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Lomion: Oldest Brother. Crown Prince. Looks after his little brothers and is respected and trusted, by everyone.

Elardion: A tactician and scholar who trained under Lord Elrond as a healer for a few years before returning to Mirkwood when Legolas was born

Alcarnor and Nolvo: The twins the only two elves in existence who could be looked upon as mad and crazy as Elladan and Elrohir

Drowlin: Was the youngest but when Legolas was born felt ignored. (He is not he just likes to be the centre of attention) hates Legolas because he feels that Legolas has everything which he should have

Legolas: The youngest prince. Married to Aragorn. Very Artistic and generous loved by all and slightly spoilt by his family but a nice person.

The light coming in from the cave entrance blinded Legolas temporarily. The elf blinked hard several times and his vision cleared. Standing in the entrance was a figure that Legolas had hoped never to see again. His Brother.

Drowlin sneered at the pitiful sight of his baby brother lying bound on the cold floor. The elf's hair was matted with sweat and blood from a large cut on his forehead. He had hit it whilst struggling in a nightmare. Laughing softly hi went over to his brother and cut the ropes holding him in place. He lifted the elf with little difficulty because Legolas was too exhausted to struggle.

Legolas started to whisper softly "Drowlin I would never blame you for this. I love you my Brother." Drowlin scowled at this and shook Legolas gently. "I will love you my brother until the end of my days whenever that may be." Legolas's voice was shaking and he seemed to be falling asleep.

Drowlin got angry and started to shout at the elf. "Shut up. You are a worthless piece of filth. You killed Naneth and stole from me the life that I deserved." Drowlin carried the body of his now unconscious brother out into the forest.

Legolas's body was shaking and Drowlin unknowingly drew the elf closer to him so that he could be warmer.

"I'm sorry Legolas that you have to go through this." Before he had walked two hundred meters, a party of elves entered the same clearing as him from the other side. Upon seeing the helpless elf every one stopped and stood still.

Thranduil unable to remain silent shouted "Let him go Drowlin he has done nothing." Drowlin simply drew the elf closer to him and shouted a refusal. They stood there for a long time before Drowlin noticed that there seemed to be something missing.

"Where is the Dwarf and the wizard. Legolas always liked to make friends with mortals didn't he. " Drowlin spoke almost fondly of his little brother and he reached down to caress the blonds hair.

Thranduil realised at that moment that his soon was not evil but ill. He had something wrong with him that was not his heart but his mind. As gently as possible he tried reasoning with his son and as he spoke edged continuously nearer.

"They are back ion the palace looking after Aragorn." Thranduil told a blatant lie not wishing to give the position of these three away. "They anted to make sure that at least one of their friends survived. Drowlin please I am sorry I love you but you solve nothing by doing this." Thranduil was begging now and he cared not all that mattered was the precious golden haired elf.

"No Adar. If I do this then we can finally be the family we were always supposed to be. I mean look at this elf. He looks nothing like you. Are you sure that he is yours and that Naneth was not with another. " Drowlin provoked the elf loved the look of rage and despise on his fathers face.

Thranduil was ready to attack, and now he started to run forward to kill his son that was threatening the only tie he had left with his wife. But the knife to the throat of the reminder stopped him where he stood.

"if I kill him I become the youngest again everything that is his will be mine." Drowlin raised the blade and made to bring it down. A war cry from behind stopped him.

Whirling round knife still raised Drowlin was terrified by the sight of Man. Dwarf and Wizard fast approaching. By turning Drowlin had done the worst thing he could have possibly imagined. He had exposed his back to all four of his brothers all of which drew and arrow and fired. Lomions hit in the centre of the back, Elardions hit in the shoulder and the twins in the small of his back.

Aragorn whom had recovered sufficiently carried on running even as his Husbands kidnapper fell forward. Reaching the pile of elf he withdrew his lover.

Picking up Legolas gently he cradled the elf. "Legolas please wake up. I am sorry it took so long for me to get here. I love you. Please do not leave me like this." Aragorn cried at the pale face of the prince.

"I would not leave you like this. I intend to never leave you" came a quiet reply from the elf who's eyes where still closed. "I intended to have many children with you until the day that we decided to leave for the grey havens where we will be together for eternity."

The sincerity in these words brought tears to the eyes of Aragorn and every other creature that heard them. Gently lifting his Husband Aragorn stood and walked away from Drowlins still body.

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