A/N: Sry about the wait. I've been conflicted. Well I'm currently working on Chapter 3 and trying to make it extra long for you people who have been waiting. Let me know what you think, and I also need some help with finding Elrond a 'mate' If you have any suggestions please tell me, I'm gunna try to put it in soon.

Legolas sat perched in a tree. Hiding was his intention, but
apparently he wasn't doing a good job of it. Approaching from the entrance to the gardens that lead from the family chambers was Elrohir.

"Penneth, come down to me."

Sighing, Legolas swung down in front of the elder elf, and looked down at his feet sullenly. A warm hand brushed some hair out of his eyes, and lifted his chin. Legolas looked him in the eyes. "I am always stuck here when Estel has to go off."

Elrohir brushed more of the young one's hair out of his eyes. "It has become too dangerous near the boundaries."

"And yet he still goes," Legolas ripped himself out of reach, "It is just as dangerous for him as it would be for me!"

"I know," Elrohir said sadly. Legolas stared at Elrohir in shock as tears settled in the older elf's eyes, but refused to fall. "Let us go. Your mother is waiting for you."

That day, Legolas continued his lessons like everyday. That day, Legolas and Arwen went out into the surrounding woods to collect herbs. That day, only one returned.

Aragorn was just about to leave his new hobbit friends in their new accommodations when he heard soft, hurried footsteps coming towards them. Obviously an elf, and by the slight clumsiness in the footfalls, it had to be Legolas.

Just as he had placed a name on the elf that was coming towards them, the blond came around the corner, and barreled into the ranger, sobbing. The elf's legs gave out, and he sank to the ground.

Aragorn tried to sooth him, as Legolas sobbed and tried to talk, but the sobs prevented the words from making sense. But, he knew. By Eru, did he know and wish that he never did. He ran his hand in soothing circles across the elf's back. He picked up the trembling elf, and carried him down the hall and out into the gardens. Under the same tree Legolas had occupied on that fateful day. "Ssh, Legolas, you
need to breathe."

"She is dead," He sobbed brokenly, "She was lying there in a pool of her own blood." Legolas clutched desperately onto Aragorn's shirt. "Her dress was torn. There were tear streaks upon her face. The pendent from her necklace had shattered."

Aragorn sat on a bench with the elf in his lap. He once again tried to sooth Legolas as he broke down into sobs once more. According to Elrond, Legolas had never before given his own account of things that had happened the day of the orc attack.

He sighed when he noticed that the sobs had subsided. Legolas was asleep. He glanced up and met the faces of three curious hobbits.

Legolas awoke upon the soft cushions of his own bed. He looked around groggily, wondering if he had just dreamt that Aragorn had returned. He turned onto his side and closed his eyes against the burn of tears that had settled in his eyes. He was startled when he felt a warm hand on his face.

He glanced up, and sat up in one fluid motion, and almost hit heads with Elladan. Legolas quickly looked down in shame of himself for becoming so weak, and had to blink back tears again when he found himself being enveloped into strong, caring arms. He felt the elder elf tremble, and found that he could no longer hold back his sobs from one of his dearest teachers. He sat there in Elladan's arms, clutching onto his tunic as if he would be swept away. Then, the door opened as quietly as it could, and Legolas reluctantly let go when Elladan pulled away from him. In his place sat Elrond, and he immediately started to check for illnesses. He checked for signs that Legolas had started to fade. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, and thanked the Valar that Legolas had not been so far gone in his grief.

"Are you hungry, penneth?" Elrond asked, but scowled when Legolas did not speak, but merely shook his head. "You should eat something. I do not recall the last you have unlocked your door. No one sees you at meals anymore. You have starved yourself so much, Legolas. Your ribs are almost completely visible!"

Legolas lowered his gaze. He knew many others were suffering. Right now he just wanted to waste away and die. He felt repulsed at himself. "I am sorry."

Surprised and saddened, Elrond softened his gaze and smoothed the younger elf's hair. "You have no reason to be sorry. We are just concerned. No one was closer to Arwen then you as her son. We want to help you get through this. There is more for you to learn in this lifetime."

Legolas looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"

Elrond glanced towards Elladan, and kept quiet until he had left. "I have foreseen the evil that is engulfing our world. Aragorn has brought a great menace to our land, and it is up for a revised Council to decide what the whole of Middle Earth is to partake in. No longer can elves alone decide the good of the world."

"There will be other races at the Council? Men and dwarves?"

Elrond smiled sadly at memories of Legolas's reclaimed thirst for knowledge. "Yes, young one, but that is not the important part to this discussion. If the council wills it, we will need to gather a company to take this evil where it can be destroyed. I have foreseen nine walkers. Two men, four hobbits, a dwarf, and . . . an elf."

"What are you saying?" Legolas asked, even though he slightly awaited and feared the answer that was to come.

"I will be sending you to represent the elves in this great deed. If the company succeeds in their task, you shall be known as the elf that walked against the nine Nazgul."

"I do not think I deserve the honor." Legolas sat and thought long and hard, but finally raised his head to meet that of the elven lord. "I will meet this task as best I can if it is the will of the council, but . . . you have only named eight."

Elrond chuckled, "You did not think that Mithrandir could pass up the opportunity? He will be coming along to give his own council when I will not be there to. He will be a guide as one who has traveled these lands and back again many times.

"Tonight will be a welcome feast for those who have arrived to give their own ideals. And, I know that Bilbo would like to introduce you to his nephew."

Legolas's eyes light up, "I can not wait to see him again, and now I really do regret my foolishness. I have not helped him with his tales in ages!"

"Do not fret, Legolas. No one thinks you foolish, and I know that Bilbo will be waiting to hear your talent with the piano once more."

A/N: Thanks for all that have reviewed. I really appreciate it. As posted above I really need some help with finding someone for Elrond. I'll actually try to post the 3rd chappie by the end of the night or tomorrow.