Same disclaimer and all the stuff from the first chapter

A few weeks have passed

Legolas lightly rapped on his father's study door. He hoped that he wasn't too late – his father had commanded his children's presence for a serious meeting of some sort. Legolas concluded that it was probably dealing with the "human" situation as they had come to call it.

"Enter, Legolas" He heard his father reply. He slowly pushed the door open and meekly looked all his brother's clam gazes. With an apologetic smile towards his parents, he took his seat on the couch next to Cenulza.

"Now that Legolas has graced us with his presence – we will being our discussion. After talking at length with your mother, children, we have decided that it is in your best interest to stay within the borders of Mirkwood until these humans leave. Now – wait for me – before you protest, Simcha, listen to our reasoning." With a stern glance to each of his son's faces he began again, "As you know these humans are slavers, they will capture anyone, elf, man, or dwarf. I will not allow any of you four to be captured. And I refuse to allow the risk!"

Amid the moans and groans of "Adar!" and "That's not fair!" the elves began to quiet. After reviewing amongst themselves they all saw the logic of Thranduil's argument. None of the young elves had the desire to be captured, they all understood that once and elf was made a slave to humans – there is no return for the unfortunate elf.

As his sons got up and began to leave, Thranduil noticed that Legolas did not move from his location. His youngest son held a fore long look upon his face. With a quick glace at Rifcha, Thranduil patiently waited for his son to begin.

"Ada – I know that you have done this in our best interest but I do not understand how I can continue my archery practice with the other warriors. I need to train with the other's if I am to join Nhan's platoon." Legolas looked up longingly at his father.

"Ahhhch… Legolas, you understand that I am doing this in the best interest of our family. I do not mean to hinder you in your training. I am sure that the more local archery fields will be adequate for your training until the humans move. It is a consequence, though, that we all must accept."

"But Adar – I will not be accepted into the platoon unless I train with the others! It is necessary for me – please make this one exception! Seas…" Legolas, still young enough, drew out his best pouting look and bared his most pathetic face towards his father. Its effect on the elf king had the opposite. Thranduil saw Legolas' immature attitude, which he was using to try and get what he wants as a true indication to Legolas' immaturity.

"Legolas! When I say no – I mean no. You have just shown me that you are too young to follow your own father's orders! How are you expected to obey a platoon leader in battle if you cannot even follow your father's orders? You are too young to be even going out on your own. You will remain in the palace just like each of your brothers."

Just as Legolas was about to open his mouth and protest his father added a quick – "No Exceptions!" Now Legolas truly had a depressing look upon his face. With a pleading glance at his mother, Legolas began to realize there was no hope. He would never be accepted into Nhan's platoon. He would never finish his training as a boarder warrior!

With childish tears glistening in his crystal eyes, Legolas turned swiftly on his heels and flew out the door. With a deep sigh Thranduil turned and looked at his wife.

"You were not exactly sympathetic to his situation, Thranduil. You could have shown more support." Rifcha said softly

"You always support his side, I thought that we both agreed that it was unsafe for them to leave the castle, all of them."

"I still agree with you, my love. All I am saying is that you could have shown more sympathy to him – think about it. If you were that age then I doubt that you would have been very happy if your father made those kinds of restrictions."

"… You're right; I just don't think he realizes how dangerous slavers are. I will try and talk to him tonight. Don't worry love."

Legolas had stalked all the way to his room. Wiping furiously at the tears in his eyes, he swung his door open and slammed it shut behind him. He began to pace in front of his luxurious bed. His were feet carrying him swiftly over the green rug that lined most of his wooden floor. With a sign of defeat he flung himself onto his feather soft forest colored bed, he knew that he was acting childish but if they still refused to consider him as an adult then he could damn well act like a child if he wanted to.

Softly he curled over onto his side. Crawling gently underneath the covers he curled his fists underneath his chin and tilted his head towards the dying sunlight.

'You could always just leave…' the thought quickly entered his head. Suddenly he bolted up right. That was true. He would just leave. Just to go practice and be back before anyone had a chance to notice he was gone.

He swiftly sprung out of bed and paced around his room gathering his long practice bow and a quiver filled with narrowly sharpened training arrows. He quickly walked to his balcony and stole one glance back towards the comfort of his room. 'Remember that it is dangerous out there. Father ban us from leaving for a reason!' his brighter conscious fought for control over the young elf's actions before he left it all behind.

With a dashing grin and made his face marvel in beauty, Legolas leapt from the window into the nearest tree. Quickly and quietly he made his way through the forests within Mirkwood's boarders and traveled closer to the training fields. Small birds raced beside him as he dashed through the trees. He knew exactly where he was going and allowed his feet to naturally guide him to his location.

As he stepped into the clearing, he noticed calmly that the birds never followed him onto the field as they usually would and the forest had grown quiet. He swiftly trotted over about a 100 yards from the target. Raising the first arrow to his bow, he began his session of launching one arrow after another into the indented target.

After a while, Legolas' eyesight began to be impaired from the fading sunlight. With a disappointed sigh he put down the bow and walked to the target to remove his arrows. Suddenly a movement in the forest to the right of him stopped him about half way to the target. His bow lay useless behind him, and his arrows lay useless in front of him. It was a 50-yard dash to either weapon but neither would serve him well without the other. Laughing at his own unease, Legolas continued his walk towards his target. 'The animals are probably watching me shoot.' Legolas reasoned.

Then about 20 yards from the target, a human appeared from behind the tree the target was nailed to. Slowly more and more humans appeared in all the woods around him.

"Looky, looky! Looks likes we got us a pretty lil' elf slave." The man said in a gruff voice. Legolas quickly lowered himself into a defensive position – realizing that there was going to be no easy way out of this – if there was a way out of this at all. Quietly cursing his radical decision to come by himself, Legolas prepared to fight.

Ok – I am much better at writing torture cause that is what I enjoy more and I never put much thought into the beginning of my story… just the good stuff.

Thanks to my reviewer – as you ordered my lady