"Well, I am rather glad that the Elf is well," said Gimli, once they were
all seated in Elrond's study.
"Your concern for my son is overwhelming," said Thranduil icily.
"It is, if only you could look beyond the animosity which stands between Elves and Dwarves. If you did, then you would see that Gimli does actually care for Legolas," said Gandalf.
Thranduil narrowed his eyes, but said nothing else on that particular subject. Instead, he turned to Elrond, and motioned for him to begin speaking. "Come, there are many matters which need to be discussed, so we cannot tarry."
"Right, well, seeing as how we are all gathered together, we will start with the Ring," said Elrond. "It has been nearly two weeks since the Company left Rivendell, and it will not be long before the Enemy finds out of its whereabouts. The Ring cannot stay here for longer than is necessary."
"And what do we do?" asked Boromir. "When will Legolas be well enough to leave?"
"He is progressing well, and it is only early days," replied Airëlus. "I was not planning on helping him get better unless things got desperate or he was in too much pain to cope with, but I never thought about the Ring."
"No, I think it slipped from all of our minds," said Gandalf. "But we must think about it now."
Frodo sighed, and absent-mindedly played with the Ring, which was now hanging safely around his neck once more. "I am happy with whatever you decide to do, for your counsel will obviously be the wisest. But if I am honest, then I must say that it will become more and more of a burden for me."
"We are aware of that, and it is you who we are thinking of," said Gandalf gently. "The Ring is indeed a heavy burden to bear, especially for small Hobbits, so we must focus our attention on leaving Imladris as soon as possible."
"And what do you call 'as soon as possible'?" asked Boromir. "Tomorrow? Next week? Next month?"
"If I knew what was going to happen, then I would not have requested this meeting," said Gandalf.
Elrohir sighed, and leant forwards thoughtfully in his chair. "Ada, myself and Elladan could always ride out and see if the Ringwraiths are yet abroad. Would that help make up your mind?"
"It may help a little, but I see no real reason for either of you to ride out," said Elrond, smiling at his son. "No, I think it best if we just prepare the Company to leave as soon as possible. What do you all say to that?"
"I am willing to leave when everyone else is," said Aragorn.
"Yes, the sooner we are back on the road, the better," put in Gimli.
"Though it will be a shame, having to leave here for a second time," sighed Pippin. "Of course, I am not referring to the delicious food."
Airëlus shook his head in amusement, before looking across at Gandalf. "Would it be a better idea to have more members in the Company this time? There is safety in numbers."
"Yes, but there is safety in being inconspicuous," replied Gandalf.
"No offence, but four Halflings, two fully grown men, a Dwarf, an Elf and an Istar travelling together is not what I would call inconspicuous," said Elladan. "In my eyes, it is far from it. Surely another two or three would not make a difference?"
"That is where you are wrong, ion-nin," replied Elrond. "Another two or three would indeed make a difference, so we must keep the Company exactly as it was in the first place. But now we come to another matter. Are all of you still willing to go on this Quest, considering the perils you have already faced?"
"I will follow Frodo to the end," said Aragorn.
Sam nodded his head violently. "Me too. I won't let Mister Frodo go anywhere without me."
"Judging by your performance at the Council two weeks ago, I would call that an under-statement," said Elrond, smiling down at the Hobbit. He looked across at the others then. "And what about all of you?"
"I wish to take the road which leads to Minas Tirith, so I will follow him as far as possible," said Boromir.
"I will not be the one to let my race down," added Gimli. "Besides, what is a Company without a Dwarf?"
Elrond laughed softly. "Quite so, quite so. And what about you two, Merry and Pippin? There is still a chance for you to go back to your home. Are you going to take it?"
"We most certainly are not," said Merry indignantly, while Pippin shook his head.
"Well, that settles it then," said Elrond, ending the sentence with a sigh of relief. "The Company is unbroken, and the members remain loyal. They will leave here-
"You say that the Company is unbroken," cut in Thranduil, speaking for the first time, "but what about Legolas? Or had he slipped your mind?"
"No, of course not, but surely he still wishes to go," said Elrond.
"I do not think that Legolas will let his experience affect what he wants to do," added Airëlus. "Ada, he will want to go on the journey, I am sure of it."
Thranduil inclined his head, a humourless smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I do not doubt what he will want, but whether I want him to leave or not, is a different matter."
"What are you saying?" asked Elrond shortly.
"Legolas is not going with the Company this time," replied Thranduil. He narrowed his eyes at the sharp intakes of breath and shocked expressions from the others. "He is not going, and that is all I have to say on the matter."
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"What are you doing out of bed?" asked Airëlus sharply, walking into Legolas' room later that evening.
The Prince turned around, and smiled. "I was asleep for hours. When I woke up, I felt well enough to get up and move around, so I did. What's wrong with you? You look angry."
"No, just a little frustrated," replied Airëlus, ending the sentence in a deep sigh.
"Why has something happened?" asked Legolas in concern, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder.
Airëlus shook his head in annoyance. "It is nothing for you to...No, that is a lie. I suppose it is something for you to worry about. Legolas, Ada wants to speak with you about something. I tried to convince him otherwise, but his mind will not be changed. You know how resolute he is."
"I seem to remember you saying something like that to me a long time ago," said Legolas quietly. "I take it this time Ada is not coming to punish me for something that Calaen did?"
Airëlus winced at the bitterness in his brother's voice. "He just wants to talk to you about something. But do not reveal that I have told you this."
Legolas was about to question this, but the door opened, and King Thranduil himself came into the room. He glanced suspiciously at his two sons, for both of them had whirled around to face him. The eldest was slowly shaking his head, pleading with his eyes, whilst the younger just looked confused and apprehensive.
"Ah, it is good to see you are up so soon, Legolas," Thranduil said, smiling. "Airëlus, could you leave us for a while? I wish to talk with your brother, alone for the time being."
The healer nodded, and went over to the door. "I know you do. Ada, think about this."
"I have," replied Thranduil, "and there is no need to give it any further thought. Now, please leave us."
Legolas bit his lip, and watched as his brother did as the King had bidden. The door was slammed shut, causing the Prince to flinch, and Thranduil to close his eyes in annoyance. However he shook himself, and stepped forwards to place a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Sit down, Legolas, and do not look so worried," he said gently. "I only wish to know what you hope to do once you are fully recovered. Do you want to remain here in Imladris, or return home with Airëlus and I? You could even go to Lórien for a while, if you so desire."
The Prince looked confused for a moment, before understanding what his father was talking about. "Do you mean after the Ring has been destroyed? I do not know, because it all depends on what happens on the Quest. I may not-
"No, you misunderstand me," cut in Thranduil. "I mean, what do you want to do now?"
"I want to go and fight for Middle Earth with Estel and Mithrandir," said Legolas slowly. "And...I am going to go and fight for Middle Earth with Estel and Mithrandir."
Thranduil smiled, and sat down on the bed beside his son. "And what would you do if I said that I did not want you to go? What would you do if I wanted you to not go on the Quest?"
"What are you saying?" asked Legolas sharply.
"I think you know," replied Thranduil.
Legolas stared at his father for a minute, before shaking his head. "No, I am not going to sit safely at home, doing nothing whilst my friends fight for peace in our world. I am going on this journey."
"But I do not want you to," sighed Thranduil.
"I cannot believe you just said that. This is the fate of Middle Earth that we are talking about. I thought you were well-learned in the way of the world," said Legolas angrily. "I thought you knew just how important this is; and I thought you were aware of how dark these days have become."
"I am, but that does not mean I want to see you get hurt," replied Thranduil.
Legolas hissed in annoyance. "What is one life compared to thousands of others? I would gladly sacrifice my life to save the world from utter domination, and if I should die on this Quest, trying to do just that, then so be it."
"You are not going," said Thranduil quietly.
"And what can you do to stop me?" sneered Legolas.
Thranduil's face was impassive as he said: "I can forbid you from doing anything, or going anywhere. There is nothing that you can do to over- rule me."
Legolas glared at his father for a moment, before going to stand by the window. "You can forbid me as much as you desire, but it will not change anything that I am going to do. Understand this now."
"I am not saying this as your father, but as your King," snapped Thranduil. "You are not leaving Rivendell unless it is to return to Mirkwood, and that is all there is to say on the subject." He turned on his heel, about to leave, but spun around as Legolas muttered something under his breath. "What was that?"
"Your title means nothing to me at the moment," spat Legolas. "Do you honestly think that because you are the King, it will stop me from doing what I must?"
Thranduil jumped forwards, and grabbed Legolas' arm. "You are Mirkwood's Prince and my son, but do not think for one minute that I could not have you arrested and locked up for that. If there were any guards around, they would leap on you without a second's hesitation."
"And if they did, what would you do?" asked Legolas. "Would you let them lock me away, or would you order them to release me?"
"I don't know. Maybe if you were shut away somewhere, it would stop you from doing anything that I do not want you to," retorted Thranduil.
Legolas' eyes flashed silver, and anger flew across his face. "In case you had forgotten, I have just been shut away. Did you want me to agree to take over Mirkwood? Did you want me to agree to try and kill you? No, I thought not. So, being shut away didn't really stop me from doing anything that you did not want me to."
"I did not mean it like that," sighed Thranduil, releasing his grip on Legolas' arm. "The answer to your first question is no. Of course I would not have you locked away. But can you not understand why I want you to remain here, where you will be safe?"
"Yes, I suppose I can," muttered Legolas. He closed his eyes briefly, and exhaled. "Ada, I am sorry for what I said. I hold you in the highest possible respect, and it was my temper speaking a minute ago."
"Would you go against my wishes, even if you knew how much it would hurt and anger me?" asked Thranduil softly.
"That is the very last thing I want," replied Legolas. "Ada, sacrifices must be made in life, and a lot of the time, those sacrifices will indeed hurt. But if this is the path that has been lain down for me, then who I am to ignore it? And who are you to hold me back from it?"
"You already got yourself nearly killed, so Valar only knows what will happen this time!" snapped Thranduil, spinning around and kicking over a table in his rage.
"Ada, this is what I must do," said Legolas desperately. "Why can't you understand that?"
"Because I want to protect you!" yelled Thranduil. "Is that too much to ask?"
"No, but I am not a child. Of course you want to protect me, but you cannot do that for ever," said Legolas gently. "Besides, you still have Airëlus. If I should die trying to help Frodo, then at least you still have him."
In a flash, Thranduil was in front of Legolas, and had grabbed the front of his tunic, pulling him close. "Ah, that's alright then. Look, I love your brother, but he cannot compensate for the loss of you, no-one could. But you don't understand that, do you? Come on, Legolas, talk to me! But you cannot think of anything to say, can you? Can you? Damn it, I want you to talk to me!"
The door flew open then, and Airëlus ran in, a look of worry on his face. "Is everything al...Ada, what are you doing? Let go of him!"
Thranduil lessened his grip on the Elf in front of him, but did not release him. "Alright then, Legolas, you go on this Quest. But the Valar must protect you, for no-one else has the power to do that. If your life should be claimed, then all I can say is that I warned you against leaving."
With that, the Elven-king jerked his hands away and stormed from the room, leaving his two sons behind. Legolas stared after his father for a moment, stunned, before making to go after him. Airëlus however, flung out an arm to hold him back.
"No, leave him," said the healer gently. "He is upset, and needs time to get over his anger."
"Well, he can do that whilst I am fighting for Middle Earth," snapped Legolas. He sighed then, and passed a hand through his hair. "I did not mean to infuriate him, Airëlus. I have seen him lose his temper hundreds of times, and more often that not, I was on the receiving end of his anger, but this time was different. I knew exactly what he was going through, and I knew that he made a fair point, yet I still went on and on at him."
Airëlus sighed, and touched his brother's shoulder. "You are shaking. Sit down."
"No, I am fine," protested Legolas. "I am just a little shocked, that's all. Damn it, why do I always hurt those who only want to help, those who I care about? I try not to, but-
"You have never hurt anybody," said Airëlus quietly, gently embracing his brother. As he ran his fingers through the silky golden hair, he looked sadly over Legolas' shoulder, and out of the window. "Go to help the Halfling in his Quest. This is what you must do, and Ada will see this soon enough."
"Will he?" muttered Legolas.
"Of course," replied Airëlus. Then he thought: 'Or so I hope.'
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"Your concern for my son is overwhelming," said Thranduil icily.
"It is, if only you could look beyond the animosity which stands between Elves and Dwarves. If you did, then you would see that Gimli does actually care for Legolas," said Gandalf.
Thranduil narrowed his eyes, but said nothing else on that particular subject. Instead, he turned to Elrond, and motioned for him to begin speaking. "Come, there are many matters which need to be discussed, so we cannot tarry."
"Right, well, seeing as how we are all gathered together, we will start with the Ring," said Elrond. "It has been nearly two weeks since the Company left Rivendell, and it will not be long before the Enemy finds out of its whereabouts. The Ring cannot stay here for longer than is necessary."
"And what do we do?" asked Boromir. "When will Legolas be well enough to leave?"
"He is progressing well, and it is only early days," replied Airëlus. "I was not planning on helping him get better unless things got desperate or he was in too much pain to cope with, but I never thought about the Ring."
"No, I think it slipped from all of our minds," said Gandalf. "But we must think about it now."
Frodo sighed, and absent-mindedly played with the Ring, which was now hanging safely around his neck once more. "I am happy with whatever you decide to do, for your counsel will obviously be the wisest. But if I am honest, then I must say that it will become more and more of a burden for me."
"We are aware of that, and it is you who we are thinking of," said Gandalf gently. "The Ring is indeed a heavy burden to bear, especially for small Hobbits, so we must focus our attention on leaving Imladris as soon as possible."
"And what do you call 'as soon as possible'?" asked Boromir. "Tomorrow? Next week? Next month?"
"If I knew what was going to happen, then I would not have requested this meeting," said Gandalf.
Elrohir sighed, and leant forwards thoughtfully in his chair. "Ada, myself and Elladan could always ride out and see if the Ringwraiths are yet abroad. Would that help make up your mind?"
"It may help a little, but I see no real reason for either of you to ride out," said Elrond, smiling at his son. "No, I think it best if we just prepare the Company to leave as soon as possible. What do you all say to that?"
"I am willing to leave when everyone else is," said Aragorn.
"Yes, the sooner we are back on the road, the better," put in Gimli.
"Though it will be a shame, having to leave here for a second time," sighed Pippin. "Of course, I am not referring to the delicious food."
Airëlus shook his head in amusement, before looking across at Gandalf. "Would it be a better idea to have more members in the Company this time? There is safety in numbers."
"Yes, but there is safety in being inconspicuous," replied Gandalf.
"No offence, but four Halflings, two fully grown men, a Dwarf, an Elf and an Istar travelling together is not what I would call inconspicuous," said Elladan. "In my eyes, it is far from it. Surely another two or three would not make a difference?"
"That is where you are wrong, ion-nin," replied Elrond. "Another two or three would indeed make a difference, so we must keep the Company exactly as it was in the first place. But now we come to another matter. Are all of you still willing to go on this Quest, considering the perils you have already faced?"
"I will follow Frodo to the end," said Aragorn.
Sam nodded his head violently. "Me too. I won't let Mister Frodo go anywhere without me."
"Judging by your performance at the Council two weeks ago, I would call that an under-statement," said Elrond, smiling down at the Hobbit. He looked across at the others then. "And what about all of you?"
"I wish to take the road which leads to Minas Tirith, so I will follow him as far as possible," said Boromir.
"I will not be the one to let my race down," added Gimli. "Besides, what is a Company without a Dwarf?"
Elrond laughed softly. "Quite so, quite so. And what about you two, Merry and Pippin? There is still a chance for you to go back to your home. Are you going to take it?"
"We most certainly are not," said Merry indignantly, while Pippin shook his head.
"Well, that settles it then," said Elrond, ending the sentence with a sigh of relief. "The Company is unbroken, and the members remain loyal. They will leave here-
"You say that the Company is unbroken," cut in Thranduil, speaking for the first time, "but what about Legolas? Or had he slipped your mind?"
"No, of course not, but surely he still wishes to go," said Elrond.
"I do not think that Legolas will let his experience affect what he wants to do," added Airëlus. "Ada, he will want to go on the journey, I am sure of it."
Thranduil inclined his head, a humourless smile playing on his lips. "Yes, I do not doubt what he will want, but whether I want him to leave or not, is a different matter."
"What are you saying?" asked Elrond shortly.
"Legolas is not going with the Company this time," replied Thranduil. He narrowed his eyes at the sharp intakes of breath and shocked expressions from the others. "He is not going, and that is all I have to say on the matter."
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"What are you doing out of bed?" asked Airëlus sharply, walking into Legolas' room later that evening.
The Prince turned around, and smiled. "I was asleep for hours. When I woke up, I felt well enough to get up and move around, so I did. What's wrong with you? You look angry."
"No, just a little frustrated," replied Airëlus, ending the sentence in a deep sigh.
"Why has something happened?" asked Legolas in concern, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder.
Airëlus shook his head in annoyance. "It is nothing for you to...No, that is a lie. I suppose it is something for you to worry about. Legolas, Ada wants to speak with you about something. I tried to convince him otherwise, but his mind will not be changed. You know how resolute he is."
"I seem to remember you saying something like that to me a long time ago," said Legolas quietly. "I take it this time Ada is not coming to punish me for something that Calaen did?"
Airëlus winced at the bitterness in his brother's voice. "He just wants to talk to you about something. But do not reveal that I have told you this."
Legolas was about to question this, but the door opened, and King Thranduil himself came into the room. He glanced suspiciously at his two sons, for both of them had whirled around to face him. The eldest was slowly shaking his head, pleading with his eyes, whilst the younger just looked confused and apprehensive.
"Ah, it is good to see you are up so soon, Legolas," Thranduil said, smiling. "Airëlus, could you leave us for a while? I wish to talk with your brother, alone for the time being."
The healer nodded, and went over to the door. "I know you do. Ada, think about this."
"I have," replied Thranduil, "and there is no need to give it any further thought. Now, please leave us."
Legolas bit his lip, and watched as his brother did as the King had bidden. The door was slammed shut, causing the Prince to flinch, and Thranduil to close his eyes in annoyance. However he shook himself, and stepped forwards to place a hand on his son's shoulder.
"Sit down, Legolas, and do not look so worried," he said gently. "I only wish to know what you hope to do once you are fully recovered. Do you want to remain here in Imladris, or return home with Airëlus and I? You could even go to Lórien for a while, if you so desire."
The Prince looked confused for a moment, before understanding what his father was talking about. "Do you mean after the Ring has been destroyed? I do not know, because it all depends on what happens on the Quest. I may not-
"No, you misunderstand me," cut in Thranduil. "I mean, what do you want to do now?"
"I want to go and fight for Middle Earth with Estel and Mithrandir," said Legolas slowly. "And...I am going to go and fight for Middle Earth with Estel and Mithrandir."
Thranduil smiled, and sat down on the bed beside his son. "And what would you do if I said that I did not want you to go? What would you do if I wanted you to not go on the Quest?"
"What are you saying?" asked Legolas sharply.
"I think you know," replied Thranduil.
Legolas stared at his father for a minute, before shaking his head. "No, I am not going to sit safely at home, doing nothing whilst my friends fight for peace in our world. I am going on this journey."
"But I do not want you to," sighed Thranduil.
"I cannot believe you just said that. This is the fate of Middle Earth that we are talking about. I thought you were well-learned in the way of the world," said Legolas angrily. "I thought you knew just how important this is; and I thought you were aware of how dark these days have become."
"I am, but that does not mean I want to see you get hurt," replied Thranduil.
Legolas hissed in annoyance. "What is one life compared to thousands of others? I would gladly sacrifice my life to save the world from utter domination, and if I should die on this Quest, trying to do just that, then so be it."
"You are not going," said Thranduil quietly.
"And what can you do to stop me?" sneered Legolas.
Thranduil's face was impassive as he said: "I can forbid you from doing anything, or going anywhere. There is nothing that you can do to over- rule me."
Legolas glared at his father for a moment, before going to stand by the window. "You can forbid me as much as you desire, but it will not change anything that I am going to do. Understand this now."
"I am not saying this as your father, but as your King," snapped Thranduil. "You are not leaving Rivendell unless it is to return to Mirkwood, and that is all there is to say on the subject." He turned on his heel, about to leave, but spun around as Legolas muttered something under his breath. "What was that?"
"Your title means nothing to me at the moment," spat Legolas. "Do you honestly think that because you are the King, it will stop me from doing what I must?"
Thranduil jumped forwards, and grabbed Legolas' arm. "You are Mirkwood's Prince and my son, but do not think for one minute that I could not have you arrested and locked up for that. If there were any guards around, they would leap on you without a second's hesitation."
"And if they did, what would you do?" asked Legolas. "Would you let them lock me away, or would you order them to release me?"
"I don't know. Maybe if you were shut away somewhere, it would stop you from doing anything that I do not want you to," retorted Thranduil.
Legolas' eyes flashed silver, and anger flew across his face. "In case you had forgotten, I have just been shut away. Did you want me to agree to take over Mirkwood? Did you want me to agree to try and kill you? No, I thought not. So, being shut away didn't really stop me from doing anything that you did not want me to."
"I did not mean it like that," sighed Thranduil, releasing his grip on Legolas' arm. "The answer to your first question is no. Of course I would not have you locked away. But can you not understand why I want you to remain here, where you will be safe?"
"Yes, I suppose I can," muttered Legolas. He closed his eyes briefly, and exhaled. "Ada, I am sorry for what I said. I hold you in the highest possible respect, and it was my temper speaking a minute ago."
"Would you go against my wishes, even if you knew how much it would hurt and anger me?" asked Thranduil softly.
"That is the very last thing I want," replied Legolas. "Ada, sacrifices must be made in life, and a lot of the time, those sacrifices will indeed hurt. But if this is the path that has been lain down for me, then who I am to ignore it? And who are you to hold me back from it?"
"You already got yourself nearly killed, so Valar only knows what will happen this time!" snapped Thranduil, spinning around and kicking over a table in his rage.
"Ada, this is what I must do," said Legolas desperately. "Why can't you understand that?"
"Because I want to protect you!" yelled Thranduil. "Is that too much to ask?"
"No, but I am not a child. Of course you want to protect me, but you cannot do that for ever," said Legolas gently. "Besides, you still have Airëlus. If I should die trying to help Frodo, then at least you still have him."
In a flash, Thranduil was in front of Legolas, and had grabbed the front of his tunic, pulling him close. "Ah, that's alright then. Look, I love your brother, but he cannot compensate for the loss of you, no-one could. But you don't understand that, do you? Come on, Legolas, talk to me! But you cannot think of anything to say, can you? Can you? Damn it, I want you to talk to me!"
The door flew open then, and Airëlus ran in, a look of worry on his face. "Is everything al...Ada, what are you doing? Let go of him!"
Thranduil lessened his grip on the Elf in front of him, but did not release him. "Alright then, Legolas, you go on this Quest. But the Valar must protect you, for no-one else has the power to do that. If your life should be claimed, then all I can say is that I warned you against leaving."
With that, the Elven-king jerked his hands away and stormed from the room, leaving his two sons behind. Legolas stared after his father for a moment, stunned, before making to go after him. Airëlus however, flung out an arm to hold him back.
"No, leave him," said the healer gently. "He is upset, and needs time to get over his anger."
"Well, he can do that whilst I am fighting for Middle Earth," snapped Legolas. He sighed then, and passed a hand through his hair. "I did not mean to infuriate him, Airëlus. I have seen him lose his temper hundreds of times, and more often that not, I was on the receiving end of his anger, but this time was different. I knew exactly what he was going through, and I knew that he made a fair point, yet I still went on and on at him."
Airëlus sighed, and touched his brother's shoulder. "You are shaking. Sit down."
"No, I am fine," protested Legolas. "I am just a little shocked, that's all. Damn it, why do I always hurt those who only want to help, those who I care about? I try not to, but-
"You have never hurt anybody," said Airëlus quietly, gently embracing his brother. As he ran his fingers through the silky golden hair, he looked sadly over Legolas' shoulder, and out of the window. "Go to help the Halfling in his Quest. This is what you must do, and Ada will see this soon enough."
"Will he?" muttered Legolas.
"Of course," replied Airëlus. Then he thought: 'Or so I hope.'
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eleanor rigbey: Thanks! I'm hoping that I get through them ok!
Halimanya: Don't worry, Calaen is turning up pretty soon. I think you'll be seeing a bit more of him starting from Thursday. And yes, I like huge twists, so be prepared!
Legolas-gurl888: I'm alive! That's totally cool that your gonna start posting your story, so yeah, sure I'll go check it out! Hee hee, you were reading behind your teacher's back! It's Sunday at the moment, in the early evening. How random was that? I mean, you don't need to know what time it is where I live. Ok, I'm gonna shut up now.
LalaithoftheBruinen: Lucky you, going on vacation! Have fun!
Inu Lover: You'll have to just wait and see...
Leeanne: Thanks for telling me that thing about Elven aging! I've heard something like that before, but I couldn't remember what it was. I have a bad memory!
Haldir's Heart and Soul: Oh, that would be really mean if it was all just a manipulation of Legolas' mind, and his brother wasn't really dead at all. I'm gonna be really mean now, and say that your gonna have to wait til Thursday to find out! LOL
Ok, I'm back cos my computer is up and running again. The solution was right in front of our eyes, we're just too dense to see it! Anyway, I know that Thranduil kinda lost it back there, but don't worry, he'll be back to normal soon enough. In the next chapter, some stuff will be revealed about Airëlus, but that's all I'm saying. Luv Misto x-x