Disclaimer- Again most characters in here are mine, except the setting, Thranduil, Legolas (noooooo!) and the Misty Mountains, though I don't know why anyone would care really.

Author's Note- Yup, another chappie! I am doing a massive writing session cause I don't have a writer's block anymore. Yayyyyyyyyyyyy! (Sorry, I don't know who took a hold of me there.)

And on with the show………

Sartarian threw open the door and stalked in. Caldarian and Eldran groaned, wondering what the evil elf wanted this time.

Another session of taunting them about their dead brother probably. To their surprise, and that of Thranduil's, Sartarian was followed by his guards carrying a prisoner between them. He glanced at them evilly.

"Thought you might like another companion after all these years." All three glanced at the evil elf wondering what had put him into such a strange mood. They watched warily as the cruel elf had the guards put shackles around the prisoner's ankles.

"Well," Sartarian said, looking inordinately pleased with himself, "I'll just leave you to it then," before glancing at Legolas' form.

Legolas scowled back at the elf.

"One of these days, you will find yourself begging for mercy by my hands, and I will send you back down to meet Morgoth, your father." Thranduil, Calarian and Eldran all held their breaths knowing what would happen if one antagonised Sartarian.

Sartarian just glared back into Legolas' eyes.

"If I were in your position, elfling," he said with a nasty spit, "I wouldn't go making threats like those. In case you have been blind to your surroundings, you are currently residing in a very damp dungeon, whereby you are shackled to said dungeon," he added with a touch of humour.

"No really?" said Legolas sarcastically, "Who would've guessed?" Sartarian glared at Legolas again before deciding to leave the dungeon in case he became too provoked.

Legolas sighed to himself, noticing that Sartarian hadn't talked of his heritage to the other prisoners. Deciding that he would follow his example, he wouldn't give his real name to the others.

Calarian and Eldran were also rather wary of this stranger. Thranduil was not so sure. Something drew him to this elf rather like how he was drawn to his surviving sons.

He decided that it was merely because this elf was around the same age that Legolas would be. Sighing to himself, he walked as best he could over to the new prisoner.

"What's your name?" he said cautiously. Legolas' head shot up, shocked. After a brief period of silence he said, "Caldran."

Calarian and Eldran glanced at each other. That was what their mother had called them together when she didn't want to yell out both of their names.

This elf was a very strange enigma and they felt that they wanted to sort this out as soon as possible.

"Caldran?" Eldran queried. "Strange."

"Why?" Legolas asked with dread.

"Well, that is the name that my mother called both my brother and me."

"You still have your brother?" Legolas asked. He gasped at the look of pain that flickered across all three faces.

"Yes, but Sartarian murdered my younger brother when he was a mere 15 year old elfling."

"I'm sorry," Legolas said, "Sartarian murdered my whole family. My mother was already dead, but he killed my father and my brothers as well."

Thranduil felt his heart crush with sympathy for this elf. He looked over his shoulder at his sons and saw that they felt the same way as well. Turning his attention back to Caldran, he asked, "So how old are you then?"

Legolas glanced back at him before staring at the floor wondering if he should release such information.

Deciding that it might gain him more allies against Sartarian, he said, "I'm 101. Quite young I know but I can cope by myself. I lost my adoptive parents when I was 35, so I have been on my own for quite a bit though I was taken in by a ranger for a while. I'm a warrior. That's all I really know how to be."

The two elder brothers perked up at this but said, "Our brother would have been the same age as you if he were still alive. We had hoped that he would have been a warrior. He had the soul of one and was so in tune with nature. We used to be warriors before we were thrown in here. We fear that if we ever got out, we wouldn't remember one end of a sword from another."

Legolas looked back at them before the door to the dungeon opened slowly.