Ok, another chapter. This one is short and a little boring. More talking than anything exciting. But I had to do it, because I need to make this a bit longer for story line matters. I hope that made sense.

For those of you who are (for some strange reason that is beyond me) undying fans to my fics, I have some exciting news.

Me and my friend Linwen have decided to start a series together. It will combine all the stories that I (Alone) have written along with the ones we both have. Which right now is only "Don't Forget". But we have plenty more after that. Trust me, we are working on the third after that right now.

So anyway, please enjoy this chapter and thanks for all your reviews. I am so happy! Please R&R!!!! No flames!!!!

Thanks Ymmas Sirron! Wow! This is your favorite story! I am honored! Hope it stays your favorite. Enjoy this.

My my Alexis. Don't worry, Tranol and Donolea will both get what they deserve. At least if I do not falter from my plans. *Wicked grin* Thanks for reviewing.

Yes Lady Laswen, Legolas is a little *Kookoo clock kookoos.* Took the words right out of my mouth. And as for the long and boring bit, *points finger* BLAME LINWEN! IT'S HER FAULT! No, that would not be fair to blame it all on her, however, some of it was her doing. Anyway, this explains a bit more. Thanks for your review.

*Eyes Linwen's sword* That may be! But I am faster and I am sure I am better at climbing trees, and all I will need then is a bow and arrow. I know I don't know how well my aim is, but I could just keep shooting until it hits right? Hehe. Naw, I wouldn't do that mellon nin. *Smiles impishly* Although there are many other things I might do. *Holds up blackmail*

*Hands tissue* Don't cry BabeyRachey! It's alright, all will (Hopefully) turn out soon.

Ok, I updated soon, well in my standards. Are you still going to kill me ElvenDancer.? I like your name by the way.

Thank you Newmoon, fear not. I changed it around a bit in this chapter. I was not so sure about Donolea's lineage either. But being the stupid dork that I am, I put it up anyway. But fear no more, after this chapter, no more will be concerned on the matter. At least I had not planned on it. Who is the PPC? That is probably a really stupid question, but oh well. Thanks for reviewing. P.S.- Did you salvage your computer from the flames? Hehe.

K! Onto the story, please don't kill me!

Chapter 11

Morchainttal

Elrond watched with weary eyes as Mistan jumped playfully around a tree in the courtyard trying to catch Elrohir.

Mistan was making wonderful progress, already he was standing straight and speaking little elvish as well as common. Though at the moment he was only taught words that he might need.

"Not fair El'hir!" his voice rang from on the ground as the elf twin scurried up the tree.

Elrond smiled as he watched the two, Elrohir was waiting for Elladan because they were leaving to take a trip to the neighboring elven lands, although everyone else had given up on Estel and Legolas. Elrond had not, his faith had grown and he was now sending the twins to the other elven lands; Rivendell, Loth Lorien, and the extremely odd elven settlement of Morchainttal.

It was not that he did not like Tranol and his hospitality. They were not short of comfort in the elven land. It was merely that he thought their ways rather….awkward, and a little prejudice.

'A little?' a voice inside his head criticized, it sounded a lot like Glorfindel, but he quickly threw that factor out.

'Well alright, they are quite prejudice.' he corrected as he looked at the beautiful trees before him.

Sighing softly he turned to see Elladan leading two vibrant horses towards him, both were whinnying excitedly and prancing as if their shoes were hot from the fire.

"Elrohir, let us go. I want to return soon!" he called to his twin, who still sat in the tree while Mistan tried to climb up, but was failing miserably.

"But brother, he was so close." Elrohir teased pointing to the , still quite skinny, elf on the ground.

"Mistan, come. Let us go have some lunch."

The little elf got the most joyous look on his face and raced over to the elf lord, the smile on his face was contagious, Elrond laughed and smiled.

"Lunch! Lunch! Lunch!" the little figure chanted as he ran into the palace, and he looked then much like a little child to Elrond.

Like Estel when he had been young, scrawny and always excited about food.

The Lord of Imladris smiled once more at his two sons, in their eyes he could see the sorrow.

"Be safe my sons." he warned as they mounted the jittery steeds.

Elrohir smiled and nodded his head. "We will father, and we will bring Estel and Legolas home. Fear not."

"I will not." he watched as the twins urged both brown horses forward and sped off through the gates, that had some time ago been opened by King Thranduil. "I will wait anxiously for your return."

With those last words fading on the wind, he turned to Mistan and smiled, he walked forward, the little elf following on his heels.

~_~

A smile crept on Donolea's odd features, the prince had been tested once more, and passed with flying colors.

'What is that saying for?' he wondered as he awaited his lord patiently. 'Colors don't really fly do they?' he snickered openly and thought about the possibility.

"Donolea? What in Arda are you snickering for?!" the elf/man stopped and turned his red locks to look at his friend, who was now wearing a robe of yellow and blue.

"Nothing Tranol, just thinking 'bout colors."

"Colors?"

The red haired captain shook his head and stood to his feet, shaking off the ache from sitting so long.

"You shake like a mutt."

"Sorry, just trying to get the feeling back in my body. What in Morgoth's name took you so long? You slackin' off again mate?"

"Just wondering." the silver haired leader smiled.

"'Bout what mellon nin?" Donolea asked in a sweet voice, walking forward as Tranol did.

"Hobbits? You never told me of your halfling lineage?" He looked down at the smaller man, his confused gaze all that was needed to start the red haired being into a fit of laughter.

"That's cause I ain't got none. I was seeing what dear prince Legolas would say, and he took the bait. So! What next, conquer the world?"

Tranol shook his head and took out an old bronze key from one of his pockets.

"What you would do for pleasure Don'. You are quite amusing."

Donolea looked up, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Why, thank you, my liege." He mock bowed and ran forward.

"I really meant him take over Morchainttal, you know?"

"You can't be serious?!" The red-haired quarter-elf looked back disbelieving. "What about me?!"

The elder elf shook his head in mock regret. "No Don', we both have a matter of time and yours is just as soon as my own. You will have no rule over this world, but! We can have an actual prince that will. Think of it! Our own line of royals, and he could continue it, we adopt him as our son. Our line will continue forever, and he will never know where he actually came from or why he is here."

A smile crept onto Donolea's sharp-featured face, and Tranol laughed.

"You always know what to do. You are so clever Tranol."

"Iston mellon nin. Iston."

~_~

A smile cut across the elf's pale features as he brought his whip down on another slave, Cildan yanked back and kicked the woman, sending he rushing forward in fright.

"See! Nothing to it!" he spoke to Tarpen who stood behind him, watching with mild interest. " You just got to make sure they know whose boss, those edain are mighty stubborn."

"Well, why did we punish her. I saw nothing wrong in her work?'

Cildan frowned, but turned back. "A guard's entitled to a bit of fun." was his solemn answer as he brought the whip up in another short snap. "Work you lazy sluggards!"

Legolas yawned, bored stiff with this odd little lesson. He turned around and started towards his post.

"Good morning milord." one of the slaves called to the elf prince. He turned and saw an older man running toward him.

Legolas felt the urge to call back, but something inside him snapped and he kept walking. He wanted to stop, say hello. But the stick inside his heart snapped again and he continued on.

He stopped at a corner of the field and watched the workers, they were all so brown. He wondered how the sun did so much to the mortals. He did not understand how it could be that way, that they were so much different.

His heart sunk with grief, he knew he was missing something. Someone to talk with, to share things. But he did not know what that was called or why he needed it.

Out in the middle of the field, one of the slaves fell as the work that burdened the poor man was too much.

Tarpen felt the urge to rush out to him and help him up, he almost did, he started to go forward, but stopped again as the twig snapped and sent a pierce of pain up his spine.

All the other workers crowded round the slave and helped him up.

Before he knew what his hands were doing, he grabbed the whip and brought it out. His hand flicked and the lash snapped angrily, his face turned hard.

"Back to work!" he shouted, the words sounded awkward in his ears, but he did not let the feeling show.

Estel, who was among that group of slaves, watched his friend for any sign of recognition, any sign that he knew what he was doing was wrong.

The hard expression did not leave, in fact, it seemed to deepen and his eyes to darken.

"Oh, Legolas." he whined softly as he began pulled the brick with the ropes again, his gaze falling back on the rock.

'Even the rock has better treatment than us.' he thought as he grunted and pulled, the strain on his tired body enough.

His sight began to fade again and he cursed softly under his breath, his hope started working.

He hoped so much that it would come, he hoped somehow to get out, but most of all, his hope strayed to Legolas. He sighed and pulled harder as the rock began to sink into the mud.

TBC~

I promise the next chapter will be way more exciting!!!!!

In fact, I think you guys will be jumping all over.

Thanks for reading, now review please! No Flames!!!!!!