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Title: Legolas's True Love?

Author: Insane Elven Rock Baby

Summary: Aragorn is dead and Arwen travels to Mirkwood to find confide in Legolas. Will Legolas and Arwen fall in love or let each other get away?

A/N: I GRADUATED! FINALLY! I am Salutatorian of the Class of 2004! I got six awards at the Ceremony! I'm going to HSMSE! I almost tripped going up to receive an award but nobody saw!! ... Ahem. Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this chapter. I'm losing touch on this story, so if you have any ideas, PLEASE let me know. Thanks.

(Ok, I realize that many things in my story to not coincide with the original writings of Tolkien, but, hey, it's FICTION. Anyway, I started this chapter a while ago, so I am currently in high school. Man, does it suck. Anyway, I'm writing to blow off some steam. And I apologize about removing review answers and Will Leaves Elizabeth for You, but the site removed it and threatened to do the same to the rest of my stories...)

Legolas awoke. He was tied to a horse, surrounded by hundreds of orcs. When Legolas had been captured there were not many orcs in the group, but as they continued to travel orcs from surrounding areas joined in the capture of Legolas.

Legolas looked around. I've been here before, he thought. Legolas's eyes continued to wander. Finally, they fell upon the Castle of Mirkwood. Legolas was shocked. Why have they captured me, only to bring me back to the castle? Although, he was still quite far away from the castle, Legolas could see Elrond standing beneath the arch, looking down at him. However, the orcs could not see this without the keen sense of Elven eyes.

Elrond stood beneath the Grand Arch that led to the castle entrance. Looking down he could see the orcs' prisoner. Indeed, it was King Legolas. Elrond could see that he was confused and did not know what to do. He was surrounded by hundreds of orcs and any attempt to escape would surely result in death.

Elrond sighed and turned away. He retreated back to the castle. He needed to think of what to do. What to do to save the elf that had captured his daughter's heart.

Three days had passed. The orcs had been torturing Legolas, trying to force him to give up his throne to the orc leader. However, Legolas had been quite defiant, angering the orcs and their leader.

Meanwhile, Elrond has sent an elf down to the castle walls to try to negotiate the release of Legolas (the orcs had camped just outside the castle walls). So far, the effort had been useless. The orcs were not willing to compromise and were now threatening to kill Legolas and storm the castle if their demands were not met. Elves were becoming panicked, those that inhabited Mirkwood along with those who lived in other kingdoms. They believed that if one of the strongest Elven kingdoms could fall into the hands of orcs, then the rest of Middle Earth would surely fall.

Arwen was also worried about Legolas's safety. After receiving the news from Mirkwood, she quickly packed a few things and set off to Mirkwood along with a few of Gondor's best protectors. Elrond had told her not to travel alone; he worried that she would also be kidnapped by a group of orcs.

Arwen traveled swiftly and alone. She had no time to waste and could not afford to be burdened down be fellow riders. She rode throughout the night, willing herself not to stop or sleep.

About a day later, Arwen arrived. Well, almost. As Arwen was approaching the Castle of Mirkwood, she was ambushed by a small group of orcs. But, as small as it was, Arwen was no match and she, too, became a prisoner of the orcs.

Hours later, news the reached the castle of Arwen's capture. The elves were hysterically. No one could believe it. First, the King of Mirkwood, then, the Queen of Gondor. Elrond, too, was in shock. The one person he thought could help him in this situation, taken in an instant.

And for a moment, time seemed to have stopped. To Elrond, only his daughter and her absence seemed to exist. Everything else faded away.

Then suddenly, everything was back to normal. People were moving about, speaking quickly and deciding on what to do and when to do it.

Elrond quickly joined in the confusion and havoc. He stopped a passerby and told him to find a negotiator and the other Elven leaders as fast as he could. The elf sped off, concerned about the tone of the King's voice and the fact that time was running out. The orcs had sent word that if the demands were not met by nightfall, both the king and queen would be executed.

Arwen was thrown roughly into a tent, but landed on something soft. And when she hit whatever it was that she it, it grunted slightly and tried to shake her off. Arwen tried to get off it as quickly as possible, but both her hands and feet were bound.

Finally Arwen was able to sit down properly. And whoever it was that she had been thrown on top of, sat up as well. Now Legolas and Arwen came face to face.

"Arwen," he whispered, not believing his eyes. Arwen merely stared back, not sure if it was a dream. "Arwen," he asked again. Arwen nodded, tears beginning to stream from her eyes.

"I hoped it wasn't true," Arwen breathed. Legolas opened his mouth to answer, but paused, fully taking in the sight of Arwen.

Arwen looked away from him, ashamed for being caught of guard and captured, even while knowing that they orcs were in the surrounding area. Legolas changed his mind and said nothing. Instead he lay down on his side. Arwen watched at him with sad eyes and lay down next to him.

They lay in the fading light and silence until...

"What do they want in return," Elrond asked the elf who had been negotiating the release of the king and queen.

"The leader says that he will release the King of Mirkwood and Queen of Gondor, if they relinquish their seats on the throne and allow the orcs to take over the land," the elf told him.

"He cannot assume that they will just give up their power as though it were nothing," Elrond responded in rage.

"He says they will if they expected to keep their lives," answered the elf quietly.

Suddenly there was a great commotion. An orc had been eavesdropping on Elrond and the negotiator's conversation. After learning that the king and queen would most probably not give up their rights to the throne, he had tried to return to the camp the orcs had set up.

"What do we do," asked the orc who had just barely escaped from the Elven palace.

"We kill them," responded the orc leader in a deep, scratchy voice. "Get the rest ready for battle. The second those arrows touch their Elven skins, we'll be swarmed."

"Yes, sir," answered the orc, scurrying off.

Legolas and Arwen lay in the darkness until there was a soft, sharp noise. Two arrows had been shot through the tent, killing both Legolas and Arwen. However, they were not killed instantly.

Arwen looked up, gazing deep into Legolas' eyes.

"I love you," she whispered.

"Amin mella lle," Legolas answered with his last breath. He shut his eyes and fell forward, onto Arwen. Arwen lay there, with Legolas on top of her, staring at the ceiling of the tent until finally her soul had been taken from her.

A/N: Ok, sorry if that was a bad ending and if there were a lot of grammar mistakes and if there is a lot of incorrect information, but this is FICTION. Anyway, oh my gosh, I love and hate this high school... Oh, and I love your ipod, Drew. But it's probably only because we, or at least me, both love the Beatles. Heck yeah, they ROCK! – Rock Baby

10/22/04