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Author's Note: Legolas finally makes his appearance. Yay for him!

Reference Information: If you are unfamiliar with any characters or facts in this fanfic, check the Appendix. It should be the very last chapter of the fanfic.
Chapter Three - Wanted: Legolas

FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
May 21st, 2002
4:00 PM

Scully plunked down on her chair, and gave a tired sigh. Unbelievable! she thought. The one lead I found, and now she's dead. Mauled by a beast? In the city? What were the odds? She shook her head, hoping that Mulder had better luck than she did. Just at that moment, Mulder burst into the room, slightly out-of-breath.

"So, I take it your investigation went well, Mulder?"

"You could say that," answered Mulder, as he threw a tattered copy of a book on Scully's desk. "I believe that this book is the key to our case!"

Scully examined the book closely. "You're kidding me, right, Mulder? 'Lord of the Rings'?"

"There's a perfectly plausible explanation for this." Mulder paused dramatically. "Remember our 'Robin Hood' theory?"

"Your 'Robin Hood' theory, Mulder. I still refuse to believe that a grown man would walk around dressed up like that, and carry around a bow and arrow. And even then, his weapons don't match the way the girls were killed."

"That's just it, Scully. A man normally wouldn't dress like that."

"Right..." Scully gave Mulder a strange look. "Does this mean that Jerry Springer has just found his newest guest?"

"You have a sick mind, Scully," said Mulder, chuckling. "What I meant was, our 'Robin Hood' is actually Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood. He's an elf."

"Great. Psychotic Elven Princes," Scully said sarcastically. "Anything else you'd care to throw at me? There are flying pigs now?"

"Very funny, Scully. But seriously, I had our sketch artist do a sketch of him based on a witness's description, and he's practically identical to the Legolas in the latest 'Lord of the Rings' movie."

"A witness description, Mulder? Most of the people we spoke to before only caught vague glimpses of him."

"It's a new witness. She's a tourist from New Zealand, and she was shot in the shoulder by Legolas. I talked to her in the hospital, and she was very sure it was him. The arrows are an exact match as well," explained Mulder.

"Oh? Do we have the arrow under evidence? We should probably try to dust for fingerprints first..."

"Ahem," Mulder interrupted. "Except there is a tiny complication - the girl won't give up the arrow. The hospital orderlies tried to pry it out of her hands, but nothing worked! Not even sedatives!"

"What?!" asked Scully incredulously. "This could be important evidence!"

"I'm not so sure about that... The girl has said that she definitely won't be pressing charges, and she wants to keep the arrow as a memento."

"She wants to remember almost getting killed?"

"It's a sad, sad world we live in, Scully..." Mulder sat down on a chair next to Scully, and opened up a new bag of sunflower seeds. "So... are you gonna put out those arrest warrants, or what? He's still our only suspect for the deaths of those two girls."

May 21st, 2002
9:00 PM

The room was dim, with a faint hint of cigarette smoke still lingering in the air. A mysterious figure can be seen lurking in the corner, a dark aura surrounding him. Finally, he spoke to the smoking man before him.

"I know the troubles that plague you. Your wish is to eliminate the enemies from above, but you can not do so. Would you be content to live as a slave forever, or would you accept my offer instead?"

"Thank you, Mr. Melkor, but I must think this over first," replied the cigarette-smoking man.

"You have much power, yet You can be so much more. I offer you the world, in return for the capture of one mere creature!" he thundered. "If you would rather remain a slave, I will gladly leave you to your fate." The figure shifted slightly in the dark, and a chill wind drifted through the room.

"Wait!" yelled the cigarette-smoking man, suddenly feeling panicked. He blinked in confusion, but something seemed to be clouding his mind. "Fine. I'll catch your prisoner."

"Very good. I shall return when you have completed your task." As the figure departed, a cruel smile lit upon his face. For a few minutes, the cigarette-smoking man stood in the room, dazed. Then, he picked up the phone next to him and made a call.

"Hello, Alex. I need to arrange the capture of an escaped prisoner..."

May 21st, 2002
9:30 PM

Legolas wandered through the streets, unsure of what to do next. Ever since he arrived in this strange world, he could not shake the impending feeling of dread and doom. What happened? One minute, he was happily shooting spiders in Mirkwood, and the next, he was thrown backwards out of a door by a large explosion!

And that ominous shadow... Its presence was like nothing Legolas had ever felt before. Darkness seemed to emanate from its very core, suffocating all its surroundings. Legolas shuddered. Thankfully, the shadow did not stay very long, and he was able to escape its grasp.

Sighing, Legolas sat down near a tree. Whispers of guilt still haunted him on what had happened earlier today. Should he have shot the woman who had accosted him? He shook his head furiously. She must have been a servant of darkness! How else could she have known his name? And why else would she have clawed so fiercely at his clothing, almost tearing his tunic? She had been trying to hurt him, he was sure of it. And even if she was merely a crazed woman, at least he he had shot only to wound, not to kill.

Suddenly, Legolas heard a shout from behind him. Turning his head, he saw a group of men, pointing to him and drawing weapons of some sort. He stood up swiftly and began to run. Curse this world and its endless distractions! Naught can be heard while those metallic monsters continue to shriek through the night!

As he ran, he heard a loud bang and saw a flash of light to his left. Legolas gasped as an excruciating pain shot through his arm. He turned back and saw the men holding the strange weaponry they had drawn earlier. It did not resemble any bow that he had seen before, and it was smoking at its tip. Something had been shot out of that weapon, but what? It had gone by too fast for even his elven eyesight to discern.

One of the men stepped forward and shouted commands at him, but Legolas was unable to understand him. What language is this? However, judging by the menacing tone of the man, Legolas knew that he could not afford any false moves. His eyes flickered left and right, trying to find a suitable route of escape. Slowly, the man approached him. The man spoke again, but this time, in a slower, calmer manner. Legolas looked on curiously as another man walked up to him, holding a similar weapon.

No! Legolas tried to duck out of the way as the second man fired his weapon, but not quickly enough, as a dart struck him in the shoulder. He pulled the object out of his shoulder, and tried to run again, but his knees buckled and he sank to the ground in a heap.

Next Chapter: Uneasy Alliances