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Note: I don't know how long it takes to travel from Minas Tirith to Mirkwood but I hope you don't mind if I let them travel faster than maybe possible. It would stretch the story too long if I would let them travel over a week or longer.

Something else: I searched through the Internet how old Legolas really is but I only found two ages. The first is the age of nearly third thousand and the other one is just seven hundred. I thought it would fit a bit better into my story if Legolas were young for his kind.

And then there was the thing if Legolas has any brothers or sisters. This question is not answered yet but like his age it would fit better if he were the only child of Thranduil.

Read and enjoy the second chapter

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Part 2

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Elladan rested with his back against a tree, sitting on the ground. His brother was already sleeping. They were fast, riding the whole day in a quick pace. The sunset was a few hours ago and darkness dived the wood in deep shadows. They were both tired from the battlefield and after accompanying Arwen back to Imladris they were heading towards Minas Tirith again. Elladan sighed softly. He was glad that the war was over and their enemy defeated. He would have liked to stay longer in Imladris, enjoying the presence of his father but they promised Estel to come back soon. Tiredness made his eyelids heavy. He glanced one last time to their horses bound on a tree before he sank into a deep sleep.

Elladans head shot up; he was shaken out of his sleep by a rustling sound nearby. His brother was still sleeping nearby. The sun touched the leaves of the tall trees and only a few sunbeams fell through the trees. Elladan looked into the direction the sound came from. The elf froze when he glanced at the horses. His breath caught in his throat and for one moment he could only stare at the cruel sight the horses gave. Both horses slit up from the throat to their abdomen hanging on ropes between the trees. Blood and organs lay in a puddle on the ground. Elladan was unable to move, deeply shocked. His mind was blank, he didn't know what to think first.

Elrohir woke up sensing that something was wrong with his twin brother. He looked at the other elf, which stared straight at one spot. "What are you staring at? You're as white as…" His voice trailed of when he followed Elladans gaze turning to their horses. "By the Valar…" His stomach rebelled against the sight and he covered his mouth. He did not dare to move nor could he rip off his eyes.

After what seemed like an eternity, Elladan slowly moved to the slaughtered horses. "It was no animal." Thinking loudly Elladan ripped his brother out of his thoughts. "What?" Elladan stopped facing his brother with a serious expression on his face. "Animals aren't able to hang their victims up in the trees with ropes." Elrohir looked at the floor watching the sunbeams dancing on the ground. He tried to avoid looking at the blood stained ground. "Maybe orcs have done this. They have slaughtered the animals of their enemies before." Elladan knew that it were not the orcs but could not explain the feeling. He went further trying not to look too close at the bloody carcass. His suspicion confirmed. "They have left our weapons. Orcs normally take them as loot." Elrohir looked back at his brother following him hesitating. "And they would have taken us. Two elves, tired and unprepared, after a war they have lost. It had to be someone who wants to harm or to frighten us." – "I don't think that he wanted to harm us, we are still alive."

They both were lost in thoughts again. Suddenly Elladan had an idea. "We didn't hear the intruder. Even in sleep, we can hear if someone comes near to us. The horses would have made a noise if they were in danger. But they have not." – "It was someone familiar?" Elladan shook his head. "No… but who is able to sneak up on elves?" Elrohir glanced at his brother in confusion not knowing what he was up to. "What do you mean? I know that Aragorn could sneak up on me if I'm sleeping and also on you." – "I don't think that Aragorn slaughtered our horses…" Elrohir caught the sarcastic undertone. "I have rather thought of elves. Who else could win the trust of the horses this easy?" – "You can't be serious? I don't know anyone who could do such a cruel deed."

Elladan stood in front of his brother their eyes met. "Really? I think we both know an elf that could easily do such a thing. And who is cruel enough." Elrohir ripped his eyes open. His twin brother nodded. "Exactly! If I'm not completely wrong he has survived and he has an unfinished business with us." – "We have to hurry and tell Aragorn about it. This could end up very bad." They started their journey to Minas Tirith on foot.

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It was dark. The air was thick smelling bloody. He ran through the trees of Mirkwood not knowing where to hide. His father. He had to reach his father. "Ada?" His scream rang through the depths of the forest. The pain in his thigh made him stumble on his knees. He cried; everything was lost. His world was blurred and he awoke in the great hall of his father's throne room. Another scream filled the air, this time not his own. "Father!"

Jumping to his feet, he started to run. "Where are you?" Quickening his pace, he ran to the source where he could hear calls of agony and pain from his father. "Ada? Ada!" He ran to the lifeless body ignoring the dead staring eyes. "No. You are alive. I know you are alive." But deep inside, he could feel that he was too late. That the life had left his fathers body and now entered the hall of Mandos.

Legolas awoke in the darkness of his room. His breath came in short gasps. Tears streamed down his face. The elf swung his legs out of bed and sat there a long time. Outside it was getting lighter, near dawn. The first time Legolas noticed the headache pounding in his head. He started to doubt that this was just a mere dream. The pain in his head felt like the one in the throne room. Maybe he had some sort of vision? The blond elf sighed not concealing the moan that was mixed within it. The pain slightly increased when he stood up.

Legolas staggered slightly supporting himself at the bedpost. He had to speak with Aragorn. A sudden urge spread out in his heart and he had not the will to fight it. He wanted to find his father, looking after him and be sure of his health. Legolas pulled himself together and walked out of his room, he didn't even notice his lack of clothing on his upper body.

Legolas soon found Aragorns sleeping room. By now he accepted Minas Tirith as a will-be-second-home of him. He knocked at the door but didn't await any sign of Aragorn toinvite him in and entered immediately not wanting to loose any time. Aragorn lay in his bed, woken by the knock, looking at the elf. "Has something happened? You look a bit haunted." Through his yawn Aragorn could see the dried tears on Legolas cheek. He grew concerned about his elven friend and sat up with his legs over the edge of the bed. His sleeping tunic cling to him and he froze a little by the sudden lack of his warm blanket. Aragorn looked over Legolas and noticed just how hectically the elfs bare hest rose and fell.

"What happened?" Legolas collected his thoughts and the pictures of the dream floating through his mind. "I had a dream or something like that. It was disturbing and just so real, it could be a vision or something like that, I don't know." He made a pause looking in his friends soothing eyes. "Tell me about it, Legolas."The blonde elf faltered before he started. "I ran through Mirkwood. My right thigh wounded. I fell and suddenly I was at home in the palace. I heard my father scream and finally when I found him he lay there, dead."

Aragorn reached out and get hold of the elf's hand, squeezing it. "Are you sure that it could be some sort of foreshadowing?" Legolas closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes I have this feeling that there is something to happen. And it could have to do with this dream or whatsoever that was." Aragorn sighed he never had this sort of dream and he was glad of it. "Have you any clue about when this might happen?" The elf shook his head, desperation shown in his eyes. "No I only remember what I've told you." Aragorn stood up. "I have to go." Aragorn looked his friend in his eyes and he knew that he could not convince the elf to stay. "I know that you have to but I just wished you would wait until my brothers are here. I do not want you to go alone. Remember that you were hurt." Legolas smiled at the human's words. "It is an honour to be your friend. But I cannot stay any longer. It urges me and I have the feeling that it would be too late if I wait any longer." Aragorn did not want to let him go but he knew he would not do it any different in this situation. "Then you have to go, mellon nin. But be careful. If you're not back in two weeks, I will come after you." – "It's a deal!" Aragorn took Legolas in his arms. "And tell Gimli my greetings if he returns before me." Legolas smiled one last time at Aragorn before he left the room and prepared for his journey through Mirkwood.

Aragorn stood there watching after his gone friend. He didn't know if he had done the right thing. Honestly he didn't want to know because it won't end up good for him. He let him pass. The smile of Legolas came to his mind. It seemed so final to him more a leave-taking than a goodbye. The worry on his heart increased and he had to sit down at his bed again. He only hoped that his brothers were coming back soon.

The sun was shining brightly reflecting on Legolas fair hair. The elf was about to leave and he mounted his horse Arod riding fast in the north. In his mind he saw his disturbing dream. He only hoped that this wasn't a fault and his heart begged that his father was still alive. For what reason Legolas did not know but he felt deep in his heart that there were bad things to happen. Things he wasn't able to stop. His only thoughts were about his father. It was long since he last spent time with him and one part of him looked forward to his return home. He had nearly forgotten the threat through his old tormentor Gwann-Agar.

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I have rewritten this chapter like the first and I hope you think it's better now. I would like you to write me your opinion – maybe in a review? – I hope you will read my story further.