To Mirkwood

Chapter 12: A Baby Girl

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A/N: I'm messing with Middle Earth/Greenwood/Mirkwood history and that's OK!

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"What are you talking about?" Legolas asked, struggling to his feet. Tylen pushed him back down.

"Take a seat, Legolas. It's a long story!" Tylen started pacing back and forth across the cell. "You see, Legolas, long ago, when Mirkwood was Greenwood, my family was really close to the King of Greenwood. The king married my mother, and I was born. That would make me prince. However, times were hard then, and there were wars all the time. My father went to war, and was killed nobly in battle. I should have become king, though I was young, younger than E'thane. But no, someone else showed up in Mirkwood. An elf named Gwindor arrived. You know who that elf was?" Tylen asked. He stopped pacing and stared down at Legolas, waiting for him to answer.

"My grandfather." He answered.

"That's right! Your grandfather. Gwindor was my father's brother, and since he was gone, Gwindor took his place. Over the years, I was forgotten. Then your father was born, and everyone was happy. Gwindor stepped down and allowed Thranduil to take his place as king, and I was forgotten. Well, not completely forgotten, but I should have been king."

"But you're not." Legolas added. Tylen glared down at the elf.

"Shut up. But you are right… I'm not. So I decided to take care of that and place myself back on the throne."

"Threatening to kill off the prince of a kingdom is no way to gain the respect of the said kingdom." Legolas said. Tylen stopped and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He approached Legolas and kicked him in the side, hitting his ribs. Legolas held back the scream that came up into his throat.

"Again, I must ask you to shut up." Tylen glared down at him. "On with my story, so it was a hundred years ago when I decided to take back my throne. It started with Thranduil. I told him that the throne was mine, and proved it to him, but he didn't listen. He wouldn't give up my throne. By then, people were scared of me, because they had heard things that I shall not mention here. Anyway, so I told him if he did not give it up, I would kill his wife. He didn't believe me." Legolas was trying to piece all this together, trying to figure out when she could have been murdered, and at the same time, resisting the urge to kill Tylen. He wanted to hear the whole story. "At the time, you and your brother were away in Rivendell, visiting Lord Elrond. You had already been gone for three months. I don't think you know this, Legolas, but your mother was pregnant while you were gone. When you left, she was 6 months pregnant. She didn't show very much, but she also wore loose clothing. She wanted to surprise you and your brother with a new baby sister or brother. However, when the baby came, you were still gone. It was that night that started it all. I had this plan. A child, innocent, could easily be killed. Such a shame too, for she was a beautiful baby." Tylen trailed off, remembering the day.

"You killed my baby sister?" Legolas asked, clentching his teeth, his hands working harder now to release the bonds on his wrists.

"Indeed I did. Now Thranduil started to believe me about killing his wife, however, it was too late. I killed her that same night. When you returned a week later, you were told that your mother was killed by an illness, and she couldn't be taken to Lord Elrond in time, since the healers here had never seen it before. But now, she was buried under the ground with the innocent baby girl."

"You're sick!" Legolas shouted. He stood and moved towards Tylen. But the crazed elf pulled out his dagger and held it out. Legolas kicked the dagger out of his hand. Tylen rolled his eyes and brought up his fist, smashing Legolas in the side of the head. Legolas fell back to the ground, and he coughed up blood.

"I'm not the one who's sick, Legolas. Your father is sick, and he will die soon. There is no treatment for what I gave to him. I only sent him to Elrond for show. He probably has about three days left in him before he dies. And when he is gone, and since you will be gone, E'thane is the only one who stands in my way. But the boy is young and will easily bend to my will when he finds out he has no family left." Tylen explained to him in a clam manner.

Legolas was twitching now in anger. His hands were tied too tightly for him to get free. Rage was building up to a dangerous level inside of him. Had he been free, Tylen would already be dead. His mother, his baby sister he never knew about, and his father, and soon himself and his brother.

"I be you are surprised by this." Tylen commented, watching the blood spill from the wound on Legolas's head.

"More than surprised…" Legolas whispered. He jumped up again.

"Haven't you learned your lesson?" Tylen asked. Legolas ran towards him and threw his whole weight into knocking Tylen to the ground. Tylen's head hit the ground. He moaned. Legolas stood and went to find the dagger. He picked it up with his hands still behind him and worked on trying to cut the ropes before Tylen could stand again. He bit his lip harder and harder each time he missed and cut his own arm. Finally, he cut then enough that they loosened and he was able to pull free. He advanced on Tylen, holding the dagger out, his hands and arms bleeding profusely. "Go ahead and kill me. It won't save your father. " He said. Legolas stopped. It was true. Killing him would only stain Legolas's hands with blood, and his father would still die. The tears came to Legolas's eyes, and they burned. He reached up and wiped them away, accidently smearing blood on his face. His eyes flashed as he tried to decide what to do. But he took too long.

Tylen stood and snatched the dagger out of Legolas's hands. Legolas looked at him, surprised. Tylen held up the dagger. "Oh, and one more thing before you go… the baby… was not your father's!" Legolas gasped as Tylen grinned and lunged for him…

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E'thane paced back and forth across the study, the guard watching his every movement. Finally, E'thane stopped and looked at the guard. "Are you working for Tylen?" E'thane asked. The guard cast his eyes to the ground.

"Well, no. I don't want to be, but I have no choice." He said. E'thane sat down on his desk.

"Explain." He commanded.

"Well, Tylen has men who are on his side at most of our homes, ready to kill our families if we disobay him." The guard told E'thane. E'thane brought a hand to his forehead. Everything was getting worse and worse. Who knew how bad his father really was. Would Tylen really let Legolas live? He doubted it. Well, if he couldn't save his family, he could still save the families of his people.

"Listen, we will go get rid of those men." E'thane said, realizing this would probably make him a murderer, but right now, he didn't care.

"What?" The guard questioned him, as E'thane moved to the bow that had fallen on the ground.

"You, I and the two guards outside this room. We will stop the men from killing your families. Please. I just need to get to the weapons room and get some arrows." E'thane pleaded. The guard held his head high.

"Yes, your highness."

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I'll just leave it at that. It's not over, of course, but I don't want to make too many comments.

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