Disclaimer- I own nothing!!! If you recognize it- I don't own it!!!

Eowyn- I really can't find a way to rephrase that- oh well. Umm. Actually I only came up with her kidnapping them a couple of chapters ago, I thought it might be fun to play with the characters. As for Katlin's part in it, yes I planned that, she was the only viable option, and she was the only one of my characters that I feel that I haven't created another dimension for. I hope that answers you questions.

Uh- thanks as always

Piper- I'm trying- honest!

Thank you to all of you- much love xxx.

OK- here's the deal- I wrote this chapter a week ago but my computer got a virus and I lost all my work so this chapter is a bit lame- please forgive me. But I think it says everything that needs to be said- the next chapter will be a lot better I promise.

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The rain pattered leisurely outside as the dawn broke over Imladris.

Thalia lay in bed, her mind carefully planning her next actions. She smiled softly and looked down at her husband; he had fallen asleep last night, his head still on her breast comfortably.

She did not mind, it gave her a sense of love that she missed from her children. Over the two days that the babies had been missing her body had cried out. Her breasts were painfully full and there a deep hole in her heart where her children belonged.

Legolas' hair spilled over his broad shoulders and over her breasts like a shinning sheet of golden silk. His blue eyes were glazed as he slept the first deep slumber in days. His face was not peaceful but it was as a peaceful as he was going to get.

During the time that they had been together she had watched as Legolas altered his behaviour; no longer was he always alert, he allowed himself to relax fully in her company and she could see the difference.

She sighed and slowly slid from under her husband's body; her moan deepened to one of grateful pleasure as the cool breeze played over her naked skin. She watched with a slight fascination as goosebumps appeared on her skin; it felt good to be exposed to the elements as it rarely happened anymore. Her body was that of an elf but she was still a little sensitive to temperature changes. She had always taken the weather for granted and even now the explanation in her mind sounded foolish, but now- it was a gift.

She stood in front of her wardrobe and leisurely ran her hands over the silk and velvets, the ribbons, the brocade and the cotton, each touch leaving a different sensation on her fingers, conjuring images of feasts and dancing and picnics. Shaking her head she picked out a pair of black leggings, a red tunic and a matching pair of knee length black boots.

She splashed her face with cold water and stood up straight looking at herself in the mirror.

She watched as the droplets slid down her pale face in small rivers making her skin glisten.

As she did so she could feel her anger well up and swirl within her chest; she knew that undoubtedly her anger would be released at sometime that day in an overwhelming crescendo of emotions.

She also knew that her husband would most likely be the victim of her anger once again, but then again she had had to bear the brunt of his anger for the past few days; part of her loved the idea of getting a little revenge on him but another part of her was disgusted.

Her eyes slowly moved to the cupboard underneath the wash basin; 'it would only take a minute and you'd feel better', her mind told her, luring her seductively.

With wide eyes she shook her head and left the bathroom, wiping her face
quickly as she went.

She picked up the boots that had been placed on the couch and slipped them on and stood, running her hands over the coarse silk uncertainly. With a quick look at the still sleeping Legolas she went about brushing her hair and tying it in a high ponytail to keep it out of the way.

With no consideration she threw back the drapes, letting the light stream into the room and waking the still form on the bed.

Not wanting to rise the elf pulled a pillow over his head and tried to get back to sleep.

"No. Come on get up"

She gave him no choice as she pulled the covers off him. She looked with appreciation at his bare backside. Realising what she was doing she shook her head and began to walk away.

So involved in her thoughts was she that she didn't notice Legolas smirk, as she walked away he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto the bed making her yelp.

"What are you doing?"

Legolas asked; his voice thick and hoarse from sleep. The texture in his voice made her shudder with desire but she pushed it down and looked sternly at him.

"I am getting ready and then I am going to find my babies"

He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, not wishing to tell her of his true feelings.

Sensing his discomfort she sat up and looked at him.

"You don't think I can do it!?"

He sat up to meet her challenge; he saw the glint in her yes and the unspoken words of anger on her lips.

"I do not doubt your ability; I doubt your state of mind"

She stiffened and anger flared within the depths of her eyes. Legolas flinched as her eyes met his, her gaze almost poisonous.

Catching herself before she let her tongue run away with itself she averted her eyes; her diary sat idly on the desk that they shared, a blue inkwell with a silver band and a long white quill stood proudly waiting to be used, papers lay scattered across the wooden surface hiding the intricate carvings.

She felt Legolas move behind her and felt his slender hands on her hips; pulling her back into his embrace.

"You mistake my meaning melamin. What I meant is that if you do find our children and their captor before anyone else; I fear that your anger would overcome you before you had a chance to think"

She nodded and let her body relax; much to his relief.

"I'm sorry; I just presumed…yet again, I'm getting good at that,"

She whispered quietly. Legolas sighed and slid his arms around her waist. Laying his head on her shoulder he took the chance to stop and feel her.

The smell of Vanilla was faint but still detectable, her hair was silky as it fell down her back in a tight fashion, and her body was soft and yielding to him as she lay in his arms. He could feel her restlessness and her need for not only her children but for him.

His blue eyes were icy and his jaw clenched as he thought about the possibilities of the whereabouts of his children.

They were not dead; he could still feel their presence in his heart. Eleni was restless and fearful and Niall was angry, no one was listening to him.

Their emotions were subdued and he did not know the cause; that was what worried him.

"Where do you think they are?"

Her voice was quiet and it betrayed her strong image. Legolas sighed and kissed the back of her head.

"I do not know"

As she sat, Thalia watched the drizzle fall outside. Her mind began to form images as she remembered the old movie like James Bond. Where did the arch enemies of James Bond hide…or where did Dr Evil hide in Austin Powers?

"Dr Evil!"

Thalia practically shouted as she jumped up from the bed an excited look upon her face.

Legolas raised an eyebrow but remained silent as he watched his wife's expression change with each thought. She began pacing the floor muttering under her breath an expression of deep thought on her face.

"Do we have any volcanoes around here?!"

She suddenly asked forcefully before shaking her head,

"Volcanoes near Rivendell…stupid woman"

She muttered.

"No…No…umm"

She pointed at Legolas wildly; confusing him more than he already was.

"…What do you call them…erm…big things…dark…tunnel thingies?"

She asked wildly gesturing as if Legolas knew something she didn't. As Thalia resumed her pacing Legolas thought; images of mines and…

"Caves?"

Thalia spun round almost falling and pointed at him,

"That's the one!!!"

"You think they are hidden in a cave?"

Legolas asked, somewhat sceptically.

"Well where else would they be. The idea was good enough for James Bond why wouldn't it be good enough here? Although there isn't anybody here that knows about James Bond except…"

Her eyes widened and she stood still as Legolas rushed out of bed and donned leggings and a tunic.

There were indeed caves nearby but they were dangerous and seldom used. There were used as outposts when the world had been shrouded in darkness. Afterwards it had been discovered that the caves were home to poisonous spiders. The problem was that the spiders were smaller than the palm of somebody's hand and were
almost undetectable. Only the scent of a certain sleeping herb was able to deter them.

Thalia watched as he left the room without and then returned with no explanation.

Legolas seemed to be the perfect gentleman, he was loyal and passionate, and all those who saw him with his children were astounded at the sheer love that he showed. But he had a nasty side. When the ones whom he cherished and loved were put in danger he became another elf. The blood of his father became all the more clear when he was angry and he was terrifying, even to his wife.

The mere implication that Katlin could have his children made his blood boil.

He took one look at the retreating back of his wife and as he followed let his warrior instincts take over.

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"Shit!"

Katlin swore to herself as she emerged from the mouth of the cave and into the bright sunlight.

Eleni had woken from her sleep and refused to take the bottle from Katlin; as a result she had had to stay longer than usual and had missed the hour before dawn when she usually returned.

Her thoughts whirled as she contemplated each situation and possible time to return to the house unnoticed or at least unquestioned.

Muttering profanities under her breath Katlin reluctantly re-entered the cave.

She heard a whimper and made her way over to the babies. Niall tossed and turned, his face scrunched up and his fists balled.

She sighed with annoyance and picked him up, rocking him rather harshly in a desperate attempt to settle him down.

"Stupid brat, go to sleep!"

Niall simply whimpered and cried out.

"For fucks sake, I have just spent all night trying to make your stupid bitch of a sister go to sleep; now don't make me angry or I may get the sudden urge to drown you"

She whispered in the elflings ear. She immediately regretted her words but the way that she was feeling left no room for arguments.

She raised a hand and moved a stray piece of hair from her face. Her eyes were dull from lack of sleep and her body was ready to collapse.

A soft wind blew through the cave bringing with it decisions and answers to the woman.

To return to the house now would be folly, questions would be asked as she did not usually rise until well after dawn and she had no answers to give.

But…if she returned before noon she could make the arguement that she intended to go for a walk but somehow found herself lost. That would prove an agreeable arguement.

The closer you are to danger the further away you are from harm.

That made sense, nobody would think to look so close to the house, and it would be presumed idiotic for any criminal to hide so close to his or her victims.

The cave was becoming stuffy and slowly her body was beginning to protest against the dark enclosure. She had never been fond of small spaces and the cave was larger than most but still…she did not like it.

She looked down at the elfling in her arms and was glad to see that he had settled.

She shifted from one foot to the other, unknowing of the elves that were gathering in Imladris to search the one place that had not yet been searched…the caves.