Author: Relenquinix and Edward Uwnhai Silverfang

E-mail: Relenquinix@Yahoo.com and Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com

Warning: Contains violence. This story is an alternate universe story; nothing having to do with the books, so that means no spoilers.

Summery: There are four Squad's of Elves who work to cleans the dimensions of orcs. Kind of hard to explain, but its about all of the Squads and how they get along and their war's. basically.

Authors Note: Sorry it took me a bit to get to this, I just wanted to finish Never Alone first since I was that close. And I'm sorry Relen, I didn't know you were that sick!!!

*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter Eight ~*~*~*~*~*~

It was within the week that Thranduil's realm is attacked by orcs as well, and the land becomes even more dangerous to live there. We were losing men at a faster rate then ever before and Thranduil could tell that this would not end well, at the moment Kain is the only place not attacked and probably the safest place considering there is not very much land able to take orcs and they would be wiped out there.

So it was with a heavy heart that Thranduil wrote a letter to Elrond asking for his son to stay there. He called in a messenger and sent them off with the letter. Then walked out of his office to find his son. Legolas was outside playing in the trees with a few of his friends and had just made a jump from one tree to another running along the limbs like a squirrel.

Thranduil couldn't help but become amazed by this, he had never had that much balance or coordination, but some did, Legolas must have gotten that from his mother. He called Legolas over to him and waited as he turned saw him, a smile breaking out over his features, then raced back the way he had come, jumping out of the tree and landing right in front of the king.

"I need you to come with me." He said, Legolas nodded and turned back waving at the other elves his age. Then followed his father to the cave entrance and down the long corridor to his father's office. Once there he sat down in his father's chair and relaxed back into the cushions.

Thranduil smiled at this, "Legolas, I'm sending you to Kain with Lord Elrond for a while." Legolas' eyes widened and he jumped up, shaking his head no. "Don't argue with me, I am and you need to go pack." Thranduil stated pointing for Legolas to leave and do as told. Legolas glared at him, but left anyways.

*~*~*~* Legolas ~*~*~*~

After I was sent away I stormed down to my room and plopped down onto my bed, I was angry, obviously. I mean, why send me away? I've fought orcs before! I've fought spiders and giant snakes and all sorts of other things. Why send me to Kain? I couldn't huff about it all the time though, so I grabbed my bag and stuffed a couple of pair of clothes in, and numerous other things I might need.

When I finished that, I laid it next to my door and sat down heavily on my bed. I looked around my room at everything in it. Just looking I could see why he would want me to go, it was a child's room still, not a mans.

I stood and first walked to my book shelf, it contained, still, all of my old books from when I had been a babe and my dad, or someone close would read to me, and after I got to be a bit older I would read myself sometimes. But these books I didn't even read anymore, they were to young for me.

I took all of these books and scrolls and put them in a pile on my desk. Then I moved to my dresser, on top were sitting a few horse figurines I had played with and a few dolls, made to look tough to insure maleness; I took these over to my desk as well. Then I moved over to my walls, I had my toy arrows still propped against a corner and the bow I had used hung on a nail above the wall.

These I took over to my pile of childish belongings and left them. I looked around again, and frowned, I remembered how my dads rooms were always impeccably clean and sparkling, I didn't really feel like going all the way and making it glean, but I did pick up my room and left my dirty clothes in a pile near my dresser and the clean ones were folded and put away properly.

After this I walked over to my bed and made it for the first time in my life without having to be told, then I walked into the adjoining bathroom and looking through all of my stuff in here. I had little fish carved from bone and painted to look like real ones, only cuter, and little sponge animals that I had played with, I took these and all my bath oils that I had loved as I child, like sugar tarts, and added them to the pile.

I then rummaged around a bit and found a box I could use, I put them all in the box and shoved it under my bed. I looked around and found the room to now look bare, I shivered. Why is it I never could get things right? My dad was probably annoyed with my lack of speaking skills, at first I had been afraid to do so, now it was just a habit, I guess I should start talking like everyone else.

But I had tried, and failed, never remembered to say yes instead of nodding my head. I sighed deeply and fell back on my suddenly rumpled bed and screwed my eyes shut tightly. I could still see it when I did this, my dad running into my nursery looking half frightened and he grabbed me up into his arms and my special blanket. He had told me not to talk then, that someone could get killed, so I had whispered a yes to him and he had run out of the room with me curled up tight in his arms covered by my blanket.

I had peeped out and watched as all the elves I had seen and even a few I could name or had talked to running about in mayhem, trying to escape or get to their post and whatnot. Then we were outside and my dad was running with a small number of elves to the awaiting forest and my grandfather had stayed behind.

I had seen him take a hit and I had disobeyed the rule, I had screamed for him. The orcs then saw us and I was even more afraid, they attacked us as well and my father had been hurt and fell, I had crawled out from under him and watched as the orc came up to me, and it was about to strike me down when his blow was deflected and my grandfather was there and fighting it.

Then he was chocking on blood for a moment then black blood was spraying down upon us and the orcs body fell dead, my grandfather and woken my dad and convinced him to take me away, then I didn't understand anything and had thought it was my fault he was dead, but now I know that when Oropher had decided to stay to help us get out, he knew he had been taking on a task that would more then likely claim his life, even without me.

I sat up after a moment and wiped the stray tears away and looked around the room once more, deciding what I could do with the place. I had a few favorites in the library; I could copy them down and store them in here so I wont have to trek to the library anymore when I want to read them. I could make a map of my favorite routes in the forest to different places my friends and I liked to take and hang them on the wall.

I smiled riley, my dad would appreciate that one, he would be able to find me easier if I ditched my studies or if he just wanted to find me for another reason as he did today, but I still occupied the main city when he had gone looking for me and so that had been a little easy.

I walked into the bathing room and splashed a little water into my face to wash the tears away, then I went back out to the main room and left, I would start a collection of my favorite weapon, the knife, and hang them on the walls. I went down to the barracks, there I had stored all my weapons, and I riffled through them, some were older and I didn't use anymore, those I took and went back up to my room.

Soon I had five pairs of knives hanging on the walls starting from the first acquired and I would continue with this and maybe one day I would have my walls covered. I sat down and stared at the knives then, the first I had used as a young Elfling, they were still sharp though, made out of good deep red wood, polished to shine, with a standard cross-piece and a seven inch blade.

Kind of small for a real warrior, but then I had been too small to wield a bigger one properly, so these I had used. The next was the first knives I had ever made, I had taken bone's from a worms rib and used that for the handle, bleached the bone first then carved it into once more a slandered cross-piece, and then I had slit the end and inserted a silver blade that was now twelve inches.

They had been my pride and joy for years, and I shown them to my father and he had picked me up exclaiming how proud of me he was and swirling me around giving me a big bear hug. The next had been gifted to me by my father after I had made my first kill, made out of special metal that did not break, and fashioned to look like a dragons head going either way across the handle and it had been a foot in a half, I had been so happy then I can remember trying to talk and tell him, but my voice had cracked and it hurt to try, so I had given up.

The fourth were ones I had looted off of a dead orc, they didn't use knives often, so I had thought it exciting to own a pair of evil knives, the ends still had poison on them and they still carried the black blood of their previous owner and the blood of his kills. I had never used them in battle, but kept them anyways.

Then the fifth, they had belonged to my grandfather, they had the head of a snake, the mouth gapping and tongue slipping out, the fangs gleamed and my favorite part about these were that fact that the tips of the cross-piece was made to be used as a edge as well, usually tipped in an acidic venom and pushed into the victims arm or whatever after a slash was made, it slowed the opponent down so the kill could be made easier.

Soon I went down for dinner and I had avoided my father, still mad at him and all, and I had sat with the other boys my age and informed them about what my father had wanted, they had laughed and teased me, but I knew this was playful, they knew I was no whimpering babe. Afterwards I and made my way back up to my room and slept, but as usual, I had a bad dream and by morning was found curled up in my fathers arms, I wondered if this would still be aloud after I passed my majority, I sometimes hoped it would.

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Look!!! I finally updated!! Yay for me. I'm sorry about that wait, but I could find inspiration, I'll try not to let it catch me again. Your turn Relen!