A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys they really perked me up, guess some people still enjoy the story.

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Chapter 10: Discoveries

Thespar roamed through the far side borders, debating if he should run away or not.

'No, that won't solve anything. It would only give them another reason to convict me.' He thought sadly

Thespar sighed heavily. He had no clue how he was going to prove himself innocent. Placing his head in his hands he covered his eyes and pressed hard in hopes of removing the voices that haunted him. Sadly all it did was enforce the voices he had worked so hard to suppress in hopes to forget.

"I heard he killed his brother because he caught him murdering the others."

"I heard he's planning to overthrow the royal family and claim Mirkwood for his own."

"I bet he's the cause for all these murders. He probably killed Curudae too."

The voices, of almost every resident of Mirkwood rang clearly in his head. He had to get away from the accusing voices. Thespar sat on nearby log that had fallen over during one of the storms that frequented the dark woods. He was exhausted not only in mind, but heart as well. The advisor was so distraught he didn't know what to do. His heart was filled with grief at the loss of his brother; he was worried for his own life as more evidence pointed at him. Not to mention the anger at the one who was causing this chouse in the city and in his life. How could they think it was him? He had never done anything to hurt anyone. Sure he fought with Curudae often, but the guard started some of those fights. As for Magalar, they were brothers for Valor's sake. They were siblings, siblings are supposed to fight. He would never have thought of killing his brother. He had badly injured him once, but that was an accident. His emotions were running in circles and inside tearing him apart. He felt he would just…

Crack!

'What was that?' he thought.

Turning around he looked for the source of the sound that had disturbed him. Thespar's keen eyes peering into the darkness that made up the shadows surrounding him. He saw nothing in the area, no threatening looking creatures, no guards coming to stop him and drag him back to the palace. But he did feel a threatening presence nearby, and it was coming closer.

Thespar could only guess at who, or whatwas approaching.

"Who's there?" he called, almost whispering.

Nothing answered, but the sound of something brushing up against the leaves of the bushes and trees.

The threatening presence grew closer.

Thespar slowly backed away. He was an advisor not a warrior, fighting didn't suit him, but running did. Yes, running. With that the Elf turned tail and ran deeper into the uncharted land.

Trees past him by at break necking speed. A few sharp turns around unfamiliar trees, leaping over fallen logs and large rocks, andhigh stepping over roots that tried to trip him. So intent he was on getting away he didn't see the branch that shot out into his path until it had tangled around his feet and tripped him. Thespar rolled a short distance before stopping in front of a pair of soft dear skin boots.

As the dizziness and confusion subsided the dark haired advisor was able to look up at the one he found.

Thespar sighed in relief, "Oh, thank goodness it's you."

The figure made no effort to help the advisor up.

Thespar stood on his own, wincing in pain as his ankle almost gave out on him. 'It must be sprained, or twisted one.' he thought.

Grabbing the arm of the other Thespar steadied himself. "Come, we must head back and quickly. Something was chasing me back there and I do not wish it to find you."

Still no answer.

Thespar was getting annoyed. They needed to go and now. The creature behind them had a terribly frightening aura, more than most of the creatures that inhabited Mirkwood. A murderous feel that was truly terrifying that could only belong to bloodthirsty killer. A feeling, that he now realized, was very close by.

A low growl could be heard behind him.

Thespar turned to see not only the one he met, but a large…Very large pack of wargs.

Thespar's eyes grew at least twice their normal size, as he realized…

"It was you." Shock clearly showing in his voice, "It's been you all along. Why? How could you betray us like this?"

No more was said as the figure signaled the wargs to attack the Elf.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but this one didn't fit well anywhere else. Hope you liked.

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