Author's note: hee hee whoop! My friends bought meeh a "lord of the rings" ring!!! So wut if it gives meeh a green finger…MY FRIENDS RULE!

To TamBreo: in regard to yur questions on the inconsistencies in my story…

The one about Legolas being a king-turned-prince is strictly my fault. I actually was going to keep him king but after someone questioned it, I just sat in my room and thought bout it and decided it'd be easier to make him a prince again. I am very sorry bout that… =X

And then the one bout the hobbits' packs… it is possible they had food in there, but I'm assuming that all the food they had they ate before they put the packs away into closets to be forgotten. And y would merry's and pippin's packs be at frodo's house? I'm not sure… *toothy grin* I'm lame at making excuses… =X

Chapter 4: The Fellowship Reunited

Legolas sat sulking in his room. It had been days since he had learned of his imprisonment and he had refused to leave even his own room since then. He was almost three thousand years old and yet he was still being treated like a child! He heard a soft knock at his door.

"Go away!" he shouted grumpily. The door opened. "I said—"

"Now, is that the way you greet an old friend?" Gimli asked as he stood in the doorway, his eyebrow raised.

"Gimli!" Legolas cried. He jumped off his bed and ran to the Dwarf and hugged him tightly. He spun him around as he lifted him off the floor and did not notice the dark shadow that stood in the doorway.

"All right, all right," Gimli laughed. "Put me down!"

Legolas obediently put down Gimli and finally saw the tall Man, who stayed partially hidden by the door. "Elessar?" Aragorn, at last, stepped into the room. Legolas smiled warmly. "'Tis good to see you again. Is Arwen here?"

"No, she did not come." Aragorn replied.

"Well, what—" Legolas was interrupted by a more rowdy knock at the door. His eyes lit up when he saw the beaming Hobbits run into the room. "Frodo! Sam! Merry! Pippin!"

"Legolas! Gimli! Aragorn!" The four Hobbits squealed and ran to their old friends. They all hugged tightly for a long time.

"Well," Legolas said, pulling away finally, "to what occasion do I owe such a joyous reunion?" Gimli frowned at Aragorn who stared at Legolas in puzzlement.

"It has been so long since we last saw you, Legolas!" Frodo cried out, darting looks at the other Hobbits and Gimli and Aragorn. "We all arranged to come see you."

Legolas laughed. "If I had known I would be entertaining such honorable guests, I would have had rooms prepared for you. But all that can be arranged now."

"It is already done, Prince Legolas." An Elf appeared in the doorway. "The guests' rooms have been prepared. I shall take them to their rooms. Your father wished to speak with you."

"Thank you, Rowen. My friends, I leave you to entertain yourselves for a while." With one last grin, Legolas walked out of the room.

"What is going on, Frodo?" Gimli asked. "Why does Legolas not know of our coming?"

"I shall tell you all I know later, Gimli." Frodo whispered, eyeing Rowen, who was leading them down the hall.

"Master Frodo, if it is because of my presence you hesitate, there is no need. I know of your journey." Rowen said, turning back to the Fellowship. You will find your rooms down this hallway." Rowen pointed to another hallway, turning right. He bowed and quickly left the Fellowship.

"What is this about a journey?" Aragorn asked, frowning.

"I am surprised, Aragorn, that you of all of us do not know." Frodo said surprisingly. He looked around to make certain Legolas was nowhere in sight. "Did Gandalf tell you nothing?"

"Only that we were to come to Mirkwood." Aragorn answered back.

"Gandalf has arranged a quest of some sorts for us. He says that Saruman is attempting to rise to power once again and that he is searching for Legolas."

"Why the Elf?" Gimli asked, frowning.

Frodo shrugged. "Gandalf only said that he did not know either. I hope he can explain more when he arrives."

"And I suppose Gandalf does not wish Legolas to know ere he go looking for Saruman himself?" Aragorn guessed.

"Yes." Frodo grinned. "That would be typical of Legolas." They quieted down as Legolas approached with a bright smile on his face.

"Well, good friends!" Legolas tousled Pippin's hair as he strode up to them. "What do you say to some supper?"

"That sounds great!" Merry and Pippin exclaimed eagerly. Legolas laughed and led the group into the dining hall where Thranduil was already seated.

"Ah, King Elessar and our other good friends!" Thranduil greeted them merrily. "It has been long since I have last seen you! I hope you have had an uneventful journey?"

Aragorn smiled. "Of course, Lord. And it is good to see you in such good health, King Thranduil!"

"If not in good health, what would I be in?" Thranduil laughed. "Come, come! Please be seated!"

Aragorn sat down across from Legolas. He stared at the Elf. Legolas was conversing with Gimli, or rather, Gimli was talking while Legolas listened. Aragorn frowned slightly as he noticed Legolas' emaciated figure. But despite his gaunt frame, the Elf was still beautiful. Aragorn longed to run his fingers through Legolas' silky blonde hair again and feel the warmth of his body. But Aragorn knew that was not possible. He had Arwen by his side and he was getting the sinking feeling that Legolas had forgotten him in the sense of love. Aragorn's thoughts were interrupted as a tall figure strode into the hall. Gandalf nodded briskly to Aragorn before showing relief at the sight of the Hobbits and Gimli.

"Gandalf, you are here!" Legolas said happily.

"Did I not say I would return soon?" Gandalf asked, looking down fondly at the joyous Elf.

"Sit, Gandalf. You will feast with us." Thranduil invited.

"Of course." Gandalf sat down beside Aragorn. "Is Arwen not here?" he asked in a low voice.

"She chose not to come." Aragorn answered. "Have you learned anything?"

"No," Gandalf said heavily. "But I shall speak with you and the others after Legolas has gone to sleep." Aragorn nodded and continued to eat his food as he shot another glance at Legolas every once in a while.

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Everyone gathered in the dining hall. Gandalf and Thranduil sat at the head of the table.

"Gandalf," Gimli looked up at the grave wizard, "what has happened?"

"Regretfully, I must tell you that I do not know anything more than what I have already revealed. Treebeard informs me that he has seen more activity in both Isenguard and the borders of Mordor. More Orcs have appeared."

"That does not signify that Legolas is in danger." Thranduil countered.

"No, but Saruman attempted to lure Legolas out of Mirkwood last night. I do not doubt he will try again."

"What must we do to help?" Aragorn asked.

"There is no doubt in my mind that Saruman is aware of your reunion. I called upon all of you to protect Legolas."

"Mithrandir, begging your pardon," Thranduil interrupted, "but Mirkwood has armies that would give their right arms to protect their prince."

"And I do not doubt that, Thranduil," Gandalf replied, "but your armies have not the connection the Fellowship has. The Fellowship is great in power when together. They have defeated the Black Hand once and they shall do it again."

"What must we do?" Frodo asked.

"I must ask you to go to Mordor."

"Why Mordor?" Sam asked with a shiver.

"Because Saruman resides there." Gandalf replied. "Saruman has moved to Mordor because his powers are stronger there. You must go to Mordor to destroy Saruman. Once and for all." Gandalf's eyes held a cold finality.

Author's note: I'm supposed to be writing an essay for my English class…. Hahaha =X

PS. Sorry if the chapters are short… =X they seem longer when they're handwritten in a notebook lol