Calaen held up a hand, signalling to the Elves behind him to stop moving.
They did so, and as silence fell on the group, they could hear the sounds
of shouts and laughter coming from a room to the right of them. Anyone
would think there was some sort of a party going on, if not for a sinister
red liquid trickling from under the door.
"Drawn your weapons," whispered Calaen, pulling a knife from his belt and moving a little closer to the room. When he was certain that the other Elves were ready, he kicked open the door and leapt inside. Needless to say, he was stunned when he took in the scene before him.
Legolas was lying on the ground, drenched in his own blood and perspiration. The walls, floor and surrounding men were covered in it, though the blood did not belong to them. The presence of the Elves went un- noticed for a moment, and Farath clubbed Legolas harshly in the side, laughing and jeering as the Prince stifled a sob.
"What in the Valar are you doing?" cried Calaen, dropping his knife to the floor and pushing past the men to where Legolas lay, barely conscious.
"Ah, Prince Calaen. Come to join the fun?" asked Pharunaic, gesturing to the bloody club in Farath's hands. "Your brother is a strong one, but we're close to breaking him."
The dark haired Elf forced himself to look away from Legolas, and fixed a vague smile on his face. "So I imagine. Tell me, what exactly are you doing? And why are you even here?"
"We were promised an Elven Prince by Brélamir - who by the way is dead – so we came to get one," replied Pharunaic, forgetting who was talking to, thanks to his excitement. "We told him what our plans were, and he was not impressed. I trust you know what kind of plans I speak of?"
Calaen did, and they sickened him no end. He was cruel, even twisted, but he despised what the men of the south did to those they held prisoners. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he spoke again. "And you thought you could just come in here and take my brother? Have you lost all of your senses? If you succeeded in doing that, he would be no help to me. I would just be exactly back where I started, fools!"
"Yes, well...we..." began Pharunaic, realising only then that he had made a mistake in opening his mouth. "What I mean to say is-
"Guards, take them away!" ordered Calaen. At the doubtful expressions on the faces of his men, he made a noise of impatience. "Do it! I have no real need of them."
As the southerners were dragged away, Calaen grimaced and knelt on the ground next to his bleeding brother. Where family is concerned, it is natural for all people to feel an instinctive urge to protect them if they are being harmed. This came across the Elf now, and he realised with a jolt that it was the first time he had felt like that since he was a child. It felt strange, knowing that although he could hurt Legolas without batting an eyelid, it pained him to see anyone else harm the younger Elf.
"Ai, what did they do to you?" he murmured, sweeping some blood stained hair from his brother's cheek.
Legolas slowly opened his eyes, and as he looked up at Calaen, fear washed over him. "No more, please," he breathed, every word he spoke causing him great agony. "Have they not done enough? They-
"Hush, I'm not going to hurt you," whispered Calaen. "At least, not intentionally. Legolas, I'm going to have to move you, because you need help. The Ranger, Aragorn, he knows the art of healing, does he not?"
"He...what?" asked Legolas quietly. "You do not wish to help me, Calaen. Anything that you do, you only do if it is beneficial in any way to you. Don't..." The Prince broke off as he was overcome with painful coughs. Every breath he took was excruciating, and he just wanted to be left alone.
"I'm taking you back to Aragorn," sighed Calaen. "But I must carry you, for you cannot walk."
"I can," coughed Legolas. "Don't touch me."
Calaen raised his eyes to the ceiling, and gently touched his brother's shaking shoulder. "It will not be long before you fall unconscious. But if you so wish, then try and stand up, go on."
Legolas bit his already bleeding lip, and placed both hands on the floor. His right one though, he pulled up immediately; it felt like his wrist was broken. Taking a deep breath, he prepared to push himself up with just one hand, but as he forced his broken body to move, the room went dark and spun around him. He cried out and collapsed again, back down to the ground, unable to help himself. Calaen could though, and he wrapped an arm around Legolas' shoulder, an action he had not performed since they were younger.
"I am going to carry you, and you are not going to protest or try and move, alright?" said Calaen. "It will hurt, no doubt about that, so brace yourself. I'm going to lift you now."
Calaen put one arm under his brother's neck, and the other under his legs. Blood immediately soaked through his tunic, and he winced as Legolas cried out. The younger Elf was in no state to fight, and he unwillingly rested his head against Calaen's chest, even though he fought hard to keep whatever pride he had left. Tears of pain flowed down his cheeks, and he reached up a trembling hand to brush them away.
"I told you not to move," said Calaen sharply. "You are in no way helping yourself."
Legolas obediently went still, but his heart pounded almost painfully against his chest. "Why are you doing this? You said that you would make my life a living hell, so why not leave me? I don't understand you, Calaen."
"The mind is a funny thing, and it works in funny ways," said the dark haired Elf somewhat cryptically.
But why-
"Hush, we will talk after I have let the Ranger see to you," cut in Calaen.
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"Are you sure of this?" demanded Gandalf. "Are you absolutely certain that Legolas was the one being dragged away?"
"I know what my friend looks like, and I *know* that it was him being taken," repeated Aragorn in exasperation. "But I do not see why he was taken, for the guard made sure that their escape went un-noticed. Somehow, I do not think he was aiding Legolas in any way."
"This is getting ridiculous," muttered Boromir.
"But Legolas can fight against one Elf, can't he?" asked Pippin hopefully. "Maybe he has escaped and is going for help as we speak."
"Keep praying," said Gandalf quietly.
Aragorn rested his head back against the wall, but quickly snapped it up again as the door was thrown open. Tolvanir and Aradan came in, and the former went to Aragorn, the latter to Gandalf.
"What's happening," cried Frodo, as a key was shoved into the lock on Aragorn's chains.
"Calm down," said Tolvanir sharply.
Aradan flinched at the harsh tone of his elder, but kept his face impassive as he freed Gandalf. "Legolas has been injured and needs help. Prince Calaen needs a message to be sent to King Thranduil, and he said to send the Wizard. Apparently, Thranduil will only trust friends."
"What did you mean when you said that Legolas has been injured?" asked Aragorn, fighting to keep his voice calm. "And what message is this that you speak of?"
Tolvanir reached down and roughly jerked Aragorn to his feet. "Prince Calaen is on his way with your friend right now. As for the message, it is for Thranduil's eyes alone. But I dare say you will find out soon enough."
"They have the right to know," said Aradan quietly, reaching out a hand to help Gandalf up. The Wizard merely glared at him, and stood up on his own.
"Be silent," snapped Tolvanir. "They are captive, so they *have* no rights. Now, Garilion has horses waiting, and also the Wizard's staff and sword. You will ride with him to Mirkwood."
Aradan inclined his head and put a hand on Gandalf's shoulder. "Come, the message is waiting outside, and if we leave now, we will reach Mirkwood in four days. We-
He was cut off mid-sentence as the door was once again kicked open. Sharp breaths were drawn from all the captives except Boromir, who uttered a profanity, as they laid eyes upon the bleeding form in Calaen's arms.
"What did you do to him?" hissed Aragorn, dropping to the ground as Calaen lowered Legolas down.
"Me? Absolutely nothing," replied the Elf. "I found him being clubbed by men of the south. They were going to...do something else. Whether they did it or no, I cannot say. I hope not though."
"Why?" asked Aragorn softly, pausing in the process of running the back of his hand across Legolas' cheek.
"I would not wish that fate upon anyone, not even my worst enemy," said Calaen almost fiercely. "Now, I did not come here to make conversation. Do something for him, heal him."
Aragorn locked doubtful eyes onto Calaen's for a brief moment, before sighing and turning his attention back to the injured Elf in front of him. "Legolas? Legolas, I am so sorry. Forgive me, mellon nin, I should've come after you. But I am here now, you are safe."
"Estel..." breathed Legolas, slowly opening his eyes and looking up into the Ranger's dark ones. "Estel, what...?"
"Hush, I have to examine your injuries," said Aragorn softly. "Keep quiet for a few minutes."
Legolas' face paled as he felt hands pulling at the clasps on his tunic, and he tried to jerk back. "Don't, please. Just leave it. I don't want them to...please."
"I know you don't, but Aragorn *must* see to your wounds," said Gandalf, walking forwards to stand above Legolas. "If you think for one minute that we are going to leave you in this condition, you are much mistaken."
"Mithrandir, they will see it," whispered Legolas.
The Wizard unceremoniously shoved Calaen out of the way, and knelt at Legolas' side. Nodding at Aragorn, he began stroking the Elf's hair, and speaking reassuringly to him. "I am going to Mirkwood soon, to see your father. Do you wish me to-?
"My father? Why?" asked Legolas in a low voice.
"To get help for you all," replied Gandalf firmly. "I am not planning on leaving any of you here. I'm sure that as soon as Thranduil hears what I have to say, he will come for you, and you will be out of here in no time at all."
Calaen's face darkened at this, but he made no move or attempt to stop the Wizard from talking: Legolas had been distracted, and Aragorn had taken the chance to start undoing the Elf's tunic.
"Thranduil will not risk..." Legolas trailed off as he realized with a jolt of terror what had just been done. "No, leave it. Daro, Estel. Daro!"
"No, *you* stop," said Calaen sharply, grabbing Legolas' un-injured wrist as he made to hit Aragorn's hands away. "If you wish to be in even more pain, I will chain both you and the Ranger back up, and forget about helping you. Is that what you want?"
Legolas glared up at Calaen through pain filled eyes for a brief moment, before turning his head so that his cheek rested on the cool floor. Aragorn and Gandalf looked down at him with great pity, but Calaen merely caught him by the chin and roughly jerked his face around. The swift movement sent tremors of excruciation through the Elf's broken body, but he had no time to dwell on that.
"Is that what you want?" demanded Calaen, shaking his brother.
"Stop that, you're only hurting him even more," said Aragorn, hitting Calaen's hand away, and wrapping an arm around his friend's shoulders. He swiftly pulled away though, as Legolas hissed in pain.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Calaen let his gaze rest on Gandalf for a moment, before reaching down and jerking him to his feet. "You are no longer needed here. Go with Aradan, and he will ride with you to Mirkwood."
"So I have heard, but I think I *am* needed here," said Gandalf sharply, eyes narrowed at the way he was being treated.
"It is important for not just Thranduil, but all of your friends, that the message is delivered," said Calaen. "The longer you tarry here, the more danger this lot are in. I do not make idle threats, so it is up to you."
"Just go, Mithrandir," said Legolas quietly, helplessly.
Gandalf looked down at the injured Elf and smiled, before stepping close to Calaen. "I will leave, but do not think this is the last you will see of me. I am going to return and save my friends. If you think for one minute that I will leave them for a second longer than I have to, you have another thing coming."
With that, the Wizard swept across to the door, and waited impatiently whilst Aradan got down on one knee in front of Calaen. The Prince looked down at him, the expression on his face not changing.
"Your Highness, I ride now for Mirkwood," said Aradan quietly. "I shall return with Thranduil's message as soon as I get it."
"Thank you, you are dismissed," said Calaen curtly.
Aradan exhaled deeply, and got to his feet. "Yes sir. Is there anything else?"
"Like what?" asked Calaen coolly, arching an eyebrow.
'Anything, just say something else,' thought Aradan desperately. 'You are my father, and all I want is for you to... to love me, or at least show some emotion towards me. Is that to much to ask?'
"Aradan, what else could there possibly be?" demanded Calaen.
"Nothing," said the younger Elf in low voice. He looked at his father for a brief moment, before glancing down at Legolas. As they made eye contact, Aradan implored with his emotion filled orbs for some sign of recognition. Nothing came though. But then, how could it?"
"Are you going or staying?" asked Calaen wearily.
"Going," replied Aradan.
As he turned to leave with Gandalf, the Wizard stepped forward and fixed Calaen with a cold glare. "I will be back."
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nilraen: Yeah, don't worry about that. That issue is gonna come up a bit later on, so everything will be revealed then.
Rachel13: Yeah, most of my friends have read at least one of my stories. It's kinda embarrassing, but it's not like I can stop them. I don't mind that much, really. OK, I've thought of another job for you! You can work in a factory that makes those sorts of videos, and you can be the cheesy voice over for them!
Maiden-Of-Tears: Yeah, that's in the next chapter. Or rather, it's touched upon in the next chapter. But yeah, the Ring story is kinda involved with this. But, I guess you'll just have to wait and see!
Legolas-gurl888: I don't really mind you saying pointless stuff. It's funny, and makes me laugh, cos pointless and random stuff amuses me! Small things for small minds, eh? LOL By the way, thanks for the advice, it really helped. You know what I'm talking about. :)
GollumGirl: Yeah, just after Rivendell. But that's also gonna be mentioned in the next chapter. Sadly, I haven't got any Thranduil stuff for a while, but...never fear! He will be back! (Like Terminator.) Yeah, strangely enough, I like Calaen as well.
meisalliam: Well, I did my French GCSE a year early, but I'm doing Spanish (ugh) this year. My biology teacher lost one piece of my coursework; she's about as useful as a chocolate palace in the Sahara Desert!
Poor Legolas. Don't worry, Calaen has NOT turned all nice and kind, but you probably guessed that from the way he was acting near the end. So, his evilness remains, and it will be back tomorrow! Love Misto x-x
"Drawn your weapons," whispered Calaen, pulling a knife from his belt and moving a little closer to the room. When he was certain that the other Elves were ready, he kicked open the door and leapt inside. Needless to say, he was stunned when he took in the scene before him.
Legolas was lying on the ground, drenched in his own blood and perspiration. The walls, floor and surrounding men were covered in it, though the blood did not belong to them. The presence of the Elves went un- noticed for a moment, and Farath clubbed Legolas harshly in the side, laughing and jeering as the Prince stifled a sob.
"What in the Valar are you doing?" cried Calaen, dropping his knife to the floor and pushing past the men to where Legolas lay, barely conscious.
"Ah, Prince Calaen. Come to join the fun?" asked Pharunaic, gesturing to the bloody club in Farath's hands. "Your brother is a strong one, but we're close to breaking him."
The dark haired Elf forced himself to look away from Legolas, and fixed a vague smile on his face. "So I imagine. Tell me, what exactly are you doing? And why are you even here?"
"We were promised an Elven Prince by Brélamir - who by the way is dead – so we came to get one," replied Pharunaic, forgetting who was talking to, thanks to his excitement. "We told him what our plans were, and he was not impressed. I trust you know what kind of plans I speak of?"
Calaen did, and they sickened him no end. He was cruel, even twisted, but he despised what the men of the south did to those they held prisoners. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he spoke again. "And you thought you could just come in here and take my brother? Have you lost all of your senses? If you succeeded in doing that, he would be no help to me. I would just be exactly back where I started, fools!"
"Yes, well...we..." began Pharunaic, realising only then that he had made a mistake in opening his mouth. "What I mean to say is-
"Guards, take them away!" ordered Calaen. At the doubtful expressions on the faces of his men, he made a noise of impatience. "Do it! I have no real need of them."
As the southerners were dragged away, Calaen grimaced and knelt on the ground next to his bleeding brother. Where family is concerned, it is natural for all people to feel an instinctive urge to protect them if they are being harmed. This came across the Elf now, and he realised with a jolt that it was the first time he had felt like that since he was a child. It felt strange, knowing that although he could hurt Legolas without batting an eyelid, it pained him to see anyone else harm the younger Elf.
"Ai, what did they do to you?" he murmured, sweeping some blood stained hair from his brother's cheek.
Legolas slowly opened his eyes, and as he looked up at Calaen, fear washed over him. "No more, please," he breathed, every word he spoke causing him great agony. "Have they not done enough? They-
"Hush, I'm not going to hurt you," whispered Calaen. "At least, not intentionally. Legolas, I'm going to have to move you, because you need help. The Ranger, Aragorn, he knows the art of healing, does he not?"
"He...what?" asked Legolas quietly. "You do not wish to help me, Calaen. Anything that you do, you only do if it is beneficial in any way to you. Don't..." The Prince broke off as he was overcome with painful coughs. Every breath he took was excruciating, and he just wanted to be left alone.
"I'm taking you back to Aragorn," sighed Calaen. "But I must carry you, for you cannot walk."
"I can," coughed Legolas. "Don't touch me."
Calaen raised his eyes to the ceiling, and gently touched his brother's shaking shoulder. "It will not be long before you fall unconscious. But if you so wish, then try and stand up, go on."
Legolas bit his already bleeding lip, and placed both hands on the floor. His right one though, he pulled up immediately; it felt like his wrist was broken. Taking a deep breath, he prepared to push himself up with just one hand, but as he forced his broken body to move, the room went dark and spun around him. He cried out and collapsed again, back down to the ground, unable to help himself. Calaen could though, and he wrapped an arm around Legolas' shoulder, an action he had not performed since they were younger.
"I am going to carry you, and you are not going to protest or try and move, alright?" said Calaen. "It will hurt, no doubt about that, so brace yourself. I'm going to lift you now."
Calaen put one arm under his brother's neck, and the other under his legs. Blood immediately soaked through his tunic, and he winced as Legolas cried out. The younger Elf was in no state to fight, and he unwillingly rested his head against Calaen's chest, even though he fought hard to keep whatever pride he had left. Tears of pain flowed down his cheeks, and he reached up a trembling hand to brush them away.
"I told you not to move," said Calaen sharply. "You are in no way helping yourself."
Legolas obediently went still, but his heart pounded almost painfully against his chest. "Why are you doing this? You said that you would make my life a living hell, so why not leave me? I don't understand you, Calaen."
"The mind is a funny thing, and it works in funny ways," said the dark haired Elf somewhat cryptically.
But why-
"Hush, we will talk after I have let the Ranger see to you," cut in Calaen.
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"Are you sure of this?" demanded Gandalf. "Are you absolutely certain that Legolas was the one being dragged away?"
"I know what my friend looks like, and I *know* that it was him being taken," repeated Aragorn in exasperation. "But I do not see why he was taken, for the guard made sure that their escape went un-noticed. Somehow, I do not think he was aiding Legolas in any way."
"This is getting ridiculous," muttered Boromir.
"But Legolas can fight against one Elf, can't he?" asked Pippin hopefully. "Maybe he has escaped and is going for help as we speak."
"Keep praying," said Gandalf quietly.
Aragorn rested his head back against the wall, but quickly snapped it up again as the door was thrown open. Tolvanir and Aradan came in, and the former went to Aragorn, the latter to Gandalf.
"What's happening," cried Frodo, as a key was shoved into the lock on Aragorn's chains.
"Calm down," said Tolvanir sharply.
Aradan flinched at the harsh tone of his elder, but kept his face impassive as he freed Gandalf. "Legolas has been injured and needs help. Prince Calaen needs a message to be sent to King Thranduil, and he said to send the Wizard. Apparently, Thranduil will only trust friends."
"What did you mean when you said that Legolas has been injured?" asked Aragorn, fighting to keep his voice calm. "And what message is this that you speak of?"
Tolvanir reached down and roughly jerked Aragorn to his feet. "Prince Calaen is on his way with your friend right now. As for the message, it is for Thranduil's eyes alone. But I dare say you will find out soon enough."
"They have the right to know," said Aradan quietly, reaching out a hand to help Gandalf up. The Wizard merely glared at him, and stood up on his own.
"Be silent," snapped Tolvanir. "They are captive, so they *have* no rights. Now, Garilion has horses waiting, and also the Wizard's staff and sword. You will ride with him to Mirkwood."
Aradan inclined his head and put a hand on Gandalf's shoulder. "Come, the message is waiting outside, and if we leave now, we will reach Mirkwood in four days. We-
He was cut off mid-sentence as the door was once again kicked open. Sharp breaths were drawn from all the captives except Boromir, who uttered a profanity, as they laid eyes upon the bleeding form in Calaen's arms.
"What did you do to him?" hissed Aragorn, dropping to the ground as Calaen lowered Legolas down.
"Me? Absolutely nothing," replied the Elf. "I found him being clubbed by men of the south. They were going to...do something else. Whether they did it or no, I cannot say. I hope not though."
"Why?" asked Aragorn softly, pausing in the process of running the back of his hand across Legolas' cheek.
"I would not wish that fate upon anyone, not even my worst enemy," said Calaen almost fiercely. "Now, I did not come here to make conversation. Do something for him, heal him."
Aragorn locked doubtful eyes onto Calaen's for a brief moment, before sighing and turning his attention back to the injured Elf in front of him. "Legolas? Legolas, I am so sorry. Forgive me, mellon nin, I should've come after you. But I am here now, you are safe."
"Estel..." breathed Legolas, slowly opening his eyes and looking up into the Ranger's dark ones. "Estel, what...?"
"Hush, I have to examine your injuries," said Aragorn softly. "Keep quiet for a few minutes."
Legolas' face paled as he felt hands pulling at the clasps on his tunic, and he tried to jerk back. "Don't, please. Just leave it. I don't want them to...please."
"I know you don't, but Aragorn *must* see to your wounds," said Gandalf, walking forwards to stand above Legolas. "If you think for one minute that we are going to leave you in this condition, you are much mistaken."
"Mithrandir, they will see it," whispered Legolas.
The Wizard unceremoniously shoved Calaen out of the way, and knelt at Legolas' side. Nodding at Aragorn, he began stroking the Elf's hair, and speaking reassuringly to him. "I am going to Mirkwood soon, to see your father. Do you wish me to-?
"My father? Why?" asked Legolas in a low voice.
"To get help for you all," replied Gandalf firmly. "I am not planning on leaving any of you here. I'm sure that as soon as Thranduil hears what I have to say, he will come for you, and you will be out of here in no time at all."
Calaen's face darkened at this, but he made no move or attempt to stop the Wizard from talking: Legolas had been distracted, and Aragorn had taken the chance to start undoing the Elf's tunic.
"Thranduil will not risk..." Legolas trailed off as he realized with a jolt of terror what had just been done. "No, leave it. Daro, Estel. Daro!"
"No, *you* stop," said Calaen sharply, grabbing Legolas' un-injured wrist as he made to hit Aragorn's hands away. "If you wish to be in even more pain, I will chain both you and the Ranger back up, and forget about helping you. Is that what you want?"
Legolas glared up at Calaen through pain filled eyes for a brief moment, before turning his head so that his cheek rested on the cool floor. Aragorn and Gandalf looked down at him with great pity, but Calaen merely caught him by the chin and roughly jerked his face around. The swift movement sent tremors of excruciation through the Elf's broken body, but he had no time to dwell on that.
"Is that what you want?" demanded Calaen, shaking his brother.
"Stop that, you're only hurting him even more," said Aragorn, hitting Calaen's hand away, and wrapping an arm around his friend's shoulders. He swiftly pulled away though, as Legolas hissed in pain.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Calaen let his gaze rest on Gandalf for a moment, before reaching down and jerking him to his feet. "You are no longer needed here. Go with Aradan, and he will ride with you to Mirkwood."
"So I have heard, but I think I *am* needed here," said Gandalf sharply, eyes narrowed at the way he was being treated.
"It is important for not just Thranduil, but all of your friends, that the message is delivered," said Calaen. "The longer you tarry here, the more danger this lot are in. I do not make idle threats, so it is up to you."
"Just go, Mithrandir," said Legolas quietly, helplessly.
Gandalf looked down at the injured Elf and smiled, before stepping close to Calaen. "I will leave, but do not think this is the last you will see of me. I am going to return and save my friends. If you think for one minute that I will leave them for a second longer than I have to, you have another thing coming."
With that, the Wizard swept across to the door, and waited impatiently whilst Aradan got down on one knee in front of Calaen. The Prince looked down at him, the expression on his face not changing.
"Your Highness, I ride now for Mirkwood," said Aradan quietly. "I shall return with Thranduil's message as soon as I get it."
"Thank you, you are dismissed," said Calaen curtly.
Aradan exhaled deeply, and got to his feet. "Yes sir. Is there anything else?"
"Like what?" asked Calaen coolly, arching an eyebrow.
'Anything, just say something else,' thought Aradan desperately. 'You are my father, and all I want is for you to... to love me, or at least show some emotion towards me. Is that to much to ask?'
"Aradan, what else could there possibly be?" demanded Calaen.
"Nothing," said the younger Elf in low voice. He looked at his father for a brief moment, before glancing down at Legolas. As they made eye contact, Aradan implored with his emotion filled orbs for some sign of recognition. Nothing came though. But then, how could it?"
"Are you going or staying?" asked Calaen wearily.
"Going," replied Aradan.
As he turned to leave with Gandalf, the Wizard stepped forward and fixed Calaen with a cold glare. "I will be back."
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nilraen: Yeah, don't worry about that. That issue is gonna come up a bit later on, so everything will be revealed then.
Rachel13: Yeah, most of my friends have read at least one of my stories. It's kinda embarrassing, but it's not like I can stop them. I don't mind that much, really. OK, I've thought of another job for you! You can work in a factory that makes those sorts of videos, and you can be the cheesy voice over for them!
Maiden-Of-Tears: Yeah, that's in the next chapter. Or rather, it's touched upon in the next chapter. But yeah, the Ring story is kinda involved with this. But, I guess you'll just have to wait and see!
Legolas-gurl888: I don't really mind you saying pointless stuff. It's funny, and makes me laugh, cos pointless and random stuff amuses me! Small things for small minds, eh? LOL By the way, thanks for the advice, it really helped. You know what I'm talking about. :)
GollumGirl: Yeah, just after Rivendell. But that's also gonna be mentioned in the next chapter. Sadly, I haven't got any Thranduil stuff for a while, but...never fear! He will be back! (Like Terminator.) Yeah, strangely enough, I like Calaen as well.
meisalliam: Well, I did my French GCSE a year early, but I'm doing Spanish (ugh) this year. My biology teacher lost one piece of my coursework; she's about as useful as a chocolate palace in the Sahara Desert!
Poor Legolas. Don't worry, Calaen has NOT turned all nice and kind, but you probably guessed that from the way he was acting near the end. So, his evilness remains, and it will be back tomorrow! Love Misto x-x