Lovely reviews! Once again they brighten up my day! Gah! I have just realised I'm in prep, and I HAVE NOT SENT MYSELF ANY FIC TO WRITE!

Anyway,

Shidoslovr: He is arrogant isn't he. And stubborn. Very Stubborn!

Astalder27: I made someone panic! Someone did the OMGOMG thing to my fics! Yay! …Is that good?

MCross: No its not good, but you see theres only one person he is really ready to tell, Thranduil. And he's not talking to him at the moment.

Anyway, let's get back to the fic!

Chapter 11

The ride to Mirkwood had again proved uneventful, with no orcs blocking his path Legolas had barely stopped, but his horse he knew, needed to rest. They had not stopped since Rivendell, so the Prince led the horse into a small copse and let his horse drink from the stream that flowed there. He slumped to the ground then, realising how exhausted he was, he had not slept in days, and this was starting to take its toll. He felt his eyelids grow heavy, but the serenity soon made him drift off…

Men surrounding him, laughing as he tried to climb to his feet, but pushing him over whenever he almost made it, he wore nothing, and blood was slick upon his thighs, then another man came forward and held him down. Legolas' screams echoed through the clearing

Legolas shot awake, reaching for his bow, but he was alone. The men were not there, a dream, just a dream he thought relieved. But Sannyn's eyes still bore into him, even though the man was dead. Shuddering Legolas rose, not wanting to sleep and climbed onto his horse

But a voice behind him stopped him leaving; he looked behind him and came face to face with a group of orcs, led by none other than the orc who knew him, the one he had escaped from twice…

"Well, well, well, we meet again, Prince Legolas…" the orc snarled

"I guess so" Legolas said, fitting an arrow to his bow. The orcs came at him swiftly, and he felt his horse rear and then he lay on his back, the orcs surrounding him.

"You're coming to Dol Guldur!" the orc laughed "Then we can have some fun with you"

Legolas panicked and leapt to his feet, but he was vastly outnumbered. "You will not take me!" he snapped, preparing to die than to let the orcs take him away, to a place he would never escape from, where the tortures would be endless, where he would possibly be turned into one of the race he despised the most, and then, they would destroy Mirkwood, while it was weak, In mourning for the Prince's death.

He could not let that happen. He pulled out his long knives and prepared to fight to the death, even to cut his own throat with the knife. An arrow pierced his shoulder and he cried out, bringing his knife up thinking himself lost. But the chance never arose. Instead the orcs scattered as a large black bear entered the clearing. Legolas at first was terrified, and drew his knives to attack the bear, but he then realised the bear's true identity.

"Beorn!" he exclaimed as the bear morphed back into a human "It has been too long"

"Prince Legolas!" Beorn embraced the elf, pinning his arms to his side, almost preventing the elf from breathing. When he released Legolas the elf had to spend a few minutes ensuring he didn't have ay cracked ribs, which was possible occurrence. The man surely did not know his own strength.

"How are you?" Legolas then asked the giant of a man

"I am fine, but you, I cannot say that for you. What is wrong young Legolas?"

Legolas chuckled at the idea of the man calling him 'young' when in fact he was older than the man could ever dream of being.

"I am fine…my Father, I think he dies"

Beorn frowned "You must tell me more. I know you wish to hurry off. But I can't let you, At least, not in that state."

Legolas reluctantly nodded, and let Beorn lead him back to his home.

Beorn sat beside Legolas as the healer tended to Legolas' wounds, his nimble fingers treating Legolas wound as Legolas told Beorn all that had happened between him and his Father. The man listened in silence all the way through, and when Legolas had finished, he sighed "Your Father is a strong man, he will be fine"

"But I can't help but feel…"

"It isn't your fault. Do not blame your self" Beorn said, handing him a honey cake. Which Legolas greedily bit into, Beorn left him for a moment, and when he returned had more of the delicious cakes and Legolas' weapons "Your horse is a clever one, she's waiting outside"

Legolas mounted his horse and looked down at Beorn "Thank you" he said with a smile and rode off towards the Anduin, beyond which lay Mirkwood and his home. He prayed he would not be too late. He had crossed the Anduin later that night and now rode full speed through Mirkwood, bent low on the back of his horse to avoid any contact with low hanging branches. Thoughts of everything had left his mind; all that remained was the thought of his Father, who could already be dead. Despite Beorn's assurances, Legolas still felt that it was partially his fault that his Father was dying…or already dead. He sent a quick prayer to Elbereth, praying he was not too late, and praying for her to keep his journey from here easy. Mirkwood passed in a flash as he rode beneath the tree's stopping only once and that was when he heard Tirinvo's voice from behind him…

"Tirinvo!" the captain rode up beside the Prince and embraced him "How is my Father"

The captain glanced at Legolas as they began to ride quickly through the forest once more.

"I have not seen him in days. His door is locked, he is not eating. He is losing himself in grief. Legolas, I do not know if…"

Legolas was pale, "We have to hurry" he knew his Father could be dead. And it would be his fault, he had never got the chance to forgive his Father, or take back those words which he hadn't meant

Hurry, ion-nin

The words appeared in his mind, and he knew it was his Mother who had placed them there. He rode with more speed then, disappearing from the Captain's side…

When eventually he arrived at the Halls, he leapt of his horse and left her to the stable hands. He then ran and scaled the tree that grew outside his Father's study, and there he leapt onto the balcony and ran through the double doors, and then stopped dead…

Thranduil was slumped in a chair, unmoving, his appearance dishevelled, his eyes tightly shut.

TBC…

Still not sure where the part with Beorn came from!

But still.

I'M GOING TO RUN AWAY NOW!

(that wasn't a nice cliffie was it?)