AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that it has been so long since I've updated! I've had writer's block with this story for the last little while. That and I were writing another story at the time aswell. Anyway, enjoy this chapter. I promise to update this more often, so please keep reading and reviewing!

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"I am sorry. I have tried everything and I cannot fix this." Galandriel said, who had been called upon by Thranduil to help with their dire situation.

Legolas, who was obviously still a cat, hung his head. Perhaps this was it. Maybe he would be a cat forever.

'All this because of my foolishness.' He thought for the umpteenth time. Still, it stung to think about each time.

Thranduil looked sorrowful and angry at the same time. "I thank you for trying." He said simply.

Galandriel felt sympathy for the poor king. It was obvious to her that he loved his son dearly and he wouldn't he happy again until he was returned to his former self.

"There may be another way." She said after a long moment.

Thandruil's head shot up, his face full of hope. "Yes?"

She nodded. "We must call on Gandalf the White. He is the most powerful wizard in all of Middle Earth. My heart tells me that he will have enough power to do what you request."

Christine and Frodo's faces lit up. They would get to see their old friend again! Excitement filled both of their hearts.

"Sounds like a kick-ass idea!" Christine said cheerfully.

Everyone gave her a funny look, not understanding her words.

Christine mentally smacked herself. She should have learned by now that her modern language was foreign to them. Well, she had actually, but sometimes she did slip up. Not matter though, she could easily correct herself.

"I meant it sounds like a good idea."

Frodo smiled at her small quirk. It was one of things he secretly loved about her.

"Let it be so." Thranduil said, looking pointedly at his Royal Messenger who had been standing a few feet away. He nodded at his King and set out to complete his task.

Christine squatted down so she could speak with Legolas. "You hear that? They're bringing Gandalf here to help! You'll be your old Elven self in no time." She said, teasing him about his age.

Legolas batted at her playfully for the remark, only succeeding in making her laugh.

Thranduil smiled at the exchange. It was nice to see merriment around the Palace again. 'Some sun is shining upon us now.' He thought to himself.
Four days later, Christine, Frodo, Legolas and Thranduil stood outside watching Gandalf make his final approach towards the Palace.

Christine and Frodo waved at him madly in their excitement. Gandalf smiled at their enthusiasm and waved back.

"Welcome! Welcome!" King Thranduil said cheerfully greeting the Wizard.

"Hello, my dear friend." He said and gently hugged the King. Over his shoulder, he saw Christine and Frodo running down the steps. Gandalf released the king and embraced the two of them as they barreled into him.

"Oh, how good it is to see you again!" Frodo shouted.

Gandalf chuckled. "It is good to see you again, Frodo."

Christine smiled at him. "You look good for an old guy." She teased good- naturedly.

Gandalf laughed heartily. "Ah, I have missed your humour, my dear Mrs. Baggins." He said, glancing at the ring on her finger.

Just then, his eyebrows shot up. "You are with child!"

Christine beamed at him. "Yes, I am eight months along now."

"Are you going to have your baby here in Rivendell? A trip back home that late in your pregnancy doesn't seem favourable."

Christine thought for a moment. "You're right about that, Gandalf. I think I will."

Frodo smiled. "That would be most pleasant." The Hobbit said, liking the idea.

Thranduil beamed at her decision. "This kingdom will rejoice at a birth at the Palace! We shall a lovely party for you to celebrate his or her arrival!"

Christine blushed. "You don't have to-" The King cut her off. "Do not worry. I enjoy doing these events immensely. Now, you would not want to ruin my fun now would you?" he asked, grinning.

Christine smiled, so it was his father that Legolas got his personality from. "No, I wouldn't want to do that."

Thranduil smiled a full smile this time, realizing he'd won. Christine rolled her eyes playfully. Men and their egos, she thought.

"Now," Gandalf said after a long moment. "Let us attend to the Prince, shall we?"

They all headed back into the palace where Legolas was still sitting on the railing.

"Ah, Legolas Prince of Mirkwood, we shall have you back to yourself in no time." And with that, Gandalf scratched him behind his ears briefly.

"So you can help him?" Christine asked hopefully.

"Yes, indeed." The wizard answered, then raised his arms in the air. He began chanting an ancient Elven spell.

Legolas watched him, completely entranced. 'I hope this works, or I will have to get a cat bed and litter box.' He thought.

Glowing light pink lights surrounded the Prince. Legolas fought the cat- like urge to bat at them. It seemed that each day that he spent as a cat, he adopted more and more cat-like behaviors. Why, just the other day he had chased a mouse around the palace. He hoped that in the small chance this spell didn't work, he wouldn't lose himself completely.

Soon, there was smoke and Legolas could no longer see anyone around him. In another instant, it was cleared again and he saw Gandalf standing there, his arms down now. The only difference was there was a scowl on his face.

"Oh, bother." Legolas heard him mutter. What was that about?

"Good Lord!" Frodo and Christine said at the same time. Legolas looked down to see what had shocked them. To his surprise, his cat feet were gone and were replaced by cloven hooves. Now what in all of Middle was he?

"I am sorry, Legolas. It appears that you are now a goat." Legolas looked at the wizard, shocked.

'I'm a goat?' he shouted. The Elven Prince started as a totally new sound came out of his mouth.

Legolas caught sight of a mirror that was inside the Royal Throne Room. He gaped at his new form. He had long, white fur and two black horns that pointed towards his back and a beard.

For some reason, he felt compelled to laugh at himself. Unfortunately, Legolas wasn't sure if goats could laugh. He tried anyway, and ended up making that same odd noise he'd made earlier. Feeling defeated, hung his head. He was so sure Gandalf could have helped him. Perhaps it was time to give up hope.

"Don't be upset." Christine soothed, stroking his goat fur. "Gandalf will try again. Remember that he knows a lot of spells, not just that one. Maybe one in another language can help you out." She offered.

Her words raised his spirits a little. 'I am going to need better patience.' Legolas noted to himself.

Gandalf cleared his throat, and picked another spell to try. "Let us hope this one works." He said to everyone. They all nodded and watched the Wizard work.

He chanted in Dwarfish this time, loudly and boisterously as the race did. There was a loud boom at the end that echoed through the Palace. Everyone covered his or her ears.

Christine brought out the mirror from the Throne Room so Legolas could see right away whether or not the spell had worked. Silently, they all waited anxiously.

Legolas cautiously opened one eye after it was all finished. He noticed Christine holding the mirror and looked straight into it. His heart sank as he saw a blonde colored horse staring back at him.

Throughout the afternoon, Legolas was turned into a rabbit, a frog, a hawk, a dragon, then finally back into a cat.

"Perhaps this is hopeless." Frodo said sadly.

Gandalf glared at the hobbit determinedly. "I will find a way. I just have to sit and think over more spells." And with that, he left the room.

Legolas settled himself next to his father. "Do not worry, Legolas. Gandalf will not let us down," he said, hoping to comfort the Prince. Legolas sighed and lay down. To him, the situation looked grim, but if his father still believed so would he. After all, his father was a wise man and was hardly ever wrong about having faith.

"That reminds me," Christine said all of sudden, "Why hasn't your other son arrived?"

Thranduil sighed. "He developed an independent streak and decided against coming here to claim the throne."

Christine gaped at him. "I thought that he had no choice."

"He was appointed a member of a different race of Elves that allow them to choose whether or not they wish to undertake such a duty as this."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Me aswell." Thranduil said sadly. "I do not wish to see the Kingdom fall to pieces. It would break my heart."

Legolas stared at his father for a long moment, and in an instant made a decision. 'I will be King, father. I do not want you sad. I have been a fool, I should have accepted the duty from the beginning instead of trying to run from it.' He said, gently laying a paw on his father's knee.

Thranduil stole a glance at his son and smiled, as though he had just heard what he had said.

Just then, Gandalf burst into the room. "I know what to do! I know to change him back!"