Disclaimer: Well, we're back in business now. This chapter contains answers to questions about Mirkwood that some reviewers were asking about, so there you go guys! I own Ransilon, Corriduil and Danuinel, as well as the mysterious Elf that we don't know much about yet. Thanks for everyone's support during the time that my computer was down.

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Chapter 12

It felt so good to have the Sun shining directly onto his skin again. Legolas stood outside on the balcony, his hands resting on the handrail. Estel stood not very far away, anxious about the health of his friend. It had taken the two friends almost ten minutes to make it outside, even though the balcony was adjoining Legolas' room.

The Sun was shining and there was a slight breeze which played with the golden hair of the prince. Strands of hair blew into his face and he brushed them aside with a slender hand.

Enjoying the atmosphere immensely, Legolas did not wish to return to the bedroom even though his strength was waning. He did not want Estel to worry unnecessarily about his state.

"Legolas, are you all right?" Estel asked, moving closer to the Elf. He placed his strong hand on the prince's shoulder in silent assurance. "We can go back inside if you would like."

"I would rather stay here. Never would I choose indoors when I could be outside enjoying the day. But I fear that if I stay out here any longer, I will not be able to hold myself upright." Legolas said, turning towards his best friend, who smiled. Estel was happy that the Elf was able to admit when he needed help or to rest.

"Let us then return to the chamber. Ada would kill us if he found out that you had collapsed." The two friends laughed at Estel's statement. And it was, indeed, the truth. Both could imagine the lectures they would have received had that happened, and neither wanted to face that. With that, Estel put his arm around the thin shoulders of Legolas, and led him back indoors.

They took it slowly and with little steps so as not to tire the prince unnecessarily. In a few minutes, Legolas was sitting atop the bed, leaning against the pillows. His breath was slightly faster than normal but it calmed after a while.

Mirkwood

The Throne Room was buzzing. Royal Advisors and members of the court were there, and in the midst of everything, Corriduil sat. On the large wooden, but intricately carved throne he sat, watching and enjoying everything.

I always knew that I'd enjoy being a king. Now that Thranduil and his brat are off the scene, everything in this realm is mine. There is no one who can take this moment away from me now. He thought to himself while outwardly smiling.

"Is there anything I can do for you, my lord?" Ransilon asked. A Royal Advisor himself, he was slightly annoyed by the fact the Corriduil had gained the Throne but was also suspicious about the extremely sudden deaths of the two family members.

"I think not, at the moment, though I thank you for your concern." The new King replied waving the Advisor away with his hand.

Over at the other side of the room, however, stood another Elf. One of blonde hair and dark eyes, he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched silently as the proceedings went on but never did he say anything, nor did he join in. After a good hour, the Elf left the room for the stables. A stable hand helped to saddle a horse for the Elf and watched as he rode off into the distance.

This Elf did not know exactly where he was going but had a good idea of where to start looking. The trees passed him by in a blur as he rode quickly past them. The animals of the forest darted out of the way of the stallion and hid until the danger had passed.

Rivendell

In a room in the Last Homely House, Lord Elrond sat and composed a letter. The room was clad in a dark wood but let in a lot of the natural light during the day, brightening the whole room.

The parchment lay spread out in front of him and the quill had been recently dipped in the ink before being wiped of the excess. The Elven Lord did not know how to start the letter. It was to be addressed to King Thranduil of Mirkwood, telling him of the health of his son.

Dear King Thranduil,

I am writing to inform you about the health of your son, Prince Legolas. He arrived in Rivendell only two weeks ago and was suffering the effects of the Eighth Night poison. Defying the odds, he survived and is doing well with the exception of some side effects.

He has been left with seizures, which I am hopeful will only be temporary and not affect his life in a major way. There are also frequent headaches that respond well to treatment with painkilling herbs. I am hopeful that he will return to full health in the next week or so as he is already moving around with the help of Estel.

I hope that you are not suffering too greatly with the number of Orcs that are travelling around.

Yours sincerely,

Lord Elrond Peredhil

The Elven Lord sealed the letter with a drop of wax and gave it to a passing Elf as he made his way back to Legolas' chambers. The corridors were quiet at this time of the day, his twin sons were chatting with Danuinel and the cooks were preparing the evening meal.

"Ah, Legolas." Elrond said as he entered the room. Estel sat at the end of the bed, talking to the prince. "How are you feeling after your venture outside with Estel?"

"It was very enjoyable, thank you." Legolas replied, smiling at Elrond. His strength was building back up now after sitting down for a while.

"I have written a letter to your father, explaining the events of the past few weeks." Elrond went on to say. Legolas nodded his understanding. "He shall hopefully receive it in the next few days. It does not mean that he will be travelling here, it was just to let him know of your condition."

TBC

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