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Chatting With Thranduil

Legolas took in all that he had seen and secured it in his memory. Then he turned and ran lightly through the forest, holding his bow, ready to fire at a seconds notice. Thirty minutes later, Legolas arrived home.

"Help! Help! Aragorn and Tári have been taken. I'm not quite sure how Tári got taken, but she was in a group of Uruk-Hai and she was unconscious. Aragorn tried to fight them and got hit on the head and got knocked unconscious. The sword is the in the hands of the enemy. C'mon everybody, we must do something!" Legolas looked around wildly at all the elves staring at him. "Come on," he urged, "Aragorn and Tári are kidnapped."

Thranduil walked over to his son who was making a scene. "Legolas, calm down. We can talk about this inside."

Legolas stopped glaring at the innocent passerby's and reluctantly followed his father. They waled indoors to a large eating area. "Please sit down, Legolas," said Thranduil.

Legolas sat.

"Tell me what you have seen."

Legolas sat straight up and began to speak. "I saw not that much, but I saw enough to tell that the Uruks have captured Aragorn and Tári. Aragorn went down by a blow to the head while he was fighting, trying to free Tári. The sword that rendered Aragorn unconscious was the sword. The one that we are trying to figure out. The Uruk chief that held it was going to stab Aragorn through the heart, which I could not let happen, so I struck him dead with an arrow. I tried to kill all the others, but there were too many of them." Legolas frowned, trying to think of anything else he might have missed. "That's all I remember."

Thranduil looked at his son through narrow eyes. "What did I tell you about trying to take on an army greater than you can handle?"

"You said that I should not take on an army that I cannot win against. But Father, I had to. They were going to kill him!" argued Legolas.

"I care not. You should not have gotten involved. You should have just come straight back here to report to me," said Thranduil, scowling at Legolas.

"We must get the sword back, along with Aragorn and Tári," stated Legolas.

"Yes. Go and talk to Elrond from Rivendell. He will have an idea, no doubt. I shall stay here and rule my kingdom," ordered the king.

Legolas sighed in disbelief. Ever since his mother went over the seas, his father had been different. Thranduil had sunk very low into depression and begun to take his job quite seriously. He never seemed to have time forhis sonanymore, or playing with the younger elves.

Legolas walked onward towards the stables, looking for his horse, Tunidel, named after Legolas' childhood friend. "Tunidel!" called Legolas, "Where are you boy? C'mon, we are going to visit Master Elrond."

Okay, that's the third chapter. Also, I won't be able to update for about a week bacause I am vacationing to Arizona. I promise I will update when I get back. Also, if you have any suggestions for the next chapters or just comments of any kind, please tell me. Also! Review, please.