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This is a continuation of the story The Assassin by othrilis you don't really have to read it to understand the story but it would be good to as it provides most of the mood for this story. I am writing it with the permission of othrilis.

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It had been weeks since he had seen the outside world, day merged into night and he lost all track of time. The wounds he had received were healing but not as fast as they should for Elven kind. Legolas's spirit was dying, Elves were not meant to be caged like this. He had raged mentally in this cell at his father for doing this too him. He had now given up all hope of Thranduil letting him out, so he began to form his own escape plan.

He had it all figured out. It was now or never. The guard, as per usual, had come to pick up Legolas's empty food bowl and to give him his new one; this was the only time the door was ever opened. Legolas picked up the heavy stone bowl and made as though to pass it to the guard waiting just inside the entrance. Without warning he changed the direction of his arm and bought the bowl heavily down on the guard's head.

The guard fell to the floor groaning. Legolas followed the first blow with a quick punch to the jaw. This had the effect of knocking the elf out cold. Legolas had to act quickly; he pulled the key from the guard's belt, dragged him into the corner and covering him up with a blanket. That would buy him some more time to escape.

The armoury was a little down the long corridor to the left. It was situated close to an exit for accessibility; if there was a need for guards to get to arms quick they could just grab them and run outside. If only he could get there without been seen. Cautiously he walked down the gloomy corridor. When he came to the turning he peaked his head round the corner. There was no one.

Breathing a sigh of relief he began to walk down the corridor, when suddenly he heard voices not too far away. 'What should I do?' He began to panic. There was nowhere to hide in the bare corridor and he would not be able to get back to the corner or the armoury in time. He pulled up the collar of his shirt to hide some of his face and held his head downwards hoping that they would be too engrossed in their conversation to notice him fully.

He walked purposely down the hall hoping they would leave him alone; the voices drew closer and closer. 'It all might fail here. All my efforts may have been for nothing.' He walked closer to the wall to allow the others to pass. One curious glance was all they threw at him, then Legolas was completely forgotten by the pair.

After breathing a heavy sigh of relief, he then had to decide how to distract the Elf guarding the armory. He looked down at his hand and saw that he still carried the stone bowl he had struck the other guard with. He hurled it down the corridor until it smashed with a loud crash on the wall. Pressing himself against the cold stone he waited until the guard ran out to investigate the noise, then Legolas ran in and locked the door behind him with the stolen keys.

He quickly scanned the rows of bows and swords until he came upon what he was looking for. His own bow and quiver, the ones given to him by his father. They were in bad state. The beautiful gold patterning on the black varnished wood was broken and scuffed, the bowstring snapped in two. The leather quiver was scuffed and the strap missing. His eyes welled up looking at his favorite weapons; his father must have damaged them out of spite.

He looked around the room for spare parts. His bow string he could replace and the strap but the scuffs and the damaged gold inlay would need specialist work. He would see that he got it repaired when he had the money. He was finally ready to go. The guard had been hammering on the door for five minutes, someone would be coming to see what all the noise was about soon. Legolas opened the window and with his bow and quiver and a set of twin knives he left the place he had called home for thousands of years.

A hundred years past. Legolas spent it roaming around all the forests of middle earth, desiring to be left alone by everybody. His father had made many attempts to find him but he had managed to evade them all. The last 10 years he had given up trying and Legolas had lived in peace as a wandering nomad. Visiting far off places that he had never been seen before and having many adventures. Finally, he came to rest in the forests of Rivendell. Legolas had no intention of coming into contact with any of the inhabitants. He had strived too long to loose all contact with others, but along the borders he was safe from humans and other Elves; so they represented a temporary safe haven to Legolas.

Until one day when he was awoken to the sound of children at play. Vaguely annoyed at been roused that early he looked down to see who it was. There were two Elven youths not much older than himself and a young human child. 'What an odd trio.' The thought came to Legolas, and he resigned himself to a morning of watching over their games.

Hi everyone sorry for not updateing sooner. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!