A/N: Sorry I haven't updated, I went to Japan to visit my uncle for a week.
I only got ONE review and I thank that person.
Deana: I really don't know. All I know is that he is still a child.
On with story.
Thranduil had been searching everywhere for his missing child. He searched the palace, the grounds outside, even the forest, but the small blonde headed child was never found. He ordered all the guards to split up into groups and search the woods.
Thranduil stood on the balcony in his room. His hair dancing around in the cool breeze of the night, his blue eyes searching the landscape for any sign of his son. He never saw him though.
He never heard the door open to his room. Light footsteps walked over to him. A gentle hand set on his shoulder. Thranduil jumped slightly and turned to see Lómomir, his eldest son. No words needed to be spoken. They nodded at each other and looked back out at the endless landscape of trees, hoping to see Legolas.
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Amowiel was in an Elven sleep. Her leaf green eyes seen threw her slightly open eyelids. She was having a peaceful dream about horses and trees when suddenly everything faded. It turned into a dark scene; it was musty and cold. You could feel how damp it was, it was a cave.
Amowiel looked around, confusion written all over her pale face. Usually Elves could see in the dark, but she couldn't. This began to scare her.
Suddenly, a dark presence filled the air. She could feel its hot breath breathing down her neck.
"Amowiel." It whispered, its evil voice filling the air.
Amowiel recognized that voice. It had been in her dreams two other times. They had warned her once about Legolas, but it made no sense. Then it returned and said to be ready. She never got any of it. She never told her father or brothers about it. She thought it was just a nightmare.
"What do you want?" Amowiel asked boldly, hiding the fact that she was scared.
"I got your brother." It whispered.
Amowiel's eyes widened.
"Wh. What do you mean?" She trembled.
"I got Legolas. Your father and eldest brother, Lómomir, are trying to find him before you would wake up." It said menacingly.
"Why do you want him?" She asked shaking now.
"Amowiel! Amowiel! Do not listen to him!" Legolas's voice yelled.
"Legolas! Legolas! Where are you?!" Amowiel yelled back.
The person laughed, piercing the air with its evilness. Amowiel closed her eyes, hot tears stinging them.
"Be ready, child." It said.
The room began to fade again, the darkness went away and light could be seen again.
Amowiel sat up in her bed sweat dripping down her forehead. She was breathing heavily. Looking around the room, she saw that the sun was shining threw the window, its rays lighting up everything. You could hear the birds chirping and the water rushing calmly down the streams.
Amowiel hopped out of bed, quickly getting dressed. Brushing her hair and teeth, she began to pack. She would set out and find her brother, no matter what. She would take someone with her though, because if something happened to one, the other could escape and get help. She sat on her bed, thinking hard about whom to bring.
A soft knock was heard at her door. She quickly snapped out of her thoughts. She hid her bags under her bed and walked over to the door. Sighing, she opened it.
Standing there was her father, his blue eyes staring down at her, a warm smile upon his face.
"Are you coming to join us for breakfast, we have guests?" Thranduil asked.
Amowiel nodded.
"I'll be there in a second." She said, smiling up at her father. He nodded and turned to leave.
"Um, ada. What happened to the feast last night? I went down there and no one was there." She asked.
Thranduil turned around.
"We decided to repost it. It will be held next week. It turns out that no one could come. And the people that Legolas wanted to come from other places weren't here yet, and won't be until next week." Thranduil said. It pained him to lie to his only daughter, but some of it was true.
"Oh, ok." Amowiel said, apparently, she believed what he said. 'Maybe the dream was just a nightmare to scare me.' She thought. How wrong she was.
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Slowly, the young Elven prince opened his eyes. It was dark and damp. An eerie sense of discomfort entered the room. Looking around, he saw nothing but blackness. He thought about why he was here. Suddenly, everything washed over him. Images flashed through his eyes about the past events.
He stood up and walked around. There were no windows, no doors, only bars and a stone floor. Everything was stone. He walked over to the bars and looked out. To his left was pitch black, to his right was pitch black, but in front of him was a small light. It danced on the walls, making it appear like shadow demons were coming towards him. But the light wasn't coming towards him. It just stayed there. He listened, straining his hearing. He heard the sound of a crackling fire and the sound of whispers.
"The child will be worth a fortune if we sell him." Said a voice. But this wasn't the same voice that he had heard earlier. No, it was a girl voice. It was deep and menacing. It had the sense of uneasiness in it.
"No! I need him. And speaking of him, he has awoken." Said a different voice. It was that same slimy voice that he had heard earlier. It echoed down the hall like church bells ringing at a wedding.
Legolas tensed as he heard footsteps echoing off the bear stonewalls.
"So, Legolas, how are you? Do you enjoy your new home?" Asked the voice slyly.
"I'm fine. And I won't stay here. My father will notice that I am gone and will come looking for me." Legolas said, gritting his teeth, holding back the anger that boiled his blood.
It laughed evilly. It filled Legolas's heart with fear.
"We'll see, young one. We'll see." It said, rubbing its hands together, "You have no idea what I am planning."
Legolas's eyes grew wide. He felt himself begin to go numb; he could no longer control his actions. His bright blue eyes went completely black. He tried to talk, nothing happened, not even a sound was made from his throat. He tried to raise his arm, but nothing happened. He heard a small voice in his head.
"Don't even try, Legolas. You no longer control your actions or yourself. Now, let's go and see your father." It said evilly.
Legolas began to walk out of his cell; he let him control him for now. He had the slightest clue where he was.
A/N: What's going to happen to Legolas? What is Amowiel planning to do? Will Thrnaduil ever find his son?
Find out next chapter. R&R please.
Deana: I really don't know. All I know is that he is still a child.
On with story.
Thranduil had been searching everywhere for his missing child. He searched the palace, the grounds outside, even the forest, but the small blonde headed child was never found. He ordered all the guards to split up into groups and search the woods.
Thranduil stood on the balcony in his room. His hair dancing around in the cool breeze of the night, his blue eyes searching the landscape for any sign of his son. He never saw him though.
He never heard the door open to his room. Light footsteps walked over to him. A gentle hand set on his shoulder. Thranduil jumped slightly and turned to see Lómomir, his eldest son. No words needed to be spoken. They nodded at each other and looked back out at the endless landscape of trees, hoping to see Legolas.
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Amowiel was in an Elven sleep. Her leaf green eyes seen threw her slightly open eyelids. She was having a peaceful dream about horses and trees when suddenly everything faded. It turned into a dark scene; it was musty and cold. You could feel how damp it was, it was a cave.
Amowiel looked around, confusion written all over her pale face. Usually Elves could see in the dark, but she couldn't. This began to scare her.
Suddenly, a dark presence filled the air. She could feel its hot breath breathing down her neck.
"Amowiel." It whispered, its evil voice filling the air.
Amowiel recognized that voice. It had been in her dreams two other times. They had warned her once about Legolas, but it made no sense. Then it returned and said to be ready. She never got any of it. She never told her father or brothers about it. She thought it was just a nightmare.
"What do you want?" Amowiel asked boldly, hiding the fact that she was scared.
"I got your brother." It whispered.
Amowiel's eyes widened.
"Wh. What do you mean?" She trembled.
"I got Legolas. Your father and eldest brother, Lómomir, are trying to find him before you would wake up." It said menacingly.
"Why do you want him?" She asked shaking now.
"Amowiel! Amowiel! Do not listen to him!" Legolas's voice yelled.
"Legolas! Legolas! Where are you?!" Amowiel yelled back.
The person laughed, piercing the air with its evilness. Amowiel closed her eyes, hot tears stinging them.
"Be ready, child." It said.
The room began to fade again, the darkness went away and light could be seen again.
Amowiel sat up in her bed sweat dripping down her forehead. She was breathing heavily. Looking around the room, she saw that the sun was shining threw the window, its rays lighting up everything. You could hear the birds chirping and the water rushing calmly down the streams.
Amowiel hopped out of bed, quickly getting dressed. Brushing her hair and teeth, she began to pack. She would set out and find her brother, no matter what. She would take someone with her though, because if something happened to one, the other could escape and get help. She sat on her bed, thinking hard about whom to bring.
A soft knock was heard at her door. She quickly snapped out of her thoughts. She hid her bags under her bed and walked over to the door. Sighing, she opened it.
Standing there was her father, his blue eyes staring down at her, a warm smile upon his face.
"Are you coming to join us for breakfast, we have guests?" Thranduil asked.
Amowiel nodded.
"I'll be there in a second." She said, smiling up at her father. He nodded and turned to leave.
"Um, ada. What happened to the feast last night? I went down there and no one was there." She asked.
Thranduil turned around.
"We decided to repost it. It will be held next week. It turns out that no one could come. And the people that Legolas wanted to come from other places weren't here yet, and won't be until next week." Thranduil said. It pained him to lie to his only daughter, but some of it was true.
"Oh, ok." Amowiel said, apparently, she believed what he said. 'Maybe the dream was just a nightmare to scare me.' She thought. How wrong she was.
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Slowly, the young Elven prince opened his eyes. It was dark and damp. An eerie sense of discomfort entered the room. Looking around, he saw nothing but blackness. He thought about why he was here. Suddenly, everything washed over him. Images flashed through his eyes about the past events.
He stood up and walked around. There were no windows, no doors, only bars and a stone floor. Everything was stone. He walked over to the bars and looked out. To his left was pitch black, to his right was pitch black, but in front of him was a small light. It danced on the walls, making it appear like shadow demons were coming towards him. But the light wasn't coming towards him. It just stayed there. He listened, straining his hearing. He heard the sound of a crackling fire and the sound of whispers.
"The child will be worth a fortune if we sell him." Said a voice. But this wasn't the same voice that he had heard earlier. No, it was a girl voice. It was deep and menacing. It had the sense of uneasiness in it.
"No! I need him. And speaking of him, he has awoken." Said a different voice. It was that same slimy voice that he had heard earlier. It echoed down the hall like church bells ringing at a wedding.
Legolas tensed as he heard footsteps echoing off the bear stonewalls.
"So, Legolas, how are you? Do you enjoy your new home?" Asked the voice slyly.
"I'm fine. And I won't stay here. My father will notice that I am gone and will come looking for me." Legolas said, gritting his teeth, holding back the anger that boiled his blood.
It laughed evilly. It filled Legolas's heart with fear.
"We'll see, young one. We'll see." It said, rubbing its hands together, "You have no idea what I am planning."
Legolas's eyes grew wide. He felt himself begin to go numb; he could no longer control his actions. His bright blue eyes went completely black. He tried to talk, nothing happened, not even a sound was made from his throat. He tried to raise his arm, but nothing happened. He heard a small voice in his head.
"Don't even try, Legolas. You no longer control your actions or yourself. Now, let's go and see your father." It said evilly.
Legolas began to walk out of his cell; he let him control him for now. He had the slightest clue where he was.
A/N: What's going to happen to Legolas? What is Amowiel planning to do? Will Thrnaduil ever find his son?
Find out next chapter. R&R please.