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Chapter 9

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"Look, the little elf has woken up," an orc sneered. Legolas turned, the moment he saw the creature, he wanted to kill, but there was no reason to. Why do I want to kill him? He thought. What has these creatures done?

"What are you?" he asked, confused. "Why am I tied up? I didn't do anything bad, right?"

The orcs looked shocked, but then one by one, they grinned, their horribly mutated faces scrunching up to a horrible smile. Legolas shuddered; he didn't like the looks of that.

"Looks like the little elf has forgotten," the tallest one, possibly the leader sneered. "This is going our way."

"What do you want?" Legolas asked a bit frightened.

"I'll make a deal with you," the leader smirked. "You will obey us, and we will tell you your past."

"If you really do know my past, then at least tell me what my name is," Legolas said, not believing the orcs.

"That is part of your past, you must obey us and when we are done with our assignment is done, we will tell you your past," the orc growled.

"How do I know I can trust you?" he demanded. He didn't like them, their scent was evil.

"You have no choice, we are your only hope, unless you don't want to know your past…" the lead orc trailed off.

Legolas glared at him, he had a humungous urge to strangle them, but why? He searched his brain for answers, but one again, he found none.

I have no choice he thought, so he nodded. "What do I do?"

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Thranduil looked on south, tears streaming from his face. He could now see the army of the orcs, and they will be at the palace gates in a matter of hours. They will pay He thought angrily they will pay dearly for killing my son.

"Father," Tolúviel said, grief still in her voice and it will be there for a long time. "The soldiers are prepared. Do you not think we should ask Lord Elrond for help?"

"There is no need," Thranduil said, his voice quivering. "By the time he arrives, the war would be over."

"But he could heal the wounded," Tolúviel said. "He will be a great help to Mirkwood and to her king." Thranduil turned and looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"Father, all of us are grieving for Legolas," Tolúviel said. Her voice cracked as she said the name. "We need all the help we can."

"I will write a letter," Thranduil said. "But Tolúviel, go to the caverns with those who cannot fight nor heal."

"Yes, father," Tolúviel bowed and left the room, shakily. The grief was still heavy on the royal family.

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Ohtar and Fallaner stood behind the third floor wall, their eyes staring straight out at the massive orc army. They stood beside each other, their hands tightly on their bows, their eyes cold and unfeeling.

I will avenge my brother's death Fallaner thought The orcs will not have any mercy, never! They took my mother and now my brother, they will pay.

No orcs will live to see the next week Ohtar vowed They will all die.

"My lords, the orcs will arrive in an hour," Landion said.

The twins nodded. The war would be on soon.

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"You want me to stand still," Legolas said, suspiciously.

"Do not struggle," one of the smaller orcs said. Legolas stood absolutely still, but still very suspiciously.

"Perfect." The orc raised the club and smashed it to the side of the elf's head.

Legolas instantly blacked out, for the second time.

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"Bows ready," Thranduil's voice boomed to all the soldiers. In unison all the elves raised their bows and took aim.

"I wouldn't do that, my king," the biggest orc, who was leading the massive orc army, sneered.

"And why not?" the king snarled. The orc leader motioned one of his arms and the small orc brought an elf to view. Thranduil gasped. Ohtar and Fallaner nearly dropped their bows.

"Legolas?" they whispered in shock. He wasn't dead!

"If one of your warriors kill one of mine, this one dies immediately," the lead orc sneered. He brought his knife up, pulled Legolas' head backwards revealing his throat, and he pressed the knife against the elf's throat. "This one's your son is he not?"

"And how do I know it is?" Thranduil snarled, but his voice was getting weaker with doubt.

"Not all elves have the royal sign," the orc said. Turning Legolas slightly, it revealed the royal sign. With his superior vision, Thranduil saw it and so did his sons, who were by now burning with anger.

"Then how do I know he is not dead?" Thranduil yelled in frustration and anger.

"He breathes," the orc said. "If you do not believe me then go ahead kill my soldiers and I will slit his throat, if he is dead, then it shouldn't matter, but if he is alive…"

"What do you want?" Thranduil seethed in frustration and worry for his son.

"I will give you your son back," the orc smirked. "In exchange for your kingdom."

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