Wow, I really haven't updated in awhile, have I? Anyways, sorry about that, I just haven't found the time to update, and also I got a few flames that got me somewhat depressed. Here's what I have to say to you people who have nothing better to do then criticize others. Get the fucking hell of my case! If you don't like something then don't waste your precious time reviewing it. You shouldn't make other authors feel down about something that everyone else likes but you. And you people who complain about spelling can kiss my ass. It's not killing you so why the hell are you complaining about it. If it's in the form of constructive criticism then fine, that's just being nice. But you people who act like it's the end of the world need to get a life. So stop wasting my time and yours reviewing this story if you hate it so much, and get out of my life.

Yeah, I'm just a little pissed off today.

NOTE: For all you people who flamed me asking why Thranduil and Elrond would let their sons go on a camping trip when their at war, here's your answer. They're not at war. TGHEY'RE ON THE VERGE OF WAR NOW GET THE FUCKING HELL OFF MY CASE ABOUT IT!

Anyways, thanks to everyone who wrote me a nice review and wasn't an ass. Yes, I hate people who flame others and waste everyone's time.

Do not and never will own LOTR.

Dew Drops on a Sword

Chapter 15

Rescue Legolas

There was only darkness. It surrounded him like a cage and like chains, it held him down. He didn't know where he was or what was going on. The darkness wouldn't let him think. It made him feel as if he was suffocating when he could still breath.

"Legolas, child." That voice, it was so familiar. He had heard it before, but he couldn't place it.

"Legolas, child, wake up." The darkness began to disappear as the woman continued to call for him. Legolas smiled slightly when he felt the chains slip away and was able to breath again.

"Legolas, child, please wake up, or all of Middle-Earth is lost! Wake up child! Wake up before all is lost!" This time the voice was more demanding, but there was a sense of worry in it as well. No matter what happened, he knew that voice was there to guide him and he could not disobey it.

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"Where would you be going so late at night, Lady Galadriel?" Gandalf asked as he watched her take a horse from the stables and mount.

"They're in trouble." Gandalf didn't have to be told who "they" were. "We must go, or I fear Legolas will end up in the hands of the Dark Lord."

Gandalf nodded and quickly got another horse from the stables and followed Galadriel out of the woods. He had no idea what kind of trouble the three princes had gotten themselves into now, but he knew it was serious if the Lady Galadriel was going after them herself.

"My Lady!" Stopping the horses Gandalf saw that Haldir was standing in front of them.

Without missing a beat, Galadriel ordered for Haldir to come with them. The elf nodded and quickly mounted his own horse that was hidden in the surrounding woods.

Haldir looked questioningly at Gandalf as they continued to ride, but the Gray Wizard just shrugged. The only thing he knew was that the three princes were in trouble and Sauron was somehow involved.

Galadriel continued to lead them until they came to a spot where dead orcs lay everywhere. Lying close to the edge of a cliff were Elladan and Elrohir. The three immediately ran to the twins, though none of them liked the condition Elladan was in.

"What happened, Elrohir?" Galadriel demanded as she began to help the black haired elf try to stop the bleeding coming from his brother's head.

"We were attacked, Grandmother. I'm sorry. They got Legolas."

"Who did?" Gandalf asked softly but demanding as he looked at Elrohir's arm, which seemed to be broken in a few places.

"The Ringwraiths. They hit Elladan with a spell and rode off with Legolas." There was a stony silence that followed that until Elrohir spoke again. "Gandalf, Grandmother, he's hurt badly. He saved Elladan from an orc, but he got a sword through his stomach doing so."

Before anyone said anything else they heard a horse galloping their way. And soon, Elrond of Rivendell came into view.

"What happened?" he asked as he knelt down beside Elladan and started looking over his wounds.

"How'd you get here, Ada?" Elrohir asked in shock at seeing his father.

"I was coming to visit when I heard that Lady Galadriel had left with Gandalf and Haldir. So, to see what was going on, I followed," he answered without looking up. "And now answer my question. What happened?"

"Ringwraiths, ada. They took Legolas as well."

"Legolas? Of Mirkwood?"

"Yes, ada." 'Why is he speaking so coldly of him?' Elrohir thought. And then it hit him. 'Ada doesn't remember Legolas yet!' "Father, he's become our friend," Elrohir said somewhat softly, though there was a hint of pride in it as well.

"Do you expect me to be mad?"

"Just a little," Elrohir admitted truthfully.

"I have no problems with the Prince of Mirkwood. It's his father that bothers me."

"We should get these to back to Lothlorien," Galadriel said finally. Elrond nodded, but Elrohir protested.

"What about Legolas? He needs our help now!"

"I know he does little one. I never said we were going back with you. Haldir will take you back. Your father, Gandalf and myself will go after Legolas."

"But…"

"Don't argue, Elrohir. We'll go after Legolas, but you are going back to Lothlorien," Elrond said mounting his horse.

"What about Elladan?" Elrohir asked after awhile.

Elrond smiled sadly at his son's forlorn voice. "He'll be fine. He should be waking up an minute now." And as if being summoned they heard Elladan moan behind them.

"What happened?" he asked stupidly sitting up rubbing his head. He looked up and saw everyone there and only became even more confused.

"Come on," Elrohir said helping his brother to his feet. "I'll tell you on the way back."

"Go back to Lothlorien," Galadriel ordered before the she rode off with Elrond and Gandalf.

Elladan, Elrohir, and Haldir watched as they left. Once they were out of sight, Elrohir turned to his brother. "Do you think that was an order or a friendly suggestion?"

Elladan smiled evilly. "Why, of course it was only a friendly suggestion."

Haldir looked horrified. "No, that was an order. We're going to go back to Lothlorien and…" he stopped when he realized he was only talking to himself seeing as the twins had already mounted their horses and were riding after the three that had just left. "They'll be the death of me," he muttered to himself as he mounted his own horse and rode off after the twins.

OOOOO

Thranduil could feel it. His son was in danger. That's why he was here, wasn't it? He had ridden from Mirkwood and now, he was standing on a cliff overlooking a campsite. Unfortunately, the camp was full of orcs.

Thranduil began to think that he might have been wrong about Legolas being in danger, that was until the Ringwraiths entered the camp, carrying Legolas with them.

'Thranduil, come now,' he heard a soft voice in his mind. Knowing whom it was he reluctantly slipped away from the cliff and back to where he had left his horse. That was when he saw Galadriel, Gandalf and…Elrond. Thranduil growled softly but didn't do anything else. His son was in danger and he didn't want anything to happened to him.

Galadriel looked between the two, but knew they wouldn't do anything. There was too much to lose if they did. There was tension in the air, but she would rather have that than the two biting each other's heads off.

"How many orcs are there, Thranduil?" she asked, not wasting any time.

"About forty, no more than that."

"That makes it ten to one," Elrond sighed.

"The orcs aren't the problem. It will be the Wraiths that are," Gandalf said as he dismounted.

"We have to take out most of the orcs before the Ringwraiths know where we are then," Galadriel said.

"And that's why we're here to help!"

Turning around they saw a cheerful Elladan and Elrohir, and a very distressed Haldir. "I thought I ordered you to stay in Lothlorien," Galadriel said, though she seemed more pleased than angry.

"Oh, so it was an order. We thought you gave up a friendly suggestion. So sorry, Grandmother," Elrohir said, bowing his head in mock shame.

"Besides, Legolas is our friend. You don't think we were going to sit around and do nothing, do you?" Elladan asked, an evil smile on his face.

Galadriel smiled. "You know," she said to Elrond, "they remind me of another elf when he was younger."

"I wasn't like that."

"Yes, you were," Thranduil answered though he seemed to be amused by Elladan and Elrohir.

Elrond turned and glared at him but before he could say anything they heard one of the Ringwraiths cry out.

"Let's go," Gandalf said. They all nodded and spread out around the campsite, surrounding it. They were going to rescue Legolas, but it wouldn't be as simple as they planned. A far greater evil than the Wraiths was coming.