A/N: truly thanks to the suggestions of "LOTR Sparkling Pippin" and "Legolasluffsme". Welcome come to more advises!

Disclaimer: You all know I've nothing, really don't want to repeat these kind of words again in the following chapters...

Chapter Two

The Break

"Father!" Legolas the Greenleaf exclaimed with pleasure and jumped down from his carriage.

The king of Mirkwood was standing beside the road with his servants. He smiled happily as he saw his son running towards him.

"Father, I'm really glad to see you again." Said Legolas with exhaustions in his eyes.

"So do I! But what's happened my son? You seem really tired." Thranduil asked softly as he saw the sadness and tiredness in Legolas' eyes.

"It was- " Legolas paused when he saw the servants behind Thranduil, "it's nothing, nothing..." He repeated the words in whispering.

Thranduil had realized there are something Legolas hidden from him, "Well! Welcome to our prince's back and our dear dwarf friend!" Thranduil broke the ice, and Gimli bowed politely, "What are you waiting for, come and prepare for the celebrate! Come! Come!" The king said to his servants and laughed merrily.

"I've realized that you have some hidden from me today. Now, my son, what's going wrong?" Thranduil asked again during the celebration.

"Father, yes you're right. There is something wrong, but it's worse than you thought," Legolas paused, drank some wine from the cup, and lowered his voice, "A really bad omen perhaps. Estel was... dead."

"How?" Thranduil frowned, "we've just met days before. Someone plot a murder on the king?"

"Yes. Someone, someone stabbed a dagger into the King's chest." Legolas sighed. The fears in Aragorn's eyes returned in his mind.

"A traitor, Aragorn said it was a traitor who stabbed the dagger, the unforgivable traitor and dagger!" Gimli said the words between his teeth.

After a long time of silence, Thranduil picked up his goblet again: "How about Gandalf? How does he think about this usurper?"

"Userper?" Legolas surprised.

"The target of this murder is definitely the diadem of Gondor. Elfstone was just the first victim." Thranduil explained.

"Un.. Father, can I excused, I'm rather tired these days."

"Of course, of course. Good night my son, and have a good sleep."

After Legolas and Gimli were left, Thranduil fallen into the abyss of his thoughts.

"Ah! Help!" The next morning, a terrible scream of a servant came out from Legolas' bedroom. Thranduil woke up from a horrible dream, ran into Legolas' room.

"Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed a servant among the panic people.

On the ground, it was Legolas, with blood all over his cloth and a dagger stabbed deeply into his heart. Legolas' eyes closed tightly in terror, and a broken arrow beneath his body.

Gimli was knelt beside Legolas' body and cried for his friend, "no.. does this mean that Legolas is the second victim?"

"I've never thought my son would be the victim of fighting of Gondor...." Thranduil picked up the arrow under Legolas' back held tightly in his hand. The symbol of Mirkwood on the arrow shined in sadness.

"Why? Why does this disaster ever came to Mirkwood, ever came to my palace, ever came to my son?! Why?" cried Thranduil in despair, then he fell on to the ground.