A/N: I would like to say thank you to the reviewers that have reviewed my story, and one of them is one that used to always review it when I originally put it up in March.
Ymmas Sirron: Happy New Year's to you as well. I didn't think that any of my old reviewers would review, but I was wrong. I am SO sorry that I took so long, and I am so glad that you like the story. I hope you feel the same about the rest.
Elven Kitty: I am so happy that you feel that way about the story. I didn't even know that my story held suspense. I hope you will like the rest, and feel the same way about the rest of it. Oh, and my friend wants to know what 'Elenmeoi' means, and so do I. I have never heard of that word. Is it elvish?
Arvodowen: Aw, my heart is torn to pieces. I promise not to hurt him too badly.
Kestrel of Valinor: Really? Is it now? Well, then I guess I should update soon. Don't die on me now. I have worked to hard to lose someone now.
Well, here is the next chapter…
Legolas looked around uneasily. The sunlight lit the room with a soft hue to it, but it did not ease the troubles of his dream. The dark green curtains blew around in the soft breeze that came through the opened window. The many portraits of his family, and ancient worriers were hung on his wall, but that did not tell him were Aragorn was.
His eyes rested on the concerned face of his ranger friend. Legolas resisted the urge to jump out of bed and throw his arms around his friend, but then he thought about how it was only a dream; more like a nightmare.
"Legolas, what's the matter? Was it a bad dream or was someone trying to kill you in your sleep?" Elladan asked, a little bit of sarcasm in his voice.
"No, if he was sleeping, how would he know someone was trying to kill him?" Elrohir asked, looking at his brother with great amusement.
Thranduil shot them both a glare to silence their rambling. They immediately shut their mouths. Everyone put their focus back on the frightened elf in front of them.
"Legolas, what happened?" Aragorn asked with concern. "Why do you want me?"
Legolas put on the best smile he could muster, which wasn't very good; it was more of a nervous smirk. Nonetheless, he tried his best to remain calm.
"I'm fine, no need to be worried. It was just a bad dream." Legolas said, trying to keep his voice from cracking.
The concerned faces turned to relief, but Aragorn couldn't help thinking that there was something wrong.
"Are you sure? Because you know, you could tell us anything." Aragorn said, trying to urge his friend further. But Legolas just smiled and nodded. Thranduil lightly kissed his son on the forehead.
"If you say so, my son. Just get some rest, you still look tired." Thranduil looked at his son, then at the sons of Elrond. "And that means that everyone has to leave."
All three of them moaned and groaned in protest.
"No, and I mean it. Legolas, you can leave tomorrow to go to Rivendell, but I want you back in at least three months, four at the most."
Legolas perked up at that, and he forgot about his nightmare for the time being.
"Now, to sleep." And with that said, he got up and pushed everybody out of the room.
Legolas smiles a sincere smile, and closed his dark blue eyes. He would have so much fun.
But as soon as he drifted off to sleep, the same dream came back to him, but worse. Much worse.
A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated, but I went to my friend's house for a couple of days, and she doesn't have the Internet. Sorry again. Hope you like. And sorry it was a little short, but I had to do something that would tell what happened when he woke up, and I don't want to have too much going on at once. Now, wait until the next chapter. Mwahahahaha!