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Chapter 3

"That stubborn, willful, obstinate, intractable little elfling!" Tolúviel muttered, angrily.

"Dear sister, they mean the same thing!" Ohtar grinned. She glared at him.

"Would you stop grinning! Legolas could die out there!" She growled. Fallaner tapped his brother on the shoulder.

"She's right, you know."

"Oh for the love of the Valar! Of course I'm right! But for some reason, the orcs haven't attacked any of the patrols yet."

"Maybe they got scared of us," the twins suggested. Tolúviel groaned. She could not believe her brothers! They act like elflings sometimes!

"I do not think the orcs are scared of us," she sighed. "It's strange, maybe we should tell father."

"Uh, didn't father say that there was a lot of orc activity in the south?" Fallaner asked. His sister didn't reply for a second, then-

"Do you think it's true? That father really hates Legolas?" she asked.

"We don't know!" the twins said.

"Because would father lie just to get him out of the palace?" They shook their heads. No way would their father do anything like that. Would he?

Legolas climbed into his bed, thinking about tomorrow. Don't worry; it's just a simple patrol to the south. Shaking his head, he arranged his pillows and fell asleep.

Legolas mounted his white stallion, Hyarmenë and rode towards the gate. There he met up with the rest of his patrol.

"Legolas?" a voice startled him from behind. He turned to see his twin brothers. "May the Valar protect you." He nodded and turned to his patrol.

"We ride south!" And after he had said that he turned his horse and began to trot south. Ohtar gulped. He hoped his brother will return safely.

Thranduil looked as his son rode from the gates until his elven eyes could see him no more. He sighed. He had begun to regret all the things he had said to him yesterday. He really had no reason to hate him so, but every time he looked upon his youngest, it reminded him of his wife, staring open-eyed at him, dead.

Shaking his head, he turned back to the scrolls and tried to concentrate, but something nagged at his mind, like some kind of warning, but he shook it off.

I can't concentrate, I shall do this later. He thought as he put his pen down and headed towards the dining room.

Legolas frowned, as he watched around their camp. They were already deep down in the south, but there had been no sign of orcs. Strange he thought didn't father say there was a lot of orc activity? It was indeed strange, for they were closing in on Dol Goldur and there had been no sign of goblin or orcs, alike.

He was so deep in thought; he hadn't sensed the spiders approach until it was too late. A black blur rushed towards him.

Alarmed, he yelped, and the elves woke up, one saw the spiders and yelled, "Ambush! Spiders!"

The spider took a swipe at the prince before it fell from Legolas's knife. Blood poured from the wound, but he took no notice of it as another spider leapt at him. What he did not notice however, was another spider behind him, ready to strike…

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