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Chapter 4

By the time Legolas sensed another being behind him, it was too late. A sharp searing pain flared across his left shoulder.

He finished off the spider quickly and pivoted to slash another across its chest as it jumped on him.

Turning, Legolas sheathed his blades and nocked his bow with an arrow and shot a spider that was overcoming a warrior and best friend, Beinion. Beinion nodded his head in thanks before pivoting to slash another.

Running towards the petrified stallions, Legolas took out his twin blades again and quickly blocked a spider's leg as it tried to overpower him. Pushing the spider off, he killed it quickly.

His horse, Hyarmenë neighed and kicked a spider off its feet. The horses started to panic and run around.

"Saes! Tampa!" Legolas exclaimed. No! Stop! The horses stayed their ground but they were still shaken.

"They're all dead," Idhrenion said. "We should get going soon."

"And we will," Legolas said.

"Before we go, though, we should tend the wounded," Beinion said, looking meaningfully at Legolas.

As the others settled down to either tending others or being tended to, Beinion sat down beside Legolas.

"Let's see your shoulder," he said. Legolas reluctantly rolled his tunic sleeve up. Beinion looked at the wound and shook his head. "Spider venom, you really need to be more careful."

Legolas snorted. "If I hadn't shot that spider, you would have been overcome by it; you need to be more careful too."

Beinion shook his head again and sighed. "What is the matter, anyways? You're never that inattentive."

The prince shrugged and winced as it moved his wounded shoulder. "It was just an argument with my father, I was just well-"

Beinion sighed. He took some bandages and water, as well as more herbs and began cleaning the wound. "Another argument? What is wrong? It seems like you're getting on the wrong side of your father these days."

"Well you know that I just came back from a patrol not so long ago," Legolas replied. "I wanted to stay longer before another patrol, so I tried talking to him," he winced. "It didn't go well."

Beinion shook his head. "Well the wound is bound, it should heal in a few days, don't aggravate it too much." Beinion helped his prince up. "Don't worry about your father, he's probably feeling guilty now, who wouldn't, saying all those horrible things-"

"You heard," Legolas stated. "I'm not that surprised, actually I wouldn't be surprised if the whole palace didn't hear us."

"I was looking for you, I thought you were wounded, because you usually come looking for me right after you come back," the raven haired elf said.

"I am sorry, I was tired, I fell asleep right away," the prince said, sheepishly.

"It is alright."

"Your highness?" Idhrenion came up from behind. "Everyone has been tended to, we should proceed." Legolas nodded.

"Let's go."

Thranduil sat up, and looked around. His bed was empty. His wife wasn't with him anymore. He shook his head. Another dream, nightmare about his wife, being carried back to him, dead. His son was hurried inside to be seen to by the healers.

He didn't want this; he needed to think more clearly. Maybe it was time to have Calanon come back. He wanted his eldest to come home, to help him with the councils every day, but Calanon had always been close with Legolas, it would anger him to know what happened.

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