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Chaper Eleven

Legolas fought the line of orcs, trying to make his way to Fonia, but the orcs kept on coming. One of the bigger orcs made his way past Legolas towards Fonia. Legolas tried with all his might to get over to her, but he was too late. Her blades were knocked out of her hands, and the orc stabbed her in the chest. A great wave of power swept over everything, killing all the orcs and knocking down all the other elves. Legolas quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed to Fonia's side. He ook hold of her hand and gently squeezed it. Fonia lightly held his hand as well.

"Just hang on, Fonia. You'll be okay," Legolas assured her, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.

"Legolas...I...I'm...sorry..." Her voice faded, and she quietly coughed. A trail of blood trickled down the corner of her mouth. Fonia's eyes closed, and her hand in his grew limp.

Legolas shook his head in disbelief. "No," he whispered, tears falling from his blood-flecked face. "NOOOO!"

Legolas's eyes quickly flew open, his body covered in a cold sweat. "It was just a dream," he thought to himself as he climbed out of bed. He slowly pulled on his pants and a clean tunic, and walked over to the armor laid out on a chair. He only used the armor when war was abroad, and, of course, when he was a part of the fellowship. After he had all his armor pulled on, he strapped on his twin blades and his quiver, and slung his bow over his shoulder. He packed a few of his possessions and put them into his saddlebag that was laid out for him. He was about to leave his room, when he remembered the one thing he couldn't leave behind. He grabbed a small box from his bedside table, and went out quickly to the barn.

"Legolas, what in Valar's name do you think you are doing?" roared Thranduil.

"I'm doing my duty, milord," Legolas commented, walking straight past his father and into his horse's stall. He readied his horse with saddle, bridle, and armor as his father continued on.

"Your duty lies here in Mirkwood and to me," Thranduil yelled at his son.

"My duty lies to myself and to what I deem worthy," Legolas replied, securing the saddle bag onto his horse.

"Your duty is to the throne and finding a suitable wife," Thranduil growled, turning a light shade of red.

"And what if I've already found the elleth I wish to wed?" Legolas asked his father, leading his horse out of its stall and outside where other elves were gathering.

"If you have found the one, then why are you throwing away your lie here?" Legolas stopped at this question.

He took a deep breath. "I'm doing it to protect her." At this, Thranduil stormed off, leaving his son alone. He walked his horse in a circle, stopped it, and tightened the cinch. He heard hoof beats and light footsteps approaching him from behind. Legolas slowly turned around and came to face Fonia and Cydrim. Fonia was clad in armor, as was her horse.

"I accept your offer of protection and friendship during our time in the elven army." Fonia offered Legolas her hand, and Legolas gladly shook it.

A hand clapped Fonia on her shoulder, and she quickly spun around, letting go of Legolas's hand.

"Oh Ada," Fonia whispered, throwing her arms around her father's neck. "I'm going to miss you."

"I will miss you as well," whispered Elrond. He let go of his youngest daughter, and Arwen took his place. Her face was red and swollen from tears long shed. Arwen took her sister's hand and gently squeezed it.

"I know you are probably expecting me to cry and beg you not to go, but that would do no good. I will ask you to stay safe so you can come home safely." The sisters hugged, and then stepped away from each other. Aragorn, Elladan, and Elrohir were next. They all looked sternly at her.

"I will miss you all," Fonia said, looking at each of them in turn.

"What do you mean?" Elladan and Elrohir asked in unison.

"We're coming with you," Aragorn told her. Legolas sighed.

Fonia rolled her eyes at them, and turned to tighten the cinch on Cydrim.

"Is that the thanks we get for coming along to protect you?" asked Elrohir.

Fonia whirled around at that comment. "What? Does the Valar refuse to let me go anywhere on my own? Valar forbid I actually defend myself!" Fonia jumped onto the back of Cydrim and disappeared into the crowd.

"Is there something wrong, Milady?" asked a regal looking elf who sat upon an armored horse. His hair was done up in warrior braids on the sides of his head, and his golden her flowed silkily down his back. His eyes were concerned for her.

"Oh, it's nothing really. My brothers are just being prats." Fonia gasped, and covered her mouth as if she had said something fowl.

"Let me guess. You're related to Elladan and Elrohir." The elf smiled at her.

"How did you ever guess?" she asked sarcastically.

"You're brothers have traveled through Lothlorien many times. They are well-known, and you look much like them."

"Thank you," Fonia said sarcastically, and nudged Cydrim in the sides and began leaving the elf.

"Wait! I'm sorry if I have offended you in any way."

"It's okay. I just wish they'd give me some space."

"Milord, you are need over here!"

"I must go. It was nice talking to you." The elf began moving away from her, when she remembered something.

"Before you go, what's your name?" she shouted after him.

"Haldir of the woods of Lothlorien. And yours?"

"Fonia of Rivendell." Haldir smiled back at her, and then disappeared into the crowd of soldiers.

Fonia sighed.

"Milady, are you alright?" She turned around on her horse to see Legolas.

"What do you want?" she asked, nudging Cydrim in the sides.

Legolas looked a little hurt. "I know you are upset that Elladan and Elrohir are coming, but you don't need to get angry with Aragorn."

"Look, I'm sorry, but I just wish they'd give me some space."

Legolas rode over closer to Fonia and put a hand on her shoulder.

"I know, Fonia, I know," he said quietly.

"I'll talk to them," Fonia decided, turning Cydrim around.

"I'll be waiting for you," Legolas called lightly.

Fonia nodded her head. She just hoped her brothers wouldn't take what she was going to say the wrong way.

A/N: Hey all. Do you want me to send you out personal email alerts whenever I update??? It was just an idea I had, and I could put in a preview of the chaper. Anyways, I've got to get going. Hope you liked the chapter!!!

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