I would like to thank you all for the reviews. It seems to me that you all really enjoy this silly little fic. There is a high possibility there are going to be others, but that's still in the works. So here are the next two chapters.
– Crys Skywalker

Disclaimer: Well I don't own them so don't sue. On to the story.

Legolas' Blankie Adventure

Part 3

Gandalf was starting to get annoyed by Legolas. As they were approaching Moria, Legolas would lag further behind. You could see the terror in his eyes. Not again, Gandalf thought, I'm not going to go through this again. As if on cue, A long piercing wail came out of Legolas.

"I'm not going in there! I want my Binky!" Sobbed Legolas. Aragorn walked to Legolas and sat on the ground sympathetically looking at him. This made Legolas act worse. His sobs got louder by the minute. Gandalf picked Legolas up as if he were just a mere child.

"Come on we can't fall behind. Besides he's quieting down." Gandalf looked at Legolas. Legolas had his thumb in his mouth, trying to find some comfort. Sam and Frodo walked with Gandalf watching Legolas with curiosity.

"Is he going to be alright?" Frodo asked. Gandalf nodded.

"He has fear of the dark, that's all. I think most elves don't like the dark. It only natural for one as young as he is to be still afraid. Think of this Frodo, he's basically a teenager in human standards." Gandalf explained.

"Here . . . " Merry offered his blanket. It was yellow with a worn out design on the edges. "Legolas might feel better."

"Thank you Merry, he'll greatly appreciated it." Gandalf took the old blanket and put into the arms of the sleeping Legolas. They further the journey to Moria, each taking a careful watch of Legolas.

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Meanwhile the Orcs were sitting with the blanket that the Elf child had. They hoard around it as they waited for the leader. Saruman was usually a little late for these gathering. As usual he was late.

"What have you damned Orcs brought me now." He bellowed. He hated when they interrupted from his morning nap. One of the Orcs brought the blanket forward. " It a stupid blanket . . . So . . ." He grabbed it and sensed the magic that was on the cloth.

"Legolas Greenleaf . . . You have a little weakness. Well that's a good thing on my part. Now I can capture you all to myself and Aragorn can't do a thing." He spoke out loud. Saruman had a wide grin on his face. " This little Elf is really afraid of the dark to have his father put a ward spell on it. He'll desire this more than anything." Saruman cackled.

TBC . . .