Hi everyone, I know it's been a while since I've written, so I'm trying again.

Oh, and for all the fans of Through A Child's Eyes, I'm trying to get into contact with Melba and Anna so we can continue writing. Terribly sorry about the wait. Blame me, I got a little scared of writing after Blame Me Not.

Okay, I'll stop rambling now and get on with the story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. Tolkien owns all. BOW DOWN TO THE POWER OF TOLKIEN!

Oh, and thoughts are in italics.

This is slightly AU. The Ring still exists though.

And if there is anyone willing to Beta for me, I would greatly appreciate it.

Visions of Evil

It was a beautiful day in Mirkwood. It was rare that there was a beautiful day there, since Sauron's reign had begun, the forest seemed to be constantly dark. But today, the day was going to be better than the Crown Prince, and only child of the King and Queen of Mirkwood had imagined. Today, Legolas's mother had promised him that they would ride to the small pond that was their special place.

Legolas was young compared to the other Elves in Mirkwood. He was the last born, born only one thousand years ago. And he was the pride of Mirkwood. His beauty was said to rival Undomiel's and Luthien's. Elves came from all over to rival at his beauty, a fact that embarrassed and amused Legolas. Even today his mind wandered to the Elves that came to gush over him, so to speak. He shook his head, forcing the thoughts out of his mind. For today, only the fun that he and his mother were to have was going to be allowed on his mind.

"Legolas, sweetheart, are you ready yet? Legolas?" His mother's sweet voice drifted through the closed door. Legolas jumped up, pausing only to grab his new bow and knives. His birthday had been just yesterday and the bow was a gift from his father and the knives were a gift from his mother along with the new tunic that he wore.

"I'm ready Mother." The young elf pulled the door open and smiled at his mother. She paused, running a hand over his face.

Oh, how can I tell him that he isn't his father's child? How can I tell him? It will tear him up inside.

Her love for her child always seemed to out weigh anything. But this was something that she had never wanted to tell him. The orcs seemed to get closer to the palace every day and she didn't, no, couldn't allow something to happen to any of her family without her son knowing the truth. Her mind was made up. She would tell him today.

"Nana. What's wrong?" Legolas tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out why his mother refused to look him in the eye.

"It's nothing, my son. Come, let us go. the sun has already risen high in the sky. I have packed us a lunch." She smiled, taking his hand and walking out into the court yard. Legolas tilted his head up towards the sun as they walked to were their horses were already standing. He held his mother's horse as she mounted before walking over to his own horse and mounting. Together they set off into the woods. Before long they reached their special spot.

An hour later they were resting comfortably besides the water. Legolas ran a hand through the water splashing his mother who didn't seem to notice.

"Mother? What is wrong? You've been very quiet all day. Are you not enjoying today?" Legolas sat up, allowing his hair to flow back in a golden cascade. His mother sighed, siting up and looking Legolas in the eye.

"We must talk." Legolas tilted his head, confusion fluttering over his fair features.

"What is wrong? Please, just talk to me." Legolas moved closer to his mother hand rested a hand on her shoulder. She sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair off his face.

"Do you remember what we talked about before, about my being a slave to Sauron before escaping to Lothlorien where I met your father?" Legolas nodded, "Well, I really don't know how to tell you this. Your father and I have discussed this many times since you were born and we decided that you are now old enough to know the truth."

"The truth about what? What are you trying to say Mother?" Legolas stood, fear started to become clear in his shimmering blue eyes. His mother stood, swallowing hard.

"Thranduil is not your father." She shot out the words as fast as she could, then closed her eyes. Legolas stared at her.

"Your lying. If he isn't, who is?" He placed a hand on a tree, as if for support.

"Sauron is. Legolas, I'm so.."

"Don't. Don't say your sorry. You lied to me! All through my life you've lied to me! Ada has also! How could you? I Hate you!" Legolas was screaming by the time he got to the last word. He turned on his heel and ran over to his horse. Before he could mount, however, orcs flooded into the clearing. Legolas grabbed his knives, spinning and killing the closest orc. About thirty orcs raced in. He began to fight, stabbing, killing whatever came near him. Rage filled him, and suddenly, nothing mattered except killing anything close to him.

But one scream changed that. Legolas turned his head just in time to see Orcs attacking his mother. Then all went black.

A low moan escaped Legolas's mouth as he slowly awoke. He lifted his head slightly and looked around their surroundings. As far as he could tell, he was in the southern part of the Northern wood's realm. He couldn't remember how he had gotten here for a few minutes. Then his eyes caught the group of orcs to the side of him and all of his memories came back.

"Naneth! Naneth! Where are you?" He whispered with panic clear in his voice.

"Legolas! I'm here!" Legolas looked to his other side and saw his mother. blood caked on her brow. Her skirt was ripped and tears were all over her blouse.

"Are you alright?" Legolas looked her over, checking for any obvious wounds. She shook her head.

"No, I am well. Are you alright? You took a hard hit to the head." He shook his head.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it when I said I hated you. I don't. I love you, Nana. I really do." Tears appeared in his eyes as he spoke.

"Oh, will you look at this. Apparently this little one knows what happens to Elves. Shall we show him with this Elf that he loves soon much?" The Orcs cheered, raising their weapons. The orc that had spoken grabbed Legolas's mother and dragged her into the middle of the group. Legolas felt his heart rip. His mother scream, and he turned his head, vomiting and crying. The orcs cheered, disgusting as their nature was.

And an arrow whizzed by and killed an orc.

Immediately the orcs turned. Legolas saw his father's warriors. They began to fight, arrows whizzing and swords clanging. Legolas fought against his bounds, tearing his wrists up and getting his hands free. He untied his feet and raced to his mother's side.

"Legolas..." His mother breathed, gasping for breath.

"Naneth, don't worry. You'll be fine. You'll see. Ada's armies are here. They'll save you." He placed a kiss on her brow. She grabbed one of his hands.

"Legolas, please forgive me for what is to come. Never meant for it to happen..." Her eyes glazed over. Legolas let out a cry, shaking her and crying to her to come back to him. Strong arms grabbed him, slowly pulling him away. Legolas knew it was his father, but refused to acknowledge him. He stared at his mother's body and slowly began sobbing, turning around and clinging to his father's body.

Well, I hope you all like this start. I promise, the next couple of chapter will be better. Please review so I know if you like it or not.

Legolas's fanatical fan girl.