Oooooh, good responses guys! You all really seemed to like the prologue. So here's the first proper chapter for you. I wrote this at school! I writ a lot of my stuff at school you'll find. When I get bored. I mean, come on, it's understandable, what with having DOUBLE FRENCH…

Faerlain

DaydreamingTurtle – You will find out more info in this chapter, A LOT MORE I PROMISE! And it was meant to be sad. Rather unlike me really. Lol, thanks for reviewing.

dracademented – Yup, this chapter should help clear a few things up. Like who the people actually are! Of course I'll keep going. Thanks for reviewing.

Rayame325 – Yay, thank you! Sadness is a keen aspect throughout this story I'm afraid. Sorry! Thanks for reviewing.

Tiara Shin – Um…well, you see…I…er…maybe.

Yeah, I MIGHT HAVE KILLED LEGGY!

But you're just going to have to wait and see! Teehee!

Thanks for reviewing, and hope your headache gets better!

Chapter 1: Nothing is Fair.

The night was quiet and still. Too quiet, too still.

The wind rustled through the leaves on the trees. There was a full moon, partially concealed by a cloud. Any stars that could be seen winked and twinkled.

Legolas sighed and lifted his head to the sky. The wind blew his golden hair up and around his face, whipping against his alabaster skin. His sapphire eyes glittered like the stars high above him.

He was alone. All alone, in the woods of his home. He liked it though. At times, he craved to be alone when he couldn't be. When he was caught up in political discussions with his father and the councillors. When his older brother was teaching him the ways of life, horse riding, archery, and close-combat fighting with his twin knives.

He unsheathed them from the scabbards on his back. The blades shone, the inscriptions glowed. He turned them over in his hands, felt their weight.

He slashed one through the still air, listening to it cut through the silence. He did the same with its twin, then both together in unison.

His lessons came back to him, the memories of his brother drilling the instructions into him.

"No, hold them like this Greenleaf. That's better, now try again."

Legolas smiled to himself. Dear Férar, teaching his sibling everything he knew. Looking after him, caring for him when Adar wasn't around. Guiding him carefully through his first years of immortality.

He practised his moves in the small clearing for a few minutes. He could hear Férar's voice in his head, telling him how to swing and duck, swerve, and strike.

"Orc behind you Legs! Good, got it…to your left! And right! Go for it Greenleaf!"

On and on he danced, the blades flashing like silver lightening. Stabbing and slashing imaginary foes, swiping the blades through the air. One knife, two knives, together, opposite…ducking and diving, spinning neatly on his heel to meet the Orcs creeping up behind him…

Suddenly, metal met metal. Legolas stared with wide eyes at his opponent, his breathing heavy, his forehead glistening with early beads of perspiration.

"Always keep your eyes on your back," his brother said gently, lowering his knives. Legolas mirrored his movements.

The two Princes stared at one another in silence for a few moments. Then without warning, Legolas turned and ran.

Férar followed him through the trees, the branches tearing at his clothes. He made sure to keep Legolas in sight. To lose him out here would be a nightmare.

Legolas ran on and on, wanting to get away from his brother, away from everyone…he wanted to be alone! Why couldn't they understand that?

He stumbled on a tree root, but scrambled on, ignoring the branches clawing the clothes off his skin, the rain from earlier soaking through his thin tunic. He felt a stinging up near his eye, and the blood trickling down his cheek.

Férar sped up, desperate to catch his brother. It was not good for him to be on his own, not now. Not after everything that had happened recently.

He saw Legolas stumble, and gained a bit of ground. He knew his brother would be tiring soon, and so he was just waiting for the right moment.

His lungs were on fire, his throat scorched by the air being viciously drawn in. His eyes watered, the tears mixing with the blood. His cheeks burned from the wind and his legs felt like lead. But he had to get away!

He could hear Férar gaining on him, and panic rose in his chest. He felt himself stumble again, and would have fallen to the ground hard had Férar not caught him from behind.

The brothers fell to the floor together, Legolas struggling and wriggling in Férar's arms. He yelled and screamed, trying to break free.

But Férar's grip was too tight. He held Legolas close against him, whispering soothing words of comfort into his ear.

"Hush little Greenleaf, its ok, its ok. Calm down, relax. Shh…"

Gradually, Legolas ceased his fighting, and lay, limp and exhausted in his brother's arms. Férar cradled him like a child, holding him protectively. Legolas was trembling, shaking like a leaf. The tears were streaming down his cheeks, washing the blood from the cut away.

"It's not fair," he whispered through his sobbing. "It's not fair."

"I know Greenleaf, I know," Férar whispered back. He stroked the younger Prince's hair, whispering to and comforting him.

"I don't want this. I never wanted it. I hate it."

"So do I. But don't worry, we'll get through this. Everything will be ok in the end, you'll see."

"No it won't. Everything's ruined; nothing can change it. Our life will never be the same…"

"Hush now, don't speak. Get your energy back. Relax."

"I can't, I need…"

"No, you don't need anything. You're safe now; I'm not letting you go again."

Legolas turned to look up at his brother. Férar wiped the tears away, brushing his finger over the cut. Legolas winced.

"We had better get this cleaned up," Férar said.

Legolas just nodded. He was too tired to argue anymore. He let Férar bathe the cut with water from the flask at his waist, flinching slightly when it smarted.

"We're going to go home, and I'm going to look after you, and everything's going to be fine."

"No, no it's not. She's gone, and she's never coming back Férar!"

"Hush Greenleaf. Shh, calm down. Relax, its ok."

"Its not, its not…" He started sobbing again.

Férar felt his own tears forming, and tried to blink them away. But he quickly gave in, and let them fall. He held Legolas tighter, still cradling him. They sat there together, crying their hearts out.

Férar carried his sleeping brother slowly back towards the palace. Legolas had worn himself out by crying. Férar had taken the quiver from off his brother's back, and lain it across Legolas' body so he was more comfortable.

He looked up at the sky, which he could just about see through the thick canopy. It was brightening up. Dawn was approaching.

They had sat there for so long. Férar had been consoling his younger brother as best he could, but Legolas was completely distraught. He had no idea what he was going to do.

None of this was Legolas' fault, but the youngest Prince was convinced it was. How was Férar going to reassure him that it most certainly wasn't?

He shifted Legolas a little in his arms, adjusting the weight. Legolas was so light! Even as a dead weight.

His mind drifted back to when Legolas was first born. The parties and celebrations had lasted for weeks. To have one Prince was great - two was fantastic. Thranduil was so proud of his sons. He was determined to bring them both up as the perfect Princes.

Straight away, Legolas and Férar had bonded. There was little more than 150 years between them. As soon as he had turned 7 years old, Legolas had started horse riding. And Férar had taught him. He started archery at 10, and had been using wooden swords and knives since he was 5.

He was a born warrior. And sometimes Férar wished it wasn't that way. Legolas was a natural fighter, but his heart was soft. Easily bruised. He was very sensitive - of himself, and those that he loved.

But Férar was determined to always be there for him. He would never abandon his little Greenleaf, no matter what. They had their arguments, their disagreements, but neither would leave the other.

Legolas stirred, and Férar looked down. Legolas blinked back up at him.

"How are you feeling little brother?"

"Mmm…" He was still half-asleep.

"We're nearly home Legs. Nearly there, and you can go to bed, ok?"

Legolas nodded, and his eyes glazed over as he drifted back to sleep.

"Where was he?"

"Right out in the middle of nowhere. He was all alone. As soon as he saw me…he ran."

Thranduil sighed, and looked at his sleeping son. Legolas was under the influence of a sleeping draught, and was now back safe in his own room. Both Thranduil and Férar refused to leave his side, though the King was adamant that his eldest son should go and get some rest of his own.

"I am not leaving him now Adar. If he wakes up, I have to be here."

"But you must be exhausted. You've been up non-stop since yesterday morning."

"I'm fine Adar. If anyone needs rest, its you."

Thranduil frowned. "Please Férar…"

"No Adar! He's my little brother. He needs me. I promised, when he was born, that I would always be here for him, that I would never let him get hurt. And now the worst has happened…what am I doing? I'm just sitting here, holding his hand!"

"You saved him from himself," Thranduil told him sharply. "If you hadn't have gone after him, he would still be out there now. You are doing loads by being here."

"So here I must stay," Férar finished. He turned back to his brother.

"Then I stay here with you," Thranduil answered.

They sat there in silence for about an hour, watching and waiting. Then there was a soft knock at the door. Thranduil bade them enter.

"My Lord, your councillors wish to talk with you," the Elf messenger said.

"I cannot leave," the King told him. "Say I will talk later."

"Yes my Lord." He left.

"You should have gone Adar. They will not be pleased."

"Tough," Thranduil retorted. "I am their King, they go by my orders."

Férar smiled at his father's plain stubbornness. Both he and Legolas had inherited that particular trait from the King, and everyone knew it.

Just then, Legolas stirred, and peered at them blearily. "Adar…?" he whispered.

"I am here my son."

"I'm sorry…"

"Hush, it's ok."

"Legs?"

Legolas smiled at his older brother. "Hannon lle," he whispered.

Férar smiled back. "No problem little brother."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"A good few hours," Férar told him.

"Shouldn't you be with the other Lords Adar?"

"No, they can wait."

"No they can't. You go, I'll be fine."

Thranduil raised an eyebrow. "Legolas…" he started.

Legolas raised an eyebrow back. "Go," he urged. "This Kingdom can't run itself."

Thranduil smiled at his son. He knew he himself had used that phrase many times when he wanted rid of his sons when he was busy. He got to his feet. "Very well. I'll leave you in your brother's care. Get some more rest." He kissed Legolas' forehead, then left.

Férar smiled and stroked his brother's cheek. Legolas yawned. "So, what have I missed?"

Férar laughed. "Not a lot, trust me. Everything's more or less the same."

"Since before or after?"

"Legolas…"

"We're going to have to talk about it sooner or later. Sooner rather than later please."

"She's gone, and she's not coming back. You said so yourself."

"But what are we going to do without her?

Férar shook his head. "I don't know Greenleaf. But I do know one thing." He took hold of Legolas' hand. "We have to be strong. For Adar. He needs us."

Legolas nodded in agreement and squeezed Férar's hand. "I'll be ok. We'll be ok. We'll get through this, right?"

Férar grinned. "That's what I like to hear, fighting talk!"

Legolas laughed softly. "I know something too."

"Oh yes? And what's that?"

"I'm going to avenge our mother's death."

Dun dun DUN!!!!! Go Leggy! And er…please don't kill me.

Yet.

Bye!

Faerlain