Sorry I haven't updated my other story in so long, but I just found out that my best friend's father has cancer. So, those of you who read Born of Avalon's stories please be patient with her.

All right, I know this first chapter is really bad but it will get a whole lot better. I'm not really too good at beginning stories. And yes, Legolas is a girl in this story so if you don't like it, don't read. You have been warned. Also, the rating may go up later, not to sure about it yet.

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not and never will own LOTR.

Warnings: gender bending, possible character death (depends on how many flames I get) and also, my elvish is really bad so names and all that may be really screwed up.

Summary: When Sauron takes Thrandiul's wife, no one expected that he would want a child from her. After the elves manage to save both the Queen and her child, Sauron will show just how far he is willing to go to get his daughter back. Yet Glorfindel is determined to stand in his way till the very end. Glorfindel/Legolas.

"speaking"

'thoughts'

memories/dreams

Child of Dark Fire

Chapter 1

The night was cool and undisturbed save for the random creature of the woods. Yet Thranduil still had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong, he just didn't know what. 'Please Neathiur,' he prayed silently for his wife. 'Be safe.'

His wife and oldest son, Adwonyw, had left early that morning for Lake Town. He trusted his warriors' skills and Adwonyw's, but he still couldn't help but worry about them, especial with all the orcs that had been running around lately.

"Ada!" his second son, Rodgir, shouted not even bothering to knock as he raced through the door to his father's room.

Thranduil turned from the window he had been staring out of to glare at his son, but his eyes softened at the worried look on Rodgir's face. "What is it, Rodgir?"

"You have to come quickly. It's Adwonyw."

Thranduil followed his son to the healing wing at a run, both startling servants as they ran passed. When they arrived at the healing wing Thranduil saw Adwonyw lying on the bed, almost as white as the sheets themselves. Sitting next to him was his youngest son, Cayduir.

When Cayduir saw them he immediately stood up and walked quickly over to them. "Ada," breathed out before the Mirkwood King could ask about the crown prince's condition. "It's not good. They were attacked by Ringwraiths."

Just then the head healer came up to them as well. "My lord," he said bowing to Thranduil. "We have done everything we can for the Prince, but this wound is beyond even my skill."

"What are you suggesting?" Thranduil growled, knowing exactly what he would say, and knowing that even though he hated it, the alternative was to let his son die.

"Lord Elrond is the only one with the skill needed to heal this."

"Fine," Thranduil growled out after a short silence. "Send a messenger to him now explaining what has happened." When the healer hesitated he yelled, "NOW!" The elf didn't have to be told again and with a quick bow disappeared.

Cayduir looked back over at Adwonyw, a hopeless look in his eyes. "Cayduir, where is your naneth?" Thranduil asked, fear for his wife eating at his heart.

"I don't know, I'm sorry ada. Adwonyw was the only one alive when we found their group, but naneth's body was not among the slain. We searched, but the only thing we found was this." Cayduir pulled something out of his pocket and showed it to Thranduil. The Mirkwood King instantly recognized it as the necklace he had given to Queen Neathiur on their wedding night. With shacking hands Thranduil took the necklace from his son.

"Ada." The three royals turned around in surprise at hearing Adwonyw's voice.

Thranduil hurried over to his son's side, worried eyes meeting the nearly blank ones of the crown prince. "You shouldn't talk Adwonyw. You need to regain your strength.

Adwonyw just ignored the comment. "I'm sorry ada. I couldn't save her. They took her to him. I couldn't protect her."

"This is not your fault," Thranduil said, trying to comfort his son, but at the same time wondering who the hell took his wife.

"Ada, they took her to the Dark Lord. He wants a child from naneth," Adwonyw managed to breathe out before falling into darkness once more.

As the weight of his words sank in the three royals all stared in horror at each other, all fearing the worse for their beloved Queen.

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Three days later

It was the middle of the night when Elrond arrived in Mirkwood. He had been surprised when Thranduil sent him a message, seeing as they hadn't contacted each other in years. But, after reading the letter he, along with the twins and Elrond, had left immediately.

Rodgir greeted the small group as they entered the palace, dismissing the guards that had shown them in. "Thank you for coming so quickly," he said as he led them toward the healing wing. It was clear to all of them that he hadn't slept in days, probably hadn't eaten that much either.

When they came to Adwonyw's room Cayduir nodded to them before entering the room himself and moving to the side of the Mirkwood King, who sat beside his son.

Thranduil held onto Adwonyw's lifeless hand, a dead look in his eyes as Cayduir and Rodgir lead him away from the oldest prince.

Elrond watched them leave the room before turning to Elladan and Elrohir. "Make sure they get something to eat, as well as some rest, especially Thranduil."

Elladan and Elrohir both nodded to their father before leaving to follow the royals. Glorfindel just nodded to his old friend before following the twins. They knew how stubborn the Mirkwood royals were and the twins would need help, especially with Thranduil.

OOOOO

Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, and Cayduir sat in the mostly empty dinning hall. There were no others besides themselves and the random servant. They talked in hushed whispers, Cayduir's eyes revealing just how lost and hopeless the whole Royal Mirkwood family was feeling.

This was how Elrond found them. He walked over to them and sat beside Glorfindel, thanking a maid as she brought him a glass of wine.

"Will he be all right?" Cayduir asked after a few seconds silence, his voice giving away the fact that part of him was fearing the worst for his brother.

Elrond slowly took a sip of wine before answering him. "He'll be fine now; he just needs some rest." His mood then changing as he glared at Cayduir. "You should be in bed."

"I was, but I just can't stand just laying in bed while Adwonyw and naneth..." Cayduir's voice broke off when he mentioned his mother.

"Where is Queen Neathiur?" Elrond asked after a tense silence had befallen the group.

Cayduir's hands clenched into fist, his whole body shacking with anger. His hatred of Sauron had increased ten fold when he heard what the Dark Lord wanted from his naneth. All he could think was 'Why her? Why did it have to be her?'

"Cayduir?" Elrohir's concerned voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"He took her."

"Cayduir, you have to tell us what happened. We can't help if you don't," Glorfindel said gently.

"You don't understand! You can't help!" Cayduir yelled at the elven lord, knocking his chair over as he stood up in rage. "He took her! He took her so he could get a child from her! Sauron took my naneth!" With that he stormed out of the room, hiding the tears that were threatening to fall.

Elladan sighed and turned to his father. "I understand now why the royal family has been such a wreck."

"Well, with the crown prince near death and the Queen kidnapped by Sauron himself, can you blame them?" Glorfindel asked, leaning back in his chair.

Elrohir sighed. "This is horrible, and to top it off Thrandiul's locked himself in his room and wont talk to anyone."

"And then there's Rodgir," Elladan added. "He keeps snapping at the servants and scaring the maids every time they come near him."

"So what do we do now?" Elrohir asked quietly, his head in his hands.

Another silence fell over the group, but it wasn't tense like it had been with the youngest prince there. It was just a desperate silence, no one knowing what their next move would be.

OOOOO

Glorfindel suddenly sat up in bed. He didn't want to go back to sleep, because he knew that if he did then he would see what had happened when they had gone to rescue Queen Neathiur.

Those memories had been filling his mind more and more lately. He knew something bad was going to happen, he just wasn't sure what it was or how close it was.

He looked down as the person laying beside him shifted closer to him. A small smile crossed his lips as he saw Legolas sleeping peacefully beside him.

Tomorrow morning was the Council of Elrond and they would decide what to do with the Ring. Glorfindel knew that no matter what happened Legolas' fate would be tired to that of the Ring. If it was destroyed and Sauron defeated then she would be free. But, if he did get the Ring back... Glorfindel didn't want to think about what would happen to her then. He had promised to protect her, but he knew he would fail if the Ring fell into Sauron's hands once more.

Quietly, so as to not wake Legolas, he got out of bed and opened the doors to the balcony. Glorfindel sighed as he looked back at his peacefully sleeping wife. 'No,' he thought to himself. 'No matter what happens I will not let her fall into Sauron's hands. I will not let him use his only child as a weapon.'

OOOOO

Yeah, sorry the first chapter is really crappy. Please stick with me though, it's going to get much better. Frodo, Aragon, Gandalf, and Sam are in the next chapter as well as Queen Neathiur's rescue. Review if you want to see who dies trying to save her. Opps wasn't supposed to say that.