with the haunting messages, holding them in his hands for a moment before crossing the room and handing them to Aragorn.
"I have not your eyes, my friend," the Ranger said with a slight smile.
The Prince of Mirkwood fetched a candle and lit it, holding it aloft so the Man could read the notes.
The Ranger's craggy features grew grim as he read the messages written in Tengwar. He scanned each one quickly.
"Where did you get these?"
Legolas explained about the tracks that lead nowhere and the small pouches left for him to find.
"And there is this." He set the candle on a small table nearby and drew out the black arrow that had nearly hit him.
It was an Orc arrow. Of that there was no doubt, though it was perhaps more finely made than most.
"This was fastened to it." The prince of Mirkwood pulled out the crumpled paper.
"'Black arrow is calling for your blood'," Aragorn read. "Legolas, what makes you think that it is Egla Ash?"
"I know that it is, Estel. I recognized his writing. How many Orcs can write? It is he. I know it."
Aragorn sighed.
"Then it is as we feared. He has been changed. I am truly sorry, Legolas."
The Elf turned away.
"I should have been faster." He whispered.
"There was nothing more you could have done. It wasn't your fault."
"It was Aragorn. I knew how my father felt about him living here in Mirkwood and I didn't warn him. It was my fault."
"I know you hoped that your father would be able to overcome his prejudices. I am sorry that he has not. Most Elves do not change easily." He smiled wryly, hoping to lighten the mood. But Legolas would not be comforted.
"No. If I had but warned him.But I didn't. And he was taken. I was too slow."
Aragorn stood and moved to grasp the Elf's arms.
"Don't do this to yourself, my friend. I cannot stand to see you this way. There are things that happen that are beyond our control. We cannot always make things come out the way we would have them."
Legolas turned his head to one side.
"I know," he said quietly and Aragorn watched as a silent tear slipped down one slim cheek. "I know. But in my heart I feel that if I had done something differently all would be well."
Aragorn sighed and squeezed Legolas' arm.
"Come with me and we will walk Gollum."
"You want to walk Smeagol?" Legolas looked up at him in surprise.
Aragorn shrugged and smiled.
"There are some things that even I can't control." He said. "Come on."
"Let me get dressed and I will be with you. Though I doubt Smeagol will be happy to see you. He still complains about that 'nasty Ranger' who was so cruel to him."
"I have more scars from his cruelty than he has from mine." The nasty Ranger returned from where he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. "Is he any better?"
"I know not, Aragorn. He is a strange creature. Some days he appears better and yet others-" He shrugged, lacing his tunic.
"I feared Gandalf was hoping for too much. Gollum has lived in darkness for too long."
"Gwend gwann ned i doll." [Friendship dies in the darkness.]
"To live in darkness for so long." The Elf prince shuddered. "Perhaps we should be surprised that he isn't worse than he is."
"It matters not. His heart is filled with darkness." Aragorn ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know if there is a "cure" for that."
Egla Ash's heart was filled with darkness now as well, the Elf thought.
Legolas shook his head to rid himself of such grim musings. He grabbed up his weapons.
"I am ready. Let us go and walk Smeagol."
Egla Ash and a few other Orcs had taken up residence in Mirkwood. They had found the creature living with the Wood Elves. This was very good. He could follow his orders and get his revenge as well. They were near a place that the Orcs didn't like, a place where they didn't go. But Egla Ash felt strangely drawn to it. He had lived there for a time. He never entered the clearing, ringed with oaks, beeches and maples. But at times he would go there and stare into it. It disturbed him to be there yet something within him ached to be at this magical place that had once been his.
Gael Dor. Glimmering Place.
But then the anger would fill him, erasing all the ease and comfort he drew from his former home. He recalled the time spent in the pits of Dol Guldur: the never-ending pain and anguish; the darkness that had slowly slipped into his very soul.
He would take the arrow from his quiver and hold its length in his strong hands.
Morn gothfeng. [Black arrow.]
Then his fingers would caress the name carved into the wood and a cruel smile would cross his ugly face.
I anann na tolu. [The time is coming.]
Soon, Legolas Elvellon. Soon we will meet again.
I anann na tolu. [The time is coming.]
To all my reviewers who said "Poor Legolas" get ready for more. (evil laughter) AJ Matthews - Thanks for reviewing again! And JastaElf said to tell you to write more too! Though I see you already have! JastaElf - I'm glad that you are still loving this! And I will warn you that reaction time and angst don't mix well together. Uh oh. But its not in this chapter. Haha.
Jan - You were right in your assumption that Legolas would rather that Egla Ash was dead or unchanged. As far as Egla Ash not being able to kill him. Well.You will have to wait and see.
Lithia - Thanks for reviewing again! Human nature is wonderful and that is what makes all these stories so fun! Salak - Sorry I made you cry and -uh- dance. Is that kinda like a write faster dance? You know, the cousin of the rain dance??? UV - I am writing, writing, writing. I had actually already written this chapter when I posted the last one. But I just had to make you wait. (wicked grin) Amalyn Livia - Hi! Thanks for reviewing! And thanks for the feedback. I really appreciate it. And I love to torture you guys. Though as I told UV I had already finished this chapter. (And the next one to (hehehe)) But I wanted to wait a couple of days before posting it. And that tortures me! Go figure. Shinigamio - You are right! Egla Ash is out for blood. And here's your next chapter. This one is kinda angsty. But the next one is a real killer. (hahahahahaha)
May 3018
Legolas was sitting beneath Beleg Doron carefully shaping arrows, but his heart wasn't in it. He laid the unfinished shaft on the ground and sighed. The past month had been torture for him, and the strain was beginning to show. Since he had found the small pouch bearing the threat from Egla Ash his life had lost all semblance of normalcy. More Orc tracks were found, and always they backtracked to the northwest. Always hanging in the branches was a small pouch bearing a message for him. He had never told the others what the contents were, but his distress was not as hidden as he thought. Even Smeagol knew that something was troubling the one Elf. He would turn his eyes to him wondering to his precious why that Elf never sang any more, and jumped at the slightest sounds.
Legolas felt that there was no one he could truly talk to. He knew that Tavor and Brethil would not understand, and any comfort they could give would not be what he needed to hear. Tanglinna had attempted to talk to him, but Legolas had bolted, feeling that after fleeing him, he had lost his chance to talk to the Master Archer. If only Estel were here. He had met Egla Ash and knew what he had been. But the Ranger could be anywhere.
The night darkened around him and he packed the unfinished arrows in a soft leather, and lay them aside. Soon he heard Lindir's voice as he and the other guards brought Smeagol out for the night.
"There you are, Prince Legolas," Lindir called to him, leading Gollum on his leash. "We wondered where you had gone." He unclasped the length of rope and watched with amusement as the creature scampered up the tree, and disappeared from sight. "It is a beautiful night, isn't it?" The young Elf stretched, and then dropped gracefully to the ground nearby.
"I am beginning to find this tiresome," one of the others muttered as they moved across the clearing. "How much longer do we have to watch him? It has been months now."
"Until Mithrandir decides that it isn't necessary," Legolas answered softly.
"Where is Mithrandir? We haven't heard from him in some time."
"Or from Dunadan. I know not where they might be or what they are about."
Legolas barely heard their talk. His blue eyes scanned the trees where the shadows of night were beginning to fall. For some time now he had the feeling that he was being stalked, but his hunter was always elusive. He knew who hunted him, and it made his heart ache. Egla Ash was out there, hidden in the trees that he had loved so well. Their time spent together beneath Beleg Doron had been one of discovery for both. The Orc had reveled in the new experience of being his true self, even going so far as to being "too Elvish". Legolas smiled at that, but then sorrow descended when he thought of what his failure had cost his friend.
"If only I had been faster," he murmured to himself.
"Prince Legolas?"
"Yes, Lindir?" He started slightly, having forgotten the other's presence.
"What is troubling you?"
Legolas turned to look at the young Elf. It would not be fair to burden him with such doom filled thoughts, so he forced a smile to his lips and a lightness he did not feel to his voice.
"Nothing, Lindir. Truly. But you. . .you seem to be filled with happiness this night. Could it have anything to do with Meneliell?"
The youth laughed, his eyes brightening.
"Perhaps," he said mysteriously, glancing at the others who had turned to laugh at him.
A true smile graced Legolas' lips now.
"She is very sweet, Lindir. I am very happy for you. Galu erin le." {Blessings on you.}
Lindir smiled, his green eyes alight with love.
"She is as beautiful as a slim birch tree, as lovely as a field of elanor," he began, and one by one he extolled the Elf maiden's many virtues.
Legolas stifled the laugh that threatened and looked at the others whose eyes were all alit with delight and amusement. Lindir was well liked for his lightheartedness and his good natured ways. They were all pleased that he had found someone worthy of his affections.
Suddenly Legolas stiffened, his eyes widening as he hastily stood. All his senses were on alert. He was not the only one that had sensed the danger. The others had stopped laughing, and drew forth their bows, arrows already nocked as bright eyes scanned the surrounding trees.
"What is it?" Lindir whispered.
They stood in tense silence, hardly daring to breathe. Above them Gollum moaned, clasping his hands on his head.
"No, my precious. No. . ."
Suddenly an arrow flew from the darkness and embedded itself in Beleg Doron, flying just above Legolas' shoulder, mere inches from his face. He turned to stare at it in disbelief.
Two of the Elves fired arrows in the direction from where the arrow had come, and ran into the trees.
"Prince Legolas? Are you hurt?"
He felt a hand on his arm, and he swallowed. Lindir and Aradoltha were staring at him, their faces dark with worry. Legolas stared at the arrow that had pierced the tree. It was an Orc arrow, thick and black. Tied about it was a piece of paper.
"What is this?"
Slim fingers reached for the arrow, but Legolas' grasp the shaft and yanked it from Beleg Doron.
"It is nothing to do with you, Aradoltha," he snapped, and instantly regretted his harsh words. "Forgive me, but it does not concern you. . .any of you." He moved away from them and untied the scrap of paper. It was as he feared.
"Morn gothfeng na caniel an le agar." {Black arrow is calling for your blood.}
Legolas paled, his fingers crumpling the paper. His breathing sounded harsh in the still air as Aradoltha laid one hand on his shoulder.
"What does it say, Prince Legolas?"
The prince turned and looked at him, the other Elf's face was filled with concern.
"It is nothing. Call the others back. We need to return."
Aradoltha nodded, then trotted into the trees, his grey eyes showing his anxiety.
"Get Smeagol down, Lindir." Legolas moved slowly away from the clearing, his eyes on the ground. It would be soon. . .he knew that. The Prince bit at his lower lip, wishing he could banish his fear and dread. He would not allow himself to think about what might happen when they did meet again. It would be soon. He felt that. Very soon.
Smeagol sat in the top of the tree, moaning to himself.
"They are coming, my precious. Coming to get us they are. Oh, my precious. What shall we do? What shall we do?"
He was walking through Mirkwood, his blue eyes darting back and forth, body tense and alert, for he knew that danger was near.
"Legolas Elvellon."
The voice drifted to him, carried on the air.
"Morn gothfeng na caniel an le agar." {Black arrow is calling for your blood.}
His head whipped around as he reached for his bow, long blonde hair flying. He held the bow ready, the arrow nocked, string pulled to ear.
"Legolas Elvellon, morn gothfeng na caniel an le agar."
The Elf turned again, and there he was. Egla Ash stood behind him, a black bow in his hands, an arrow nocked, black shaft fletched with dark bloodstained feathers.
"Nin mellon?" Legolas whispered, lowering his own bow in uncertainty.
The Orc smiled, his blue eyes dark with fell amusement.
"Gwend gwann ned i doll," {Friendship dies in the dark.} he hissed raising his own bow.
"Alcar!" {Do not!}
"Namarie, Legolas Elvellon."
The arrow flew, hitting him in the chest.
"No!"
Legolas sat up suddenly in his bed, clutching his chest. The dream had been so real that his chest ached with pain. His breath came in short pants, he moaned as he pulled himself into a fetal position, and closed his eyes.
"Legolas?"
The quiet voice startled him, and he turned toward the door. A tall figure stood there.
"Estel?" he murmured, hardly daring to breath. Perhaps this was yet another dream.
"Are you well? I heard you call out," Aragorn said, moving across the room in a few long strides. He took Legolas' outstretched hand. "You're trembling. What is it?" He noted that Legolas had called him Estel. He only did that now when he was upset.
"I am glad you are here. I needed someone to talk to, but there is no one hear that will truly understand." He stared up at the Ranger, all the fear and anxiety he felt showing on his face. "He is going to kill me, Estel."
"Who is?" Aragorn sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking back a stray lock of pale hair.
"Egla Ash."
Aragorn studied the pale face before him, dark brows knit. He could see the terror and heartache lurking in the other's eyes. Guilt resided there as well.
"Why do you think that?" he asked quietly.
Legolas moved and got out of the bed. He went to a small chest tucked in one corner, and opened it. He pulled out the pouches with the haunting messages, holding them in his hands for a moment before crossing the room and handing them to Aragorn.
"I have not your eyes, my friend," the Ranger said with a slight smile.
The Prince of Mirkwood fetched a candle and lit it, holding it aloft so the Man could read the notes.
The Ranger's craggy features grew grim as he read the messages written in Tengwar. He scanned each one quickly.
"Where did you get these?"
Legolas explained about the tracks that lead nowhere and the small pouches left for him to find.
"And there is this." He set the candle on a small table nearby and drew out the black arrow that had nearly hit him.
It was an Orc arrow. Of that there was no doubt, though it was perhaps more finely made than most.
"This was fastened to it." The prince of Mirkwood pulled out the crumpled paper.
"'Black arrow is calling for your blood'," Aragorn read. "Legolas, what makes you think that it is Egla Ash?"
"I know that it is, Estel. I recognized his writing. How many Orcs can write? It is he. I know it."
Aragorn sighed.
"Then it is as we feared. He has been changed. I am truly sorry, Legolas."
The Elf turned away.
"I should have been faster." He whispered.
"There was nothing more you could have done. It wasn't your fault."
"It was Aragorn. I knew how my father felt about him living here in Mirkwood and I didn't warn him. It was my fault."
"I know you hoped that your father would be able to overcome his prejudices. I am sorry that he has not. Most Elves do not change easily." He smiled wryly, hoping to lighten the mood. But Legolas would not be comforted.
"No. If I had but warned him.But I didn't. And he was taken. I was too slow."
Aragorn stood and moved to grasp the Elf's arms.
"Don't do this to yourself, my friend. I cannot stand to see you this way. There are things that happen that are beyond our control. We cannot always make things come out the way we would have them."
Legolas turned his head to one side.
"I know," he said quietly and Aragorn watched as a silent tear slipped down one slim cheek. "I know. But in my heart I feel that if I had done something differently all would be well."
Aragorn sighed and squeezed Legolas' arm.
"Come with me and we will walk Gollum."
"You want to walk Smeagol?" Legolas looked up at him in surprise.
Aragorn shrugged and smiled.
"There are some things that even I can't control." He said. "Come on."
"Let me get dressed and I will be with you. Though I doubt Smeagol will be happy to see you. He still complains about that 'nasty Ranger' who was so cruel to him."
"I have more scars from his cruelty than he has from mine." The nasty Ranger returned from where he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. "Is he any better?"
"I know not, Aragorn. He is a strange creature. Some days he appears better and yet others-" He shrugged, lacing his tunic.
"I feared Gandalf was hoping for too much. Gollum has lived in darkness for too long."
"Gwend gwann ned i doll." [Friendship dies in the darkness.]
"To live in darkness for so long." The Elf prince shuddered. "Perhaps we should be surprised that he isn't worse than he is."
"It matters not. His heart is filled with darkness." Aragorn ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know if there is a "cure" for that."
Egla Ash's heart was filled with darkness now as well, the Elf thought.
Legolas shook his head to rid himself of such grim musings. He grabbed up his weapons.
"I am ready. Let us go and walk Smeagol."
Egla Ash and a few other Orcs had taken up residence in Mirkwood. They had found the creature living with the Wood Elves. This was very good. He could follow his orders and get his revenge as well. They were near a place that the Orcs didn't like, a place where they didn't go. But Egla Ash felt strangely drawn to it. He had lived there for a time. He never entered the clearing, ringed with oaks, beeches and maples. But at times he would go there and stare into it. It disturbed him to be there yet something within him ached to be at this magical place that had once been his.
Gael Dor. Glimmering Place.
But then the anger would fill him, erasing all the ease and comfort he drew from his former home. He recalled the time spent in the pits of Dol Guldur: the never-ending pain and anguish; the darkness that had slowly slipped into his very soul.
He would take the arrow from his quiver and hold its length in his strong hands.
Morn gothfeng. [Black arrow.]
Then his fingers would caress the name carved into the wood and a cruel smile would cross his ugly face.
I anann na tolu. [The time is coming.]
Soon, Legolas Elvellon. Soon we will meet again.
I anann na tolu. [The time is coming.]
To all my reviewers who said "Poor Legolas" get ready for more. (evil laughter) AJ Matthews - Thanks for reviewing again! And JastaElf said to tell you to write more too! Though I see you already have! JastaElf - I'm glad that you are still loving this! And I will warn you that reaction time and angst don't mix well together. Uh oh. But its not in this chapter. Haha.
Jan - You were right in your assumption that Legolas would rather that Egla Ash was dead or unchanged. As far as Egla Ash not being able to kill him. Well.You will have to wait and see.
Lithia - Thanks for reviewing again! Human nature is wonderful and that is what makes all these stories so fun! Salak - Sorry I made you cry and -uh- dance. Is that kinda like a write faster dance? You know, the cousin of the rain dance??? UV - I am writing, writing, writing. I had actually already written this chapter when I posted the last one. But I just had to make you wait. (wicked grin) Amalyn Livia - Hi! Thanks for reviewing! And thanks for the feedback. I really appreciate it. And I love to torture you guys. Though as I told UV I had already finished this chapter. (And the next one to (hehehe)) But I wanted to wait a couple of days before posting it. And that tortures me! Go figure. Shinigamio - You are right! Egla Ash is out for blood. And here's your next chapter. This one is kinda angsty. But the next one is a real killer. (hahahahahaha)