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Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot and unrecognizable characters.
A/N: Well, here's the sequel to The Value of Friendship. You don't have to read it to understand but you can if you want... R&R and enjoy!
Warning: No slash. As I said before, I have nothing against it but I do not think Tolkien would want it.
-Chapter One-
The Unexpected Visit
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Years had passed and Legolas grew into a man.
His once round face slowly thinned and his features were more delicate than pudgy. His blue eyes were not as wide but they still held the same light in them. And his golden tresses grew and not a speck of dirt was seen among the threads of gold.
His skills in archery were well known to many and several agreed he resembled King Thranduil.
Legolas was still very young and did not understand the troubles in the world as King Thranduil had much said. It was better off that he had minded his own business.
Another summer came and the air filled with a sweet smell, the Sun glittered in the blue skies that was dotted with wispy clouds, and a cool breeze swept through Mirkwood, rustling the treetops.
Legolas walked through the village, his fingers wrapped around his bow and his quiver of arrows on his back.
The sound of voices faded and he glanced over his shoulder and saw that the village was distant and far but not far enough for his Elven eyes.
He looked before him and saw a man in the distance, curled in a ball on the ground. He quickly sprinted toward him, his footfalls unheard by the human.
"Are you alright?" he asked in Westron. The man lifted his face to stare at the Elf.
His dark hair was covered with blood and grime as well as his dirty brown tunic and breeches. His unshaven face was specked with blood and stained with dirt. His dark eyes were familiar and they stared at him, studying him with curiosity.
"Legolas," the man croaked hoarsely. "Legolas."
"Do I know you?" Legolas jumped when he called his name.
"Help me," the man said. Legolas stared at the blood and a vague memory came to him. But it couldn't be--it wasn't...
"Help, Legolas."
His eyes closed and he lay on the ground, covered in his own sticky blood.
"Estel?" What an unexpected visit, the voice in his head said dryly.
A/N: I hope you like it so far. Since a few people agreed on a sequel, here it is! R&R please and tell me what you think.