Sighing Aragorn leaned heavily against the railing of his bedroom balcony gazing sadly out at his kingdom. Guilt lay deep in his heart and mind as he thought of his captured adopted daughter Shealyn.

A soft knock on the door caused him to look up as the door slowly opened.

"I came as quickly as I could melon nin." The soft melodic voice said.

A small smile appeared on the king's face as he welcomed Legolas warmly. "I am glad you have come. I know not what else to do."

"Do not worry Estel we will get her back." Legolas whispered placing a hand on his oldest friend's shoulder.

"They will never find her." Aragorn said. "We need to look for her ourselves."

Legolas looked at Aragorn worriedly. "Are you sure you are well enough to travel melon nin?"

Aragorn looked at Legolas sharply. "She is my daughter Legolas. She is counting on me to find her." He said angrily slamming his fist into the door frame.

"I know Shealyn is very important to you Aragorn, she is to me as well." Legolas said softly.

Aragorn pulled his ranger clothing out of the dresser quickly dressing in the dark clothing pulling the leather boots on his feet. "We must set off tonight." He said hurriedly walking out the door.

The two friends moved down the hall quickly to the weaponry room. Among the racks and tables laden with swords and bows of different sizes the two chose their weapons carefully, tucking them into their boots and onto their backs.

"Milord where are you going?" a servant asked seeing the two come down the hall.

"Fetch Arod and Hasufel, prepare them for travel." Aragorn ordered.

"Yes milord" The servant answered bowing quickly, turning quickly to obey.

"Be careful melonimin." Arwen said picking Eldarion up as Legolas and Aragorn mounted their horses.

"We will my love." Aragorn said with a smile.

With that the two gigged their horses into a gallop. The two rode on through the day and into the early evening. In the waning light Legolas dismounted looking at the ground carefully, squatting he lightly touched the ground at his feet.

"What is it Legolas?" Aragorn asked as he dismounted quickly and squatted next to his friend.

"This was one of their camps." The elf whispered

Aragorn peered at the ground carefully. Among the debris his ranger trained eyes saw blood staining the ground.

He stood silently. "Shealyn is bleeding and bleeding bad." He told Legolas.

"The blood looks fresh." Legolas stated. "They must not be far."

Sorry for the long delay my life is so screwed up right now but I'm working on it. I know this isn't the best chapter ever but I got a major writer's block. I need help thinking of stuff that goes on in future chapters your advice would be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your patience.