Title: Rating: Pg-13 Genre: Angst/Drama Summary: (See previous chapter) Added: If Legolas has kids, does that still make them Mary Sues? Plz read and review.

Chapter Three The Gates of Mirkwood

(AN: Warning! Am trying to put the Fellowship timeline in here. May turn out to be corny and off beat but oh well. Also, might change to different perspective.)

For many days we journeyed, walking slowly amongst the trees. The large hard-woods calmed me, as I know they did my sister. We camped whenever we felt like it and walked most of the way.

One morning, I woke up to find my sister gone, and a note written in the dirt near her bedroll. Celedir. Taking a bath. You're turn next.

I rolled back under my blanket and snoozed a bit longer til Kalathrien got back. "You're turn." She sang out after she poked me in the stomach. I grumbled and tossed off my covers, crankily scuffing over to take my bath.

The icy water woke me up immediately. I yelped as the frigid water hid my tender skin. I heard Kalathrien laughing. I bathed quickly and put my clothes back on. Kalathrien snickered at me as I got back to the camp. I shivered and stuck my tongue out at her.

"Child." She teased me.

"You bet." I said back.

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We walked deeper into the forest; the large trees shaded us from the afternoon sun. As it neared later afternoon, we arrived at a bridge. It crossed over a small river. Several barrels floated lazily past us. Kalathrien watched them float by. "Where are we?" she asked no one in particular.

"MIRKWOOD!" I shouted screechily.

Kalathrien jumped about a foot in the air.

"What was that for?!" she shrieked back, bonking me on the head with the back of her hand.

"Ow... Mirkwood, we're in Mirkwood." I said a little more calmly.

We were both forced to put surprise aside and resort to astonishment, because, at that moment, we were both confronting with a very upset and frightened looking elven archer.

"Who are you, why are you here? Quickly now!" the first archer said squeakily.

"Yes, who are you. Why are you on the lands of King Thranduil?" the second ordered.

The two didn't look much older than Kalathrien and myself. My sister giggled quietly and tried to hide her mirth. The two guards were shaking with fear.

"I'd be scared of you too." I muttered to her. She whacked me again.

"Why have you attacked us?" I growled, trying my best to sound frightening. The taller elf stepped forward.

"W-we are guards of Lord Thranduil. We have b-been ordered t-to capture any i-invaders or t-trespassers into Mirkwood." He stepped back, looking pleased with himself.

"Ah. Well.... Then will you take us to you're King?" Kalathrien said with barely contained laughter.

The two elves thought for a second.

"Uh. Ok." said the smaller one.
The two other elves led us through the rapidly darkening woods to they're home. As we neared a bridge, Kalathrien suddenly stopped and looked up at the gates. She seemed to go into a trance, and remained that way for a few minutes before I shook her awake.

"Gwathel, what is it?" I asked worriedly. She gazed up at the ramparts again.

"We... have been here before." she said mistily.

"I know. Come on." I muttered, half angry.

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I know, I know. Boring and drab. Sorry. R/R ppl