A/N: Evil Legolas it is! Ha ha!

Diclaimer: Ditto from chpt.1.

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"In Flanders Fields" Line 7:

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow...

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He sat upon the soft grass letting the last rays of the sun beam down upon his face before she returned to her place beneath the horizon. The rasy felt warm against his face, yet his feelings did not reflect it. A flashback of the day painfully forced itself into his mind again.

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After the Wraiths had awaken Legolas was brutally forced back to the camp.

'Move ELF!' A Wraith shouted as he pushed Legolas forward with the hem of his sword.

Obeyingly Legolas nodded and began to shuffle back to camp trying to keep his feelings of anger supressed. He did not want that evil spirit to arise again. If it did he would lose all control.

'Bind him.' The Lord of the Nazgúl commanded as they reached where the rest of the Wraiths were.

The Elf looked up in astonishment. 'I will not escape, you have power over me. Certainly there is no need for binds?' he lied.

'Bind him.' The Lord repeated cruelly.

'No!' The words burst from his mouth in such a manner that Legolas did not know what had come over him.

'Then I see that I have not COMPLETE power over you, now do I?' The Wraith hissed.

The Prince cursed himself for that outburst and said nothing more. He was beginning to lose control over the evil presence and he knew it.

Painfully restraining himself from losing control of his anger, Legolas stood patiently as the other Wraiths bound him.

The Lord of the Ringwraiths frowned at The Elf's defiance to the evil that grew within him; he tried again at another attempt to anger him.

'They are not coming for you. Of course you knew, did you not?' he smirked.

Legolas glared at him. 'You do not know that for certain.'

'Why would I lie?'

'Merely for the reason that you do not want me to grasp onto the hope that remains in my heart.' The Elf barred his teeth as he said this.

'I do not care for 'hope', I simply wanted you to know the truth. And it is that they are not coming for you.' The Wraith narrowed his red eyes behind his dark hood.

'Liar!' Legolas' emotions began to over-boil and anger blinded his judgement. The real Legolas relinquished and the evil spirit had returned.

The Wraith laughed.

'I do not need to lie.'

'Yes you do! That is your way, both you and I know it! You are but a poltroon whom cowers behind his lies!' Legolas spat. His head was bent forward, his arms bound behind his back and his feet planted firmly - untroubled by binds, for the Wraiths did not reach them yet - upon the ground.

'No!' The Lord shrieked, enraged, and through his anger a force so great shot Legolas from the hands of the other Wraiths and threw backwards against a large tree. Pain shot from his back and spread throughout his body as he hit the Maple then slammed down upon the ground.

'So I am right...' The Elf smirked hoarsely, his face toward the ground. The Lord stomped towards The Elf, all other Wraiths backed away fearfully.

Mercilessly he kicked Legolas so that his face looked upward.

'Ugh!' The Elf gasped.

The Lord threw back his hood and his beady red eyes gazed down upon the fallen Elf.

'Look at me!'

'I do not look at cowards.' Legolas smiled as he turned his attention to the Maple Leaves above.

The Lord forced his foot into Legolas' stomach and pressed down upon it.

'You...are....still...a coward....' The Elf whispered, smirking. He turned his head so that his deep blue eyes, which now seemed grey, looked at his foe and his gaze upon the Lord of the Nazgúl was blank.

The Lord felt uneasy, as if the Elf was looking within his very soul, he lifted his foot from Legolas' stomach and walked away.

'Bind him.' He commanded as he made his way to his horse. The Wraiths nodded. 'And also,' The Lord stopped mid-way from the beast and Legolas. 'Voldemort said to bring The Elf alive, but he did not say 'unharmed'.' He smiled at his own malice and mounted his beast.

'I will return shortly.' and he rode away.

The other Wraiths began progress towards the fallen Elf....

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Legolas shook his head as to remove the memory from his mind. Fortunately it disappeared, but yet another figment of the day sauntered into his consciousness....

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He lay upon the ground bruised. His feet were bound, and also his mouth; the Wraiths now sat a few feet away from him, hidden within the shadows of the trees, engrossed in their own conversations.

Legolas let his blue eyes wander to the buff sky, it was the afternoon. He thought of things that had not entered his mind for centuries; he thought of his mother, he thought of that stranger who had appeared in the Mirkwood forest when he was an Elven-child and he thought of the poem that she taught him. He remembered why she had shared it with him and what she had said. 'Yes I agree the poem is beautiful. That's why I'm sharing it with you; and now that I've told it to you, you should share it with others too.' Legolas couldn't believe that he had forgotten about it, and he realized that he had never really shared the poem with anyone. 'I will, the moment I return, I will share that poem with Haldir.' he thought.

Just as he was about to recall more happy memories to his mind, Legolas saw something between the interwoven leaves; in the sky! It was Gwaihir! If there was only some way to call to him! 'Can he not see me?' The Elf pondered. 'Of course not!' He answered his own question as he realized that the large Maple blocked him from view. His green and grey clothing did not aid him either.

'Mmmmm!!!!' he shouted, but the cloth tied to his mouth muffled his cry. The Wraiths turned to see what The Elf was shouting about. They realized Gwaihir in the sky and was about to silence the Elf when, taking note that the Eagle did not heed the Elf, they returned to their conversation.

Legolas watching in horror as Gwaihir flew away. A shadow fell on his heart and tears filled his eyes. 'Don't go, please don't go...' he begged in his thoughts. Knowing that Gwaihir would never be able to see him, Legolas closed his eyes and tiny droplettes of tears streamed down his face and to the ground. 'Please come back... come back..' he pleaded. Yet now Gwaihir was completely out of sight, and the Elf sighed in despair.

But then, a voice made of many voices rang out from the trees; it was a lullaby only Legolas could hear for it was a lullaby sang only for him.

'Sadness, your cry; in our hearts,

We will hold you with our song.

Kindly we will to do our parts,

Though we shall not hold for long.

Do not cry my Elven friend,

Lift your spirits up and sing.

The world has not yet come to end,

Raise your voice and hear it ring.'

They sang slowly, swaying in beat to the wind. Their soft leaves rustled as gusts blew through them, that was their music, that was their lullaby and that was their comfort to the hurt and helpless Elf. Yet it was effective and thus lightened Legolas' heart and in his thoughts, a song was devised.

'In Greenwood, in Mirkwood,

Tall and brave he stood.

Ent of Hope; he was named,

Words of wisedom; he was famed.

Left lessons dear; in my mind,

Love of Arda was our bind.

Never faltered in his choice,

Strength and hope within his voice.

In Greenwood, in Mirkwood,

Never evil: forever good.

In Greenwood, in Mirkwood,

Ever tall this great Ent stood.'

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Legolas had now returned from his reveries and enjoyed the rest of the remaining day as the sun melted into the horizon......

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A/N: Sorry for not having updated in so long! Anywayz, ciao! Need I ask you to r/r?