Hello everyone, sorry I haven't updated in awhile. School has been really busy. I know I don't update often but for those of you still reading, thanks and I'll try to be faster from now on.

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NOTE: Sauron is holding Neathiur in the tower thing/ place in south Mirkwood. I know what it's called but not how to spell it so if anyone knows please tell me so I can fix this chapter latter.

'Thoughts'

"Speaking"

Legolas's birth storyline

Present storyline

flashback

Child of Dark Fire

Chapter 2

Sauron grinned evilly as he looked down at the Mirkwood Queen. He had to admit, she had a spirit, but in the end it had been broken. In the end she still carried Sauron's child. "They will not come for you, my darling," Sauron said in an almost laughing manner as he pushed some of her blonde hair behind a delicately pointed ear. "I've waiting too long for this, and I will not wait nine months for my child to be born. I'm going to speed up the posses a bit."

"What do you mean?" Neathiur questioned, the hate clear in her voice.

Sauron chuckled as he moved away and poured himself a glass of wine before answering. "I'm going to force your body to move faster through time than it should, making you carry the child for only nine days. Unfortunately for you, that means birthing this child will kill you."

Neathiur gasped but quickly hid it. "They will come for me and the child I now carry will never fall into your hands," the Mirkwood Queen hissed.

"Don't be so sure of the girl," Nadil growled as he squeezed Neathiur's face between his hands. "I may not have the power I did when I had my Ring, but as soon as she's born I wont need it. Just be glad I'm using my power to maintain this form right now or else you would be having that child tonight."

Neathiur just glared at him. That was all she could do until Thrandiul came to save her.

OOOOO

"Where are you going?" Thrandiul asked, a bit too calmly. Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Rodgir, and Cayduir all looked up to see the Mirkwood King standing in the doorway, Elrond beside him.

Cayduir sighed, knowing there was no use in lying to his father. "We're going to save naneth."

"And when were you planning on telling me?"

Cayduir glanced at his brother but Rodgir just gave him a look that said, 'You got yourself into this, don't expect me to help.' "Um, when we came back," the youngest prince finally answered.

"I'm coming with you," Thrandiul finally said after a long silence.

"But father..." Rodgir started but stopped when Glorfindel placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. Both knew it would be pointless to argue. Thranduil would come with them no matter what they said to him.

It wasn't long before all of them, even Elrond, were ready to go. As soon as all of them had mounted their horses the rain began to fall.

OOOOO

The rain poured down unforgivingly upon the elves as they traveled through Mirkwood. Something was wrong, they all knew it, but they refused to turn back. They were so close now, and yet they hadn't encountered an orcs, which by now they should have. These thoughts filled Elrond's head as the tower suddenly came looming over them. He sighed, knowing something bad was going to happen. 'Here we go.'

OOOOO

Neathiur sat on the bed, hair blocking her face from the world. She only looked up when she heard the door slam open and Thrandiul breath out her name. The Mirkwood King stood in the doorway, dark blood dripping from the sword in his hand, his eyes showing both fear and relief.

"Thrandiul!" she yelled as she ran to her husband who embraced her tightly.

"Neathiur, I was so worried about you," he whispered as he ran his fingers through soft hair. "Come," he finally said. "We have to get out of here."

Neathiur saw that the hall was littered with the bodies of orcs as they left. Elrond, Glorfindel, the twins, and her two youngest sons were all waiting for them at the end of the hall.

"Naneth," Cayduir whispered in relief as both he and Rodgir hugged her.

"We need to leave before Sauron decides to show up," Glorfindel said, feeling a bit guilty about having to break up the family reunion but it was important that they left as soon as possible.

The twins and Glorfindel led the way with the Mirkwood royalty following behind along with Elrond. The bad feeling that the Lord of Rivendell had had before was growing and he knew that no matter what happened one of them wasn't going to make it out of there.

It was just as he finished coming to this conclusion when Cayduir shouted. "Glorfindel look out!" Out of no where a Wraith had appeared and was headed strait for Glorfindel. He was so close that there wasn't even enough time for him to raise his sword.

Neathiur closed her eyes, not wanting to see, but she was not prepared for what happened when she opened them again. Instead of hitting Glorfindel the Wraith had hit Cayduir who had jumped in front of the attack in order to protect Glorfindel.

The Wraith hissed in anger but before anyone could do anything it disappeared again. "NO!" Neathiur raced to her son as he fell but not even Elrond skills could save the Mirkwood Prince now.

"I'm sorry, naneth, you shouldn't have to see this," he whispered as she placed his head in her lap.

"Sh Cayduir, you'll be alright." Neathiur said the words more to reassure herself than her son, but even as she said it, he slipped away from her. "No, Cayduir, wake up, please wake up. WAKE UP!"

Thrandiul stared as he watched his son slip away, but Elrond quickly pointed out that they were still in danger. Thrandiul knew he was right and there was nothing they could do for Cayduir now. Rodgir grabbed his brother's body and fled after the twins. Thrandiul took hold of his wife and carefully picked her up bridal style before running after his remaining son with Elrond and Glorfindel in tail.

OOOOO

Elrond sat upright as soon as he woke up from the nightmare. 'No,' he corrected himself. 'It wasn't a nightmare, it was a memory.'It seemed that recently the events that led up to Legolas's birth kept coming back to him and no matter how hard he tried he could force them away. So much had happened after the child's birth: Queen Neathiur had died after being able to hold her daughter only once and... Elrond didn't even want to think of the event that had brought the elfling to Rivendell.

"Father, you're needed in the healing wing right away! Glorfindel and Rodgir found the Ringbearer but he's injured."

"Alright Elrohir, I'll be there in a second." Elrohir nodded and left. Elrond quickly got dressed, all thoughts of the Elven Princess pushed aside as he went to attend to Frodo.

OOOOO

Sam sighed as he woke up. Rivendell was a beautiful and peaceful place but he really wanted to go home as soon as Frodo was fully healed. He couldn't help but think that he would miss Lady Legolas though. She had been so kind, even when they had first arrived in Rivendell.

Flashback

Pippen couldn't help but stare as they entered Rivendell. "This place is beautiful," he said, not watching where he was going and ran into Glorfindel who had suddenly stopped. The elf lord had stopped to give the reins of his horse to an attendant when Rodgir stopped as well.

"So, when do you think Legolas is going to come after you?" the Mirkwood elf asked.

Before Glorfindel could answer someone came running at him and threw their arms around him. "Miss me Legolas?" Glorfindel asked, laughter in his voice as he kissed the top of her head.

"You were suppose to be back yesterday," she pouted but let him place a kiss on her lips all the same.

"Glorfindel how could you leave your wife worrying like that?" Aragorn asked as he came up behind them, a smile on his face.

Legolas smiled at him. "I wouldn't be talking if I were you. Arwen's been waiting for you and I don't think she's happy that you were gone for so long."

Aragorn's smile dropped from his face as he excused himself and went to find Arwen...or to hide from her.

Legolas smiled at the hobbits when she saw them. "Welcome to Rivendell, little ones."

"Um, hello," Sam managed to say after a minute. He, along with Merry and Pippen had been shocked by the she-elf's beauty.

Glorfindel chuckled slightly. "Come on little ones, let's see if they have rooms ready for you yet."

"But what about Frodo?" Sam shouted. He wanted to see Frodo as soon as possible and make sure he was alright.

"Lord Elrond is taking care of him right now so you shouldn't worry. Elrond will make sure he's as good as new," Legolas said, throwing a comforting smile at the hobbits.

"But we want to see him," Sam said.

"How about this: As soon as Elrond says it's alright for you to see him I'll come get you and take you to the healing wing myself. Until then, I ask you, please, trust Lord Elrond to take care of your friend. Frodo will be fine."

Sam really wanted to see Frodo, but he knew that while Elrond was taking care of him he wouldn't even be allowed near the healing wing. Somehow just hearing Legolas tell him that Frodo was going to be alright made him believe her. "Alright," he finally sighed giving in.

Legolas smiled once again before asking the hobbits to follow her so she could show them their rooms and rest before dinner that night.

End flashback

Frodo walked around the gardens of Rivendell. He had only just been released from the healing wing and was now looking for Gandalf. He found the wizard smoking his pipe in a secluded part of the garden.

"Hello Frodo, I see you've found Elrond's gardens. Beautiful aren't they?"

"Yes, everything here is beautiful," Frodo answered as he sat down beside Gandalf.

Gandalf sighed and put out his pipe. "Can't smoke around elves. They don't appreciate it much. So, was there a reason you came looking for me?"

"Yes." Frodo paused trying to find how he wanted to voice his question.

Gandalf waited for Frodo to say what it was he wanted, an eyebrow raised in question.

"When you first sent me on this mission you said that the Ring had to be destroyed before Sauron got his hands on his daughter. You also said that she was here in Rivendell."

"You want to met her." It was a statement not a question.

"Yes."

Gandalf sighed once again. "I'll let you met her on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You mustn't judge her immediately for the fact that she's Sauron's daughter. She is nothing like her father and I will not have you hating her just because of him."

"I wasn't planning on judging her because of Sauron. I just want to met her."

"Alright," Gandalf said standing up. "Are you coming?"

OOOOO

Sorry this chapter was a bit rushed but I really want to get to the next chapter as soon as possible. This one was just a bit of a filler, but the next one will be much better, promise. There's going to be the Council of Elrond in the next chapter as well as the next part of Legolas's birth. I can't really tell you want happens in that because it's one of the biggest secrets of the story, so please review and tell me what you think of this chapter.