Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.R.R. Tolkien's characters, we all know who they are *longingly eyes Legolas* But I do get bad boy Igraine.....

Author's Notes: Hey guys! *giggles at all the chaos she's made and wonders if she should maybe put this chapter off a little more.....* The support I've been getting is HUGE! (well, compared to my other stories, it is, hee hee) I really love reading all my reviews :) Okay, to comment on some of the reviewers, like Canon Police (wowie, ur strict!), I have read the Fellowship of the Rings, the Two Towers, and the Return of the King (before the movie came out too! Go me!) but I haven't read the Hobbit. *wonders if she should duck in case tomatoes start to be hurled in her direction* And unfortunately for me, it's the Hobbit, of all my luck, that has all the info about Mirkwood and stuff. So please don't hunt me down and stuff for not knowing, I'm just a poor teenager trying to make her way through this world :) Plus even if I did read the Hobbit, I'd probably just change things so that I like them...that's an annoying habit of mine....well, I hope you guys like my version of Mirkwood and Thranduil and stuff and thanks for reading, I'll be sure to post more chapters as soon as I can! Okay, now on with the story!

Morgause was swimming in a pool of pain. Her ears were roaring and she floated through a haze of red clouds, as firey as a demon's breath. Then, a breath of cool calmed her and little by little, the pain started to disappear. Was she dying?

Then she suddenly saw through her blury, hazy vision, the concerned face of Legolas murmuring something in elvish.

Morgause swore. He was healing her! Of all her luck. Now he was going to die and she was going to live with the sign of exile branded onto her shoulder for the rest of her life. Then, this last thought fluttered out of her mind like a bird racing towards open air and she passed on to a merciful dreamless sleep.

She woke up in Legolas room. He sat before her in a wooden chair looking not too comfortable.

"Gods," he said, when he saw her wake up. "You terrified me beyond wit's end." Morgause narrowed her eyes and nearly slapped him but contained her temper.

"What time is it?" she asked, her voice deceptively calm.

"Noon," answered Legolas.

"No," Morgause whispered angrily. She dug her fingernails into the pillow she was leaning against.

"I should have killed you when I had the chance," she cried. Legolas looked taken aback then his eyes turned suspicious.

"Explain, please before I get to angry to listen." She swallowed.

"I'm supposed to kill you and because you had to heal me, we're both going to die."

"Wait, you've been conning me this whole time?" asked Legolas. He looked thoughtful more than angry but Morgause worried.

"Yes," Morgause hissed impatiently. Time was too short on their hands and she didn't want to waste her time trying to explain to him her second thoughts.

"By gods, why?" he asked.

"I don't have a family," said Morgause, angrily. "My blood family are nothing but people who brought me to this world and I wish they hadn't. That man I called my uncle, Igraine, he was the closest thing to family I had. He is my god and I have wronged him."

"Someone who orders you to do things against your will is not a god or family," said Legolas.

"Well it doesn't matter now because by this time tomorrow, your head will be cut from your body and I will be wandering Middle- Earth with the sign of exile on my shoulder for the rest of my damn life," Morgause snapped back.

"Well what good would it have done both of us with you dead and me probably dead after your 'uncle' catches me?" Morgause was irritated, Legolas sounded practical and reasonable.

They sat in worried silence.

"We have to leave," Legolas finally said. "To...set Igraine on a chase."

"A chase that he'll finish in less than a night," said Morgause. "You do not understand. This is Igraine, he is the master of masters, he is the head of assasins, the most powerful of all Black Dragons. He could find anybody like that."

"Then we need to be hidden."

"No, we're only endangering others."

"You have to trust me to keep us safe." Legolas grabbed Morgause's hand for emphasis.

"This isn't about trust!" she cried, yanking her hand back. "It's about keeping our sorry selves alive!"

"And by trusting me we will stay alive."

"Stop it," Morgause demanded.

"Stop what?" he asked.

"Stop acting like you're still my friend. I was supposed to kill you, haven't you realized that yet?"

"You may not know it but you are a good person, Morgause," Legolas said, more quietly.

"How? How was I a good person?" She was nearly screaming. She was near hysteria. From a detached portion of her brain, she almost chuckled to herself. She seemed to work in extremes, completely no emotions or hysterical.

"If you weren't you would have killed me. That day, in the forest."

"I was deceiving you," she snapped. "I was relishing the fact of how hurt you would be when you saw me raise that dagger and start to plunge it straight into your heart..." She was falling into the void of panic. Her breath came in little, wheezy gasps.

"And you nearly killed yourself," Legolas finished. "Instead. You may not be able to escape Igraine alone and I might not be able to keep him from killing me alone. If we work together we might have a chance against him. You said so yourself, he was your family. You have a sense of how his mind works. Come on, we're going to stay in this together."

Morgause wordlessly walked after him, furious but wondering what he was planning to do. Legolas grabbed his bow and arrow and a dagger and she grabbed a short sword.

She jumped on Angulet's back and was surprised but tried not to show it when Legolas jumped upon a horse without a saddle either. They started towards the edge of the forest.

"Morguase." She heard her name being called, wait, no, said. Morgause slowly turned around, her heart thumping with foreboding. It was Igraine and suddenly he changed from a deity into a demon. They locked eyes and Morgause held her breath. Seconds stretched to infinity and she could hear Legolas urging her to start her horse into a gallop. Saying that Igraine couldn't keep up for he was only on foot. But she couldn't answer, she could only look into those cold eyes of Igraine.

Time stretched even slower as Igraine pulled his hand back and in it seemed to magically materialize a dagger, glinting in the sunlight. He threw it and it came towards Morgause. She managed to catch it by the blade and swore as blood pooled out of her palm. It spooked Andulet and Legolas' horse.

Then, Legolas shouted a word that Morgause couldn't understand and both horses started at a dead run into the forest. Morgause looked behind her shoulder. Igraine stood there, wearing an expression that Morgause couldn't interpret. But it scared her. His face stayed in her mind as they rode on, even after he disappeared from view. Only after a couple of hours later, she realized what it was. Morgause shivered. Pure determination and confidence. He would get what he wanted, he always did. She rubbed her shoulder and could almost feel the scorching metal on her skin.

"Where are you taking us?" she asked.

"To a friend. One we can both trust. Powerful, I'm sure we will be safe there," said Legolas but he wore a troubled expression.

"How long will we stay there?" Morgause was nearly calling, they were traveling so fast the wind picked up their voices and carried them away before they could be caught by waiting ears.

"As long as we can."

"We cannot live like this forever," she reminded Legolas. "Igraine will catch us sooner or later."

Legolas did not answer. Morgause suddenly felt a weight around her neck. She felt about until her hands brushed the Black Dragon pendant. She wondered if she should take it off. After all, she had just broken the Code of Honor and the rules of the assasins that even a first year would know by heart. But something kept Morgause from ripping the cord from around her neck and throwing it as far away from her as possible. Maybe it was because she had worked so hard for it. Everything she had ever believed in had recently become turned over and Morgause felt as if her head were exploding.

"Slow down your horse," Legolas said. They slowed their horses down to a trot, then a walk then to a complete stop. Legolas motioned for her to be quiet. He stayed so still for what seemd like forever but was probably only a couple of minutes. Then, silently, he took out his bow and arrow from his back and shot an arrow. There was an instant uproar. Men leaped from their hiding places as Morgause jumped from Andulet's back.

From the corner of her vision, Morgause saw Legolas slay two more people. There were not many of them but they were skilled fighters. Morgause saw the face of the one advancing towards her and caught her breath. They parried for a short while then Morgause, taking a deep breath, thrust her blade, digging it deep into the other man's chest. Her stomach roared. Her mind detached from her body, she killed two more and saw Legolas finishing off the rest.

"Who are these men?" Legolas asked. There was a small carnage around them. Morgause had to swallow a couple of times before answering.

"These are other men I knew from where I used to live. They were also training to be assasins." Legolas frowned.

"Hurry, mount Andulet, we must hurry." As she did mount her horse, she took one last look at the first man she had slain.

"You never were quick with the blade, Gaheris," she whispered. They galloped off.

After what seemd like an eternity, they approached some sort of community, a rich dwelling. Morgause had only seen this place in books before.

Legolas dismounted and led her through the streets and came to a large palace. Standing in front of large double doors was an elf. Legolas approached him.

"Elrond, we need your help."

*Okay guys, before you guys shoot me down, I fully know that you probably can't go from Mirkwood all the way to Rivendell in one day, well maybe you can but I doubt it. But for the sake of my story, I changed it again. So if this really, really bugs you, sorry in advance! :)