Disclaimer: I still don't own LotR.....



Author's Note: Yay! Harry Potter comes out tomorrow! Yay! I go to Finland on Tuesday! Yay! This plot is coming together! Yay! I cam up with another one!







The backs of necks rarely blink red on their own accord. Frodo's and Haldir's blinked because of their microchips.

Noses only blink red in the case of a Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.

Ears, on the other hand, should not blink red, as one King Thranduil's was doing now. This was very odd because Legolas was sure there was no microchip on his father.

"Er...Dad...could you stop for a second?" Legolas asked.

"Yes?" The King asked, turning around.

"Um...why is you ear blinking red?" Legolas asked.

King Thranduil covered his ears and said, "Fine. I admit! I planted it on the hobbit! He's related to the one that freed my 12 dwarven prisoners! I planted the microchip! It was me!"

Legolas felt confused, but asked again, "But why is your ear blinking?"

King Thranduil turned and ran. By some lucky chance, the nurse was right outside of the door holding up a newly scented cloth. King Thranduil ran right into it and instantly fell asleep.

Several minutes later, King Thranduil awoke in yet another white room. He sat up, rubbed his head, and looked around.

Legolas was sitting in a corner of that room, looking perplexed. His father hadn't shown any outward signs of possession by a microchip. He didn't have any dramatic changes in characteristics. He wasn't rude. He wasn't abnormally smart. But he had had a microchip on him, nonetheless.

"Legolas?" King Thranduil asked.

"Yeah?"

"Why am I here?"

Legolas sighed. Microchips were exhaustive to deal with. Instead of trying to get the whole story, he decided to cut to the chase. "What do you remember from before you blacked out?"

"Eh...I was sitting on that crystal throne...someone needed to see me...then Haldir came in...and how did you know I blacked out?"

"You're kidding me! Gah! Why is my life so crazy!" Legolas shouted.

"Er...Legolas? Are you okay?" Thranduil asked cautiously.

"Yeah! Fine! First I get evil anonymous emails! Then I meet someone who likes to annoy me! Then Spy Magazine! Then bomb threats! Then microchips! And to top it all off my hair is short and in super-glued spikes!" Legolas ranted, pacing around the room.

"What are you talking about, Legolas?" King Thranduil asked, now genuinely worried.

"Nothing, Dad," Legolas sighed, slumping back into his chair, "It's nothing. All we have to worry about now is finding Haldir and getting to the bottom of this. He should be right next door...," Legolas trailed off.

As if on cue, a servant burst into the room. "Prince Legolas! It's Haldir! He's escaped!"

Legolas tried to melt into his chair. He groaned. "You're kidding me, right?" He said, shaking his head.

The servant also shook his head. "Would you like a search party organized?"

"Yes...tell them to search the grounds...," Legolas said, standing up. The servant left and he added to King Thranduil, "You stay here and try to recover a little, okay, Dad?"

The King nodded, so Legolas ran out, got a couple of guards for Frodo's and Thranduil's rooms, and wandered outside to join in the search for Haldir.