Author's Note: I have no idea how to end this. I just know I don't want a "quickie" ending (ex. Forngor, in the form of a songbird, landed on a tree branch. Legolas picked up his bow and shot him through the neck with an arrow. Example 2: Glorfindel began to glow as the powers within him were awoken and Forngor, caught in the glow, disintegrated). So that is why one of them can't just go out and kill Forngor.
"He will be destroyed." Haldir said shortly.
"As he should." Gandalf replied sadly. "I had hoped that he was only a disillusioned, tortured creature, but the malice he shows is incurable."
There was a knock on the closed door, accompanied by an Elf's voice. "There are three Hobbits and a dwarf who wish to be admitted to this room."
"Let them in." Glorfindel replied. The door opened and Sam, Merry and Pippin walked in, followed by a grumbling Gimli.
"So, where is this Elf-king father of yours, Legolas?"
"Asleep. Let him be, Gimli." Legolas replied, a little sharper than he intended.
"What happened to him?" Pippin asked inquisitively, peering at the sleeping Thranduil.
When Legolas did not reply, Haldir answered. "A cobra bite has given King Thranduil hallucinations."
Gimli almost burst out laughing, but a glare from Legolas and a warning look from Gandalf silenced him. Instead, the dwarf chuckled, "A loopy Elf-king!"
Shaking his head to shrug off Gimli's light-hearted take of the king's wound, Glorfindel turned back to the original problem. "Haldir and Mithrandir are both right. Forngor must be killed. The Elves of Mirkwood will be able to destroy him easily."
"Perhaps," Aragorn conceded, "but many lives could be lost in doing so."
"Lives are the price paid for warfare." Glorfindel countered, almost sadly.
Aragorn began pacing. "But what if war could be waged and won against Forngor without losing anyone, save for Forngor himself?"
"You have another plan?" Gandalf said. "I hope it is better than mine."
Aragorn allowed himself a half-smile. "It is."
Aragorn's plan was a variation of Gandalf's, involving drawing Forngor away from the Elves' home. Instead of luring him into a trap of Elves, they would lure him further into Mirkwood, into the shadows of the forest.
Glorfindel approved the idea, but told Aragorn that should Forngor return to Mirkwood, he would be slain. Aragorn agreed, knowing all too well how dangerous the shape-shifter could be.
Glorfindel also agreed that he would be the last to bait Forngor, being able to stand alone against the shadows. The others in the room volunteered to be along the trail that would lead to Glorfindel.
"So, when do we get underway?" Gimli asked.
"Tomorrow morning, when the shadows have crept back to the edges of the woods." Gandalf answered.
"And you actually think Forngor will be willing to follow this trail when he did not the first time?" Frodo asked uncertainly.
"Yes. He will most likely treat it as a game, and over-confidently follow all of us." the wizard replied.
"If you say so." Sam shrugged doubtfully.
"I do say so." came the reply.