To Melt A Heart of Ice

Disclaimer: I'm to depressed to be creative. Don't own anything. Except my stuff.

Note: Well! No hobbit name! And also no comments on the idea of a RP game site and webpage! Might as well be grateful and reply my few reviewers.

Note: If you like LOTR/POTC parodies, go read fics by The Second Geek. On the other hand, read ALL her fics! Because she rules!

Krissilee06: (blush) Why thank you! You know why it's different? Because...(dun dun dun dun) I AM NOT A LEGGY FANGIRL! As far as I know, anyway.

Navaer Lalaith: You must have been sent down from heaven. Thank GOD you reviewed before I started making up names on the spot. The rules for naming elves were sort of confusing when it came to the second and third name though, but maybe that's because my brain is peanut-sized. I'll use you phrasebook from now on.

Tpfan33: (checks ROTK) Hey, you're right. But I guess I can't follow everything, because of the whole Legolas sailing far far away on a ship. But I'll follow the rest.

Raea: Whew, I thought you went mental that day or something. But thanks for reminding me 'bout that site. I'll try as many names as possible.

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Legolas woke up to see a beautiful red sun rising. A red sun rises. Blood has been spilt this night. He recalled his words with a wry smile. It was unlikely that any blood would be spilt in this day and age.

Wait. The sun...rising?

"Oh no. No no no no no no..."

He couldn't believe it. He had given up his precious time for sleep, and the dark elf might be miles ahead by now. Legolas sprang up and dashed into the inn, hoping to discover a sign that Alhana had not resumed her journey.

"...full of elves gone bad. Dark elves, they call them..."

Legolas ceased in the midst of his frantic search at the word 'dark elves'. He inched closer to the warrior and the young merchant to listen, taking care to not look so conspicuous. Even with his excellent hearing, it was hard to hear them in the noisy inn.

"I heard it's a vast underground city, and they have some sacred place called LunaSanctum-"

"Insane. You're insane. You and your little friends."

"It's could be true, I tell you! Who has ever explored the caverns in the Iron Mountains? You tell me that!"

"Not many, but people would notice a whole bloody city of elf refugees tromping up a mountain!"

"Not in those times. There weren't that many, and people had other worries."

The old warrior snorted. "And I suppose they repopulated by magic? Poof! A whole elven nation appears." He chortled.

"Why not? It's possible! I heard that these elves are incredibly strong in magic, almost as strong as the old White Wizard-"

The warrior was now in hysterical fits of laughter, much to the young man's rage. "Stop laughing! That may not be it, but there are ways-"

Legolas would have liked to continue listening. Unfortunately, he never saw the dagger aiming for his neck.

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Alhana stretched lazily eased out of the bed. It was late in the morning, yet she felt sleepier than ever. She slowly dressed and stared out of the window. Then she noticed that her 'elf stalker', as Anthrios had called him, was gone. Her lips tightened in a worried frown. Where was he? He had no reason to leave...

She jumped as she heard a scream and a crash, followed by the sound of commotion. She turned and hurried downstairs, fearing the worst.

"Oh, for the love of..." was all she could say at the disastrous sight that greeted her. Tables and chairs were strewn wildly across the floor, barmaids were screaming, people were yelling for help. She snorted. Apparently the people turned a blind eye to fights and all other street crimes, but it was murder they could not stand.

Not that an actual murder had taken place. The Rivendell elf's supposed murderer was never a good shot with a thrown dagger anyway. Still, the sight of someone pinned to the wall by a dagger with a stupefied look was rather amusing. She sighed and yanked the dagger out of his clothes. "Are you alright?" She asked casually.

He nodded slowly.

"Then we should get out of here."

They walked away, leaving the flustered innkeeper to cease the fight himself.

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"My name is Legolas-"

"Yes, I already know. You were the elf at the meeting, or more appropriately, interrogation."

Legolas was surprised, both at the fact that she knew his name and her accusing tone. Then he realized what she was annoyed with.

"You knew, didn't you?" he said, looking at her in the eye.

"That they sent a spy? Of course."

Legolas was again surprised. He had not expected her to be so direct and forthcoming.

But he still didn't trust her.

"Why didn't you confront me? Why didn't you even try to mislead me?" he demanded.

"Why should I?"

He stared.

Alhana sighed. "The meeting was...tiring. It's odd how one can be an ally and yet an enemy at the same time. But of course, eventually, one toe out of the line and your enemies accumulate. "She sounded disgusted, but Legolas hadn't the faintest idea what she was talking about. Alhana paused for a moment, then continued. "Yes, of course they would send a spy. But what is the use? Sometimes I wonder, what is point of it all..." She trailed off, staring into the distance.

Legolas stood awkwardly in silence, not quite knowing what to say. Her next question was completely unexpected.

"So will you accompany me?"

Legolas started. "But-"

Alhana cut him off. "Well, you've come this far, it's a shame you should head back. After all, I just gave you a prefect opportunity to continue with your spying." Her voice dripped sarcasm.

Legolas flushed slightly. He wasn't that used to tracking dark elves, but that didn't mean she had to imply that his spying skills were terrible. "I'm not spying on you."

"Well, you're not stalking, are you?" Alhana smirked slightly and vaulted onto her horse. "My next stop is Rivendell. Will you follow?" She indicated a second horse next to her.

Legolas eyes widened. "Rivendell?"

"Yes, I know I am not welcome there." Alhana looked long-suffering. "But I have some business I have to attend to."

Legolas pondered for a moment, then concluded that the only way to find out what this 'business' was was to follow her.

"I will go with you." He immediately strode past her and mounted the horse.

For the first time he had seen, Alhana smiled. "Glad to see you being so cooperative. But you wouldn't mind waiting for a moment, will you? A friend is currently at a nearby tavern and I wish to pay him a visit." She then rode off, leaving Legolas wondering how she knew exactly where this friend of hers was.

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"You idiot!"

Anthrios felt someone slam his head unexpectedly against the bar top. He uttered a cry of shock and pain but found himself pinned, open to any coming attack.

"Do you realize what you almost did? Do you have any idea what's you've done?!"

With a start, Anthrios recognized his sister's voice. He shook her hands off his head and straightened up. "What in the damned abyss are you talking about?" he demanded.

Alhana's eyes narrowed. "You shall not speak of the Portal here. You should know very well that it is usually better for us keep our enemies guessing, to succeed through deception." Her voice was so low and soft that Anthrios had to strain his ears to listen. "Why do I have a feeling that you're leading up to something?" he muttered.

"This!" Alhana waved a dagger dangerously close to his face. He immediately recognized the dagger as his own, the one he had thrown at the Rivendell elf. "This is what I am leading up to. What, for all that is sacred and holy, WERE YOU THINKING?" her voice suddenly erupted in a furious yell that caused several customers so watch them curiously.

Anthrios winced. "The elf is smarter than we expected. I did not want to risk-"

"Correction. The elf is smarter than you expected. That was always your downfall. Underestimation of your enemies and overestimation of yourself." Alhana stepped aside and slammed the dagger into the bar top. The barmaid cried out in alarm and started towards them, but quickly retreated to the other end of the room at Alhana's glare.

Oh? And what about you? Anthrios scowled. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with everything. If you had killed that elf, it would mean I would have to enter Rivendell with a risk. It would mean that I would have to buy time. It would mean that I would have to find someone else who trusted me even vaguely. It would mean that Rivendell and the White Wizard might still be standing for the years to come." Alhana's voice had turned soft, yet menacing, yet again. "Fortunately you were never a good shot with a thrown dagger. Always better with stabs in the back, aren't you?" A sly smile flitted across Alhana's lips.

Anthrios finally realized what she meant. "The elf. You need him. He is the key."

"That's right."

"And the White Wizard...you want me to..."

Alhana's smile widened. "Yes. I want you to assassinate Gandalf the White. Do not fail me again."

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Alhana is being so mean! (Beats her on head) Sorry, but that is part of the plot. She'll be less mean in the later chapters or sequel, I promise.

My problem is that I have no consistent reviewers, apart from Tpfan333 and Raea. (sob)