I'm back ladies, after a rather eventful time concerning this story you see my computer crashed and all its memory was lost including this story. Luckily, somehow we retrieved its files and put it onto a new hard drive so hopefully, I wont have problems yet………so that would explain my long update by my apologies will be made up for, no doubt by a long update!

Yes, as you can see, things are rapidly progressing now and hopefully you guys can see where my story clicks in with Tolkien's with my twist to it. Probably hit the halfway mark now so hold on!

Austin B – yes, the war of the ring is here…….

Xymi Angel Ghost – just try and be nice to Gollum works……(pats Gollum on the head.)

Green EyedElf goddess – Hulk smash! Just wait till later!

Sadly I don't owe anything to do with Tolkien or Peter Jackson's work.

Servant Rule Number 21:- When your service ends with your master, depart on good terms for you never know if you require his future employment.

"Isil!" cried a voice, Isil halted in her actions of dusting a desk in Legolas' room and she turned to see Cleborn with a troubled face, his usual impeccable attire was mangled from what looked to be a scrabble and the scratches cross his face confirmed it.

Legolas quickly joined him, his hair mussed up and he sported a cut lip.

It had been three weeks since the outburst between Legolas and Sana and in that time, the kingdom have been peaceful, too peaceful. Like the silence before a storm, confirmed Legolas who was anxious over the strange absence of orcs and spiders.

"What is it?" Isil looked over both elves as they eyed her, "We got a problem." Cleborn spoke first.

"I can see that." Isil rose an eyebrow and Legolas looked sheepishly down at his appearance that right now, have distorted his princely appearance.

"It's Gollum, as you know we've been taking him out to the trees on your recommendation that he might enjoy the fresh air, except this time he climbed the highest branches that not even Legolas can reach and he wont come down." Cleborn informed her.

"We thought, since he likes you, you could perhaps encourage him down?" Legolas pointed out the main reason why they have seek her out.

"Come on. Lets see what I can do." Isil walked out with the elves, their pace was one that was hurried and Cleborn stated that his cries could attract the orcs that were looking for him and hence, placing the kingdom under direct attack.

They lead her out to the palace grounds near the barracks where a lone tree stood a way off from the cluster of trees that was the forest. Isil looked up the giant branches, the leaves a gold colour as it was autumn and its bark was silver, though it was a beautiful specimen of a tree that grew in abundance in the area, Gollum's mournful wails were the one thing that made her look up at him. She saw like a cat clutching the branch for its dear life was Gollum, an un-shapely blob against the stark white, cloudy sky that threatened rain.

"How do I get him down?" Isil exclaimed, scanning the vast height from sky to ground that she would have to climb.

"Call him down." Legolas asked and she walked up to the tree trunk and called, "Gollum?"

At the sound of her voice, his wailing stopped and he peered down to see Isil looking up at him.

"Master?" He rasped and Isil smiled, "Come down Gollum, you must be getting cold."

"Us don't feel no cold." Gollum retorted with a hiss that made Isil curse.

"Orcs are nearby and you don't want them to get you do you?" She tried another approach.

This time, Gollum lowed himself out of sight into the leafiest branches. "Nearby?" was his hiss and Isil nodded.

With a whimper he scampered down to the lowest branch and looked around with fright, "We don't like nasty orcs."

"Then come down and we can keep you safe." Isil smiled.

There was a disturbance in the foliage nearby, making the dozen or so archers round the base of the tree aim an arrow in the direction. The pounding of feet on soft ground set Isil's heart racing and Legolas wide eyes narrowed as he looked to see what it was.

"Orcs!" he hissed and Isil blanched, Gollum leapt down and clutched her shoulders as he hide behind her.

"Isil, run to the palace and raise the alarm. Take Gollum with you." Legolas whispered, she turned and gripped Gollum's hand, they both started to run back in the general direction of the palace, her heart thumping wildly and her adrenaline pulsing through her veins so quickly, she felt she would fall under her own fear.

From behind her came the roars and snarls of the orcs as they burst through the tree lines…..orcs don't act like these do they? Instead of bandy legged creatures ran tall fighting warriors with crude weapons that made her scream with horror as she saw one vile creature lifted his weapon and swipe the elf to the ground where he moved no more.

Legolas!

Her eyes sought him out whilst she ran, his blonde hair singled him out as he fired arrow after arrow but he spotted her and started running towards her, yelling at her to run and not look back.

How could she?

Her eyes riveted to him as he ducked a thrust of a sword and stabbed the creature that narrowly threatened his life. The clang and shrill of battle was mingled with growls and screams and Gollum, temporarily forgotten yanked painfully on her arm, "RUN!".

Isil saw that several of these lean creatures spotted her with Gollum and started running towards her, bellowing threats of what they would do to her once they caught her and she ran, Gollum yanking on her arm all the way as he ran alongside her, some times on his legs but mostly on all fours.

"Stop them!" cried a voice in the most hideous voice that made Isil's spine shudder, in front of her were three creatures, eyes narrows, noses flaring and teeth bared as they ran towards her, like a rabbit, she wheeled on her legs and turned sharply into the thicket where the bushes grew closer together, the sounds of those vile creatures rummaging behind her forcing her to run faster.

Tears ran down her face for too many reasons to think of and her lungs were burning, the adrenaline in her body was only giving her so much energy to run and she could feel her knees starting to buckle under her own weight as Gollum shrieked beside her.

Then suddenly from her right sprang a creature that grabbed her hair, forcing her to her knees as the tall creature grappled with Gollum as he hissed, kicked and fought the many hands that tried to grab him. Someone kicked Isil in the stomach, forcing her to curl up in a ball on top of Gollum as he wailed and screamed. A cruel hand grabbed the back of her throat and pulled her to her feet, a slap stung her cheek as somewhere through the blur of her tears and pain, Gollum was caught.

"We got him boys!" the creature growled and like an unwanted plaything, Isil was thrown to one side where her back came crashing into a tree trunk and caused her skull to smack it and blacken out. The last thing that echoed in her ears were the throbbing beat of many dark feet up pure, elven ground and the wailing cry of Gollum, calling her name as he was carried away under his captors.

"Isil!" Cleborn yelled, his voice carrying over the wind that gently swept the autumn leaves off their branches. He looked over at Legolas who was frantically looking on his right, he never seen the prince so worried before but then, Isil was never involved.

His heart beat wildly as his mind whirled with the many dark thoughts that could have befallen Isil. He seen the victims left behind of the orcs and Uruk Hai and his eyes almost threatened to water with the pain of seeing the same thing happen to Isil.

"Isil!" came Legolas's exclamation as he ran off, apparently spotting something, Cleborn too took off after the prince and he saw that Isil was slumped against a tree where it looks she was attacked and thrown aside.

She was conscious and was wincing as she rubbed the back of her head when Legolas reached her, her sobs greeted his ears as he watched the maid thrown her arms round Legolas's neck and buried her face in his shoulders.

"They took him! Gollum, I tried Legolas……." She sobbed and Legolas soothed her, whispering her many words that Cleborn couldn't hear.

"I'll be with the rest of the men, Thranduil is sending out the guards." Cleborn informed Legolas who looked over his shoulder and nodded, turning his back upon the pair, he walked back deeply relieved that nothing have befallen Isil but also deeply appalled by the means of the attack and the many left injured or dead.

"Valar! I thought I lost you!" Legolas whispered as he pressed a kiss to her brow and wiped a tear away, his eyes fell upon the ugly scratch marks upon her face where a bastard Uruk have slapped her. His anger dangerously boiled but then was reduced to a simmering heat when Isil wrapped her arms round his neck and murmured, "Take me home."

He complied, lifting her in his arms and headed back to where he left his men, there were now guards patrolling the area as healers saved those they could and those they couldn't were placed in a burial shroud and lifted onto a cart with their fallen colleges.

"Prince Legolas! Your steed's here." Called a guard and Legolas walked over and lowered Isil to her feet. "How many dead?" he asked.

"Seven out of sixteen. We never had a chance milord." The guard sombrely replied, Legolas uttered a prayer and mounted, "I must report this to Thranduil, immediate actions must take place."

His white stallion neighed and pawed its hooves, its nostrils flaring at the scent of the evil creatures that stained the very air they walked in, and the spilt blood of the elves that laid less than ten feet away.

"Isil, come." Legolas reached down a hand to Isil who tore her eyes from the cart which seemed to hold more dead by the second. She was pulled up to sit in front of Legolas as he urged his horse to walk on, the backs of her thighs firmly against his that swayed to the motion of the horse's gait.

She couldn't stop shuddering, her skin feeling too small for her body as it vibrated against her will with fear and adrenaline that hasn't faded. Thought Legolas's touch brought relief, partly because he was alive and she seen how close he came to death, but the horror of that one attack was one that was going to leave a mark upon her soul.

If one ambush was like this, she couldn't imagine what it was like upon the battlefield that Legolas fought with her watching on. It all seems so different when you're in the middle of things. Her heart thudded loudly with nerves when her mind turned to the thought that what if a greater attack was to come.

Could she stand before whatever dared threatened her life, home and kingdom?

She doubt it as her current state was one that enable her to even reply to Legolas's questions of concern.

"Come on, lets get you inside." Legolas softly said as he dismounted and helped her down from his horse, he half carried her to Thranduil's room as her legs refused to co-operate and he yelled for a healer to be brought.

The palace was a-sound with frantic shouts, echoing whispers and the music of war as soldiers prepared for battle if one came.

"I heard what happened, are you both alright?" Thranduil stalked over from his meeting with high officials and helped Isil seat herself in a chair. He scowled at the bleeding scratches upon her fair skin and stood aside to allow a healer to give Isil a draught of potion and clean up the wound.

"Seven of my men have been slaughtered in an attack I believed was focused on the kidnap of Gollum. They have been successful despite Isil's efforts to hinder their mission for she tried to outrun them with Gollum in her safe keeping." Legolas looked at his father as he informed him of what happened.

"And I failed." Isil whispered miserably, defeat tasting bitter to her tongue.

"We all failed Isil, it wasn't the fault of one man alone….yet it wasn't really our faults. Such an attack was unforeseen." Legolas replied softly, his hand wiped a tear from her face and he smiled, trying to convey to her she did the right thing.

"Scouts bring the latest message that the orcs have returned from where they came, and there looks to be no further signs of trouble but I will double sentry tonight and for the next few weeks. It looks to me you'll be going to Lord Elrond bearing bad news." Thranduil frowned, his youthful face marred by the stress this day have brought him and Isil could only wished this day never dawned.

"Lets get you to your room where you can rest and same to you Legolas, I don't need you for the moment." Thranduil smiled at both of them, Legolas raised an eyebrow at the words his father said, clearly not trusting that his son was well from the illness that struck him down weeks ago.

"I wont be long though, there are matters that will concern me." He responded, watching his father sigh then nod, reluctant that his son was right.

"Before you go, there are a few things I need to speak to you about concerning our guards….." Thranduil interrupted his explanation to Legolas to call a maid over to escort Isil down to her room, she parted from Legolas with a worried glance and heard his voice through the bond they shared.

I will find you soon, do not worry my love.

Tears slowly trickled down her cheeks as she stared at the dying sun that dared set on that ugly day which left a scar upon Mirkwood. Each tear were for the dark moment that occurred earlier that day but her heart grieved for the news that echoed in the kingdom, Legolas was to leave to the dwellings of Rivendell to attend a council the following morning. His news he bares will be one of the darkest nature and one of uttermost importance.

He would be away for a month or more due to the dark sightings between here and the two elven dwellings of Middle Earth. Times of now were dark and she could see no hope.

"There's always hope." Came a voice behind her and she closed her eyes, her fingers reached out behind her to feel his own intertwine in a tender touch. She should have known he would hear what she was thinking but grief made her forget to close their bond for a moment of privacy.

She felt his body move against hers as their spirits called and beckoned each other, taking solace in each others presence. His chest against the curve of her back as one arm slid round her waist as his lips whispered to her his love that would never diminish.

"One night Legolas, all we have is one night until the next you return to me." Isil said, her voice wavered with the many emotions that assailed her and Legolas bowed his head, his eyes turned from her face but she knew he felt the same.

"Then let make it a night to remember." Legoals replied, he looked up at her and she saw that his eyes regain a fraction of that sparkle that made Legolas the elf he was.

They walked the quiet palace grounds, taking care to evade the guards that patrolled vigorously, the divine, mystic light of the moon replaced the dead sun that died the night. The grass turned into a sea of silver strands, all dancing to the wind, as it whipped up the aroma of flora and its mother earth that held all so dear to her skin.

The palace streams and fountains turned to molten metal that ran with its tinkling song, that provided many a ballad within the elven king's halls. Swift, night birds that live for the night dived across the waters, silhouetted against the bejewelled waters that were unrivalled with nature's truest gems that were that star's reflections.

Tree's leaves rattled in the autumn wind, their leaves of too many a hue in the light of day were now all a washed with the silver-blue light of the moon, as Legolas lead her upon a path that looked to be over grown.

He lead her to a small pavilion where upon its stage was a single daybed that allowed lovers to sit and watch, whisper and love, laugh and dream for many hours. It was curtained by courtesy of the willows with its long leafy strands and the tall bushes that bared autumn flowers of a sweetest nature and fragrance.

They sat side by side, his arm around her shoulder as they looked upon their clasped hands that laid in Legolas's lap. They watched as Legolas's thumb brushed over her own in a small, calming motion that made her smile, his eyes reflected the humour as he looked at her face and framed it with his fingers.

He memorised her, every curve, angle and shadow that made up her face, his eyes looked over every part of her beauty, from those soft pink lips that reminded him of rose petals, to the hypnotising depths of her grey eyes that were stormed over in emotions he knew she barely kept to herself. And then back to her lips, aware that his body moved closer to hers as his face lowered to claim her in an embrace he wished would never end.

She tilted herself back till he was lying upon her as she reclined on the day bed, the teasing weight of him made her nerves tingle with anticipation but she knew it was to be a slow wooing. The change in the inhaling of his breath told her he was aroused as his tongue fought for conquest over her own.

"Valar! I love you." He breathed, his fingers cupping her cheek as he drew back and looked wondrously at her.

"And I, you." She smiled as she watched his fingers tug at the fastenings of his tunic.

She, expertly due to the many times she helped dress him for royal appointments.

And undressed him for personal gain, undid his fastenings and slid the tunic from his chest, the moon a washing his torso with its divine light, the light of his aura made him too beautiful to look upon as Isil feel his cool, satiny skin, her fingers felt the deep furrows of the base of his neck, the slight rise of where his nipples were, the hard ribs against his skin and the subtle ridges that aligned his stomach where solid muscle was toned after many a days work.

He in turn loosened the ties of her bodice and pulled her dress down to expose a creamy shoulder that he couldn't resist kissing. The heated swirl of his tongue against her cool skin startled her which then turned into a gasp when his teeth nipped her skin behind her ears. She felt the tug on her dress and shrugged out of it, leaving her in her thin, under gown that held a weave like a spider's web.

She shuddered when she felt the cool contact of his hands through the material, timid at first but encouraged by her gasps of ecstasy, his actions grew bolder, feeling her breasts through the flimsy garment as he kissed her, somewhat aware that her ever nimble fingers were pulling off his belt that slackened his breeches.

The clatter of the buckle hitting the floor confirmed this and he closed his eyes when her hand cupped the arousal he tried to hide from her to no avail.

He heard from his throat a small mew when her fingers dipped beneath the band of his breeches to stroke his member and he undressed her with shaky fingers, trying to control his wanton act as she so innocently touched and caressed him. His arms raised as he allowed his hips to move against her hand, biting his lip to keep from braying like some animal as her fingers tugged his breeches from his hips till they were lying naked against each other.

His fingers seek and found those secret places that unlocked overwhelming sensations that made her squirm and shudder as her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders as all she could do was hold on. His mind brought memories, the hollow of her neck was one weak spot, her naval was another and he acted on it till her body vibrated and thrilled under his own and he knew she was ready.

He felt her fea close to his, the sensation all so thrilling as he moved against her, his hand guiding him in as she groaned, her body a-tuned to so many sensations than she thought possible.

They moved as one, hips flushed against each other as their eyes held, two separate minds rising to one place where their fea and bodies shared and they were one.

A strangled cry erupted from Legolas's lips as he pushed home deeper, and the tempo grew and grew till he was flying. They felt their fea's rise and soar, dancing on some wind till they exploded into a million sensations, punctuated by their cries.

The aftermaths was almost as dazzling as the dance itself, Legolas slumped upon Isil who ran her fingers through his slightly damp hair, feeling his heated breath cool, their senses heightened, they could see a million miles, smell a million things and feel the million sense hairs on each other's skin.

"I love you." Isil said, her eyes looking up at the ceiling of the pavilion, her fingers deep in his scalp as she felt him sigh. He pushed himself up on his arms to look down at her beautiful and smiled, "I love you Isil, more than anything."

He saw a crystal tear ran down her cheek and he wiped it away, he didn't ask what was wrong, he knew but he laid himself down next to her and kissed her, allowing her to take comfort in his presence as her fingers touched him, her lips seek him and her body worshipped him.

Isil looked from the canopy above Legolas's bed to the prince himself.

He was lying on his back, his eyes glazed over in sleep as she watched him like she been doing all through the night. Her heart feared that she would forget his every beautiful detail and flaw but her mind forced that notion away, her eyes watching the rise and fall of his bare chest and the way his hair was haloed on the pillow, startling white in the early dawn that ruined Isil's day.

He stirred, rolling onto his side, his fea seeking her out even in sleep, his eyes closed as he slipped into light dreams that told Isil he would be waking soon. Somewhere she heard the call of a horn, signalling the rotation of the sentry that guarded the palace and she knew he would have to rise in a while.

She blew directly upon his ear, the cool air causing him to shiver and stir as she whispered his name, he sighed and spoke, not opening his eyes, "I wish this day never dawns."

"Me too, but the sun is rising and the horn is calling the guards to wake and therefore so must you." Isil's fingers stroked his cheek as he opened his eyes almost reluctantly and drew her close. They remained that way for a while till the horn of the second watch blew and Legolas rose, he padded naked to the bathing room and drew a bath, Isil declining his offer to join him as she rose and pulled on her clothes.

She stared at the bed they laid in, her nose filled with the faint scent of Legolas' aroma mingled with the musk of sex and she pulled the sheets off the bed and tied them in a bundle to be washed, her mind seeking anything that would make her forget Legolas's inevitable departure but nothing worked, not even lighting a new fire, a chore she hated most made her take her mind off it.

Succumbing, she walked into the bathroom to see Legolas bending over with a towel in his hands as he dried his hair. A smile tugged her lips to see his badly mussed up hair that flew in all directions as he coyly grinned. He handed her a hair brush and seated himself, she picked up his long, damp tresses and combed them gently, the motion soothing Legolas as she saw by his reflection he had his eyes closed. By the time she finished, his hair felt like soft threads of the finest silks awaiting to be woven into a beautiful garment. He rose, kissed her and took the clothes she handed him, getting changed before her, knowing that she wanted to watch him at his most intimate for one last time.

He let her button up his tunic, tie his wrist guards and attach his weapons to his back, aware that he could feel her emotions brewing, anger mingling with sorrow, worry stirred up with pride as she attached his cloak. He watched her pick up the small box from the mantle place that held the necklace of his deceased mother and he took it from her.

"Nay, for once, I wont wear it." He said, his fingers picking up the fine chain and unclasping it, he put it round Isil's neck.

"Wear it for me till I come back and you can return it with your love." He softly said, his fingers brushing the emerald leaf as his heart broke by the sight of those tears Isil fought to reign in.

"I will." She choked and Legolas pulled her into a tight embrace, whispering all the sentiments he could think off, telling her he'll be back soon and be strong.

A knock on the door pulled them apart and Legolas watched Isil hide the necklace beneath the neckline of her dress as the door opened to admit Cleborn who smiled, "We're ready for you after we eat."

"Thank you, who's accompanying me?" Legolas asked as he slipped a dagger into his boots and counted the arrows he had in his quiver.

"Myself, Feanil, Orasma, Jeslin and Murai like you asked." Cleborn replied and Legolas nodded, he picked up the pack he sorted yesterday and headed to the door then turned to face Isil, "I need to have a word with you before I go on some things I need you to do in my absence."

"I'll be here milord." Isil nodded, there was silent exchanged between them via their bond then he left, Isil staring at the doorway as her ears heard their footsteps fade away down the corridor. She had no time to weep as Keay and Arkle entered, giggling and laughing.

"Hey, why the long face?" Arkle asked, taking in the sight of Isil looking rather upset.

"Just something that Legolas said that brings me no comfort." Isil lied as she saw their faces sombre, "He leaves today doesn't he? I do hope he'll be fine." Keay spoke up.

"He'll be alright, he's Legolas after all." Arkle said and all three of them smiled at each other, that was true enough.

"Take care my son." Thranduil said as Legolas lead his horse out into the courtyard where a small farewell party gathered to see him off. He have already said his own, private farewell to Isil a moment ago, tears were shed and kisses of hope and promises exchanged and his eyes looked over to Isil, standing between Keay and Arkle who was waving like the fool he was.

"I will Ada." Legolas smiled as he let his father hug him, Cleborn smiled in amusement at the sight of his king so openly being affectionate and Legolas winked at him.

"Send me a message of the council and your welfare." Thranduil called out, sounding like some overbearing mother and even Isil cringed at that.

She watched Legolas mounted his horse that stomped its hooves in anticipation of a long journey, his aides that were travelling with him too mounted their rides and with a wave of farewell, rode out of the courtyard.

Isil watched him go and saw he turn in the saddle to watched her one last time then he was gone as the gate closed behind him. She could hear their bond vibrate as his voice echoed, the connection starting to loose its strength as the further he rode away.

I love you Isil.

I love you, be safe and return to me.

Then, like a string that been pulled too far, the connection snapped and their bond was broken. She felt truly alone and deserted, the absence of their bond was like loosing a limb and Isil's mind frantically called for him but to no avail. All she could do now was wait.