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Chapter 10

A.N- I got a review saying I ruined a perfect beginning with a Mary-Sue… I don't know what a Mary-Sue is and whatever it is, is my story a "Mary-Sue"?

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Thranduil stood in shock. My kingdom or my son, I can't give up either. "What am I and my kingdom supposed to do after you take over, if that is my choice?" he asked shakily. All the soldiers looked up at him in disbelief. Would he really give up his kingdom for his son?

The orc sneered. "You will serve under us and under the Lord of Mordor. Half of you will be at Mordor and the other half will stay here under my command. Be careful with your decision, oh mighty king, your son's life is at stake here." He put more pressure onto the blade against Legolas's throat. "I will give you 2 hours to think about it, in the meantime, if any of my soldiers fall, your son will pay the price and then we will strike your kingdom."

Thranduil abruptly walked back into his throne room. Ohtar and Fallaner joining him a bit later, and his advisors also came.

"My lord?" they asked, anxiously. "Your choice?"

"Give me more time," Thranduil hissed angrily. "If it were you, your son and your kingdom, which would you give, knowing the consequences?"

The advisors which had sons looked down, knowing they would give up the kingdom for their son's safety. The others, however, looked back at their king.

"Adar?" Fallaner asked. "What are your thoughts?" Ohtar looked at his father and was glad he was not in his position.

"2 hours is not enough time for the Rivendell army to come, by now, they are probably half way, there is not enough time," Thranduil said angrily. "I don't want my son to die, nor do I want my kingdom serving the Eye of Mordor."

"My lord," one of his advisors spoke up cautiously. "It is one life, while we are many, would you give up thousands of lives for one?"

"How do you know we'll die?" Ohtar growled, angrily.

"It is Mordor, my lord, where the eye dwells; there are thousands of orcs who would not care if one elf dies. We will slowly die by their hands, or we will be put to wars against people we love in Rivendell or Lorien," the advisor explained. "You know the orcs, if we do not obey them and fight, then we will be put to death, either way, we die."

"He is my brother," Ohtar hissed. "I will not watch him die by the orcs like my mother did." Fallaner nodded his agreement.

"Then you would rather watch us suffer by the orcs, the hated ones that killed your mother, in a land full of evil and hatred?" the advisor asked. Ohtar and Fallaner glared at the advisor.

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Calanon had long left his horse and told it to make it's way back to Lorien, for he could feel evil everywhere. He gave the horse a letter to his wife before he set out to the palace on foot.

He neared the kingdom, and gasped softly. There are thousands of orcs here right by the gates. He quickly hid behind one of the trees. Why isn't anybody attacking? He quietly climbed the tree and gazed down, having a better view of the whole scenario.

At the front of the whole troop of orcs stood one – no two figures. One is a big orc- obviously the leader- the other was an … elf!

Concentrating more on the elf, Calanon tried to recognize him, but it was hard because of all the blood covering the elf's face, but not long after, Calanon recognized him.

Legolas! What is he doing with the orcs? Calanon panicked, when he suddenly knew why. They must have bribed Father with Legolas. It is only reasonable, him being a prince and all.

Calanon cautiously jumped from tree to tree, hoping to find an entrance so he could enter the palace without any of the orcs noticing.

Finally! The northern entrance! The orcs were only covering ¾ of the grounds around the palace. Without any hesitation, Calanon ran towards the entrance and entered the palace.

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"Adar!" A voice penetrated Thranduil's train of thought. He looked up to see Calanon entering the throne room.

"Calanon!" he cried. "You have come safely into the palace! How!"

"The orcs are only covering ¾ of the grounds around the palace. The northern entrance is open," Calanon quickly explained. "Why's Legolas with the orcs! Is he captured? Is he alright? How…what happened!"

"Calm down, Calanon," Fallaner said. "We really hope he is alright, we are not sure for he has been unconscious the whole time, and it seems the orcs have the upper hand in this war."

"Why?" Calanon asked, still very anxious about his little brother.

"Father has to give his kingdom to the orcs or Legolas will die. We have another one and a half hour until Father has to give his decision, if he chooses Legolas over his Kingdom then half of us will go to Mordor to serve the Dark Lord while the rest of us will stay here and serve the lead orc," Ohtar explained.

Calanon sat down on a chair, thinking it over. "What are your thoughts now?"

Fallaner and Ohtar looked at him sadly. "Father is thinking of having Legolas…die," Fallaner said quietly. Calanon stood up, quickly. He turned to his father.

"Are you serious!" he yelled. "Does this have anything to do about mother's death! He is your son! You can't just give him up!"

"Calanon!" Ohtar and Fallaner jumped and restrained their brother from strangling his father.

"Please, Calanon, listen," Thranduil said, tears already falling from his eyes. "I cannot be selfish and choose my son, please understand. I love him as much as you do, but it's one life, we will surely die in their hands. Do you want all our lives in exchange for one that won't last long? For Legolas will die soon after."

"You don't show much love for him!" Calanon snarled. "He's never home, when I was in Mirkwood, I only get to see him once or twice a month! You want to know why? It's because you always send him out on the dangerous patrols, and right after he's home, you send him on another one! Right now, he's out there, possibly dying, because you had to give him another mission!"

Thranduil just sat there, staring at the floor, while his son yelled at him. When Calanon finally stopped, Thranduil looked up. "You think I don't know that!" he cried. "I know it's my fault he's out there! I know it's my fault that he's never home! And it'll be my fault when he dies! It's my responsibility Calanon as a king, to ensure the safety of my kingdom; I cannot just give my whole kingdom for the sake of one life!"

"You talk of the responsibility of a king, what about the responsibility of a father!" Calanon argued. "You have never shown any love for him at all, after mother died, you totally ignored him, did you not know that he, too loved his mother, that he too blamed himself for her death because you told him it was his fault!"

Thranduil looked away. "I did, Calanon, and I am so very sorry for what I did, I hope you and your sibling will forgive me, especially Legolas, but this choice is not totally mine, it is my kingdoms as well, and I'm sure no elf will want to serve the Dark Lord."

"I'm sure Legolas doesn't want to die either!" Calanon hissed.

"Calanon," Ohtar whispered. "I don't want to seem to be on father's side, but I don't think Legolas would want everyone to be in Mordor because of him, I think he would rather die."

Calanon turned and glared at his twin brothers. "So now you're on his side too? You don't care if our brother dies?"

"Of course we care!" Fallaner said, half crying. "We don't want this, Valar, he's my brother as well, and we all care for him a lot, but we can't have all the elves dying because of him."

Calanon was getting frustrated, really frustrated. He turned to kick his chair and he had tears streaming down his face. "Legolas has been through enough, don't you think? First the death of his mother and then a thousand years or so of anger, hatred and blame for it!"

"I'm sorry, Calanon," Thranduil whispered, tears falling down his face, as he stood up and walked towards the balcony facing the south. "Our time is almost up; I need to give my answer."

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