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Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or it's characters. Sob! 

Author's note: So as not to confuse anyone, this chapter is basically a nightmare that Legolas is having. Remember that in the second chapter Legolas was murmuring about someone dying? Well this is what he was dreaming about. And I changed the rating of the story to Teen because of this chapter. Please read and review, no flames.

Chapter Three: Demons of the Past.

Legolas and his older brother Amrod rode quietly through the snow. They were on patrol of the borders of Mirkwood, making sure that there were no enemies there and that everything was safe. Legolas quietly took in everything that was around him. It was so quite and peaceful in Mirkwood around this time of year. The snow and ice on the trees made them look like crystal statues when they sparkled in the sunlight. Legolas took a quick breath of the cold air. It refreshed him and the smell of the trees comforted him. The sound of rushing water greeted his ears and it was a welcome sound. Many a time he and his brother came to this river to swim when the weather got hot. But now he is older, Legolas thought, and things have changed. Suddenly the sound of Amrod's voice broke his thoughts.

"Brother, we will stop here to rest awhile and let the horses drink." Legolas nodded and dismounted off of his horse. He then led his horse to the water to drink. His brother was sitting on log, quietly signing to himself. Legolas remembered the song, their mother had sang it to them many times, and he remembered the last time he had heard it. It was the day before his mother died. The song was so beautiful hearing it from his brother. He always thought that his brother was like their mother in some ways. He was always caring and protective of Legolas, quick to anger if someone tried to hurt him. After the song was over it stilled echoed over the trees, like the very sky itself was singing that same song. That haunting moment brought tears to his eyes. Hearing his brother crying, Amrod called his brother over to his side.

"Come here little brother, and let me comfort you." Legolas sat next to Amrod and put his head on his shoulder. Legolas cried some more. Amrod put a comforting arm around him and brushed the hair out of his face.

"Shh, brother do not cry. Remember that she has not truly left us. Her spirit is watching over us every day." Legolas slowly stopped crying and looked into his brother's emerald green eyes. Those green eyes, he had never seen another elf with eyes as green as his brother's. And how powerful they were, yet also filled with compassion. When you look into those eyes, you never forget them, and they instantly comforted him.

"Isn't the snow beautiful brother?" Amrod nodded. He also loved this time of year. He remembered how when Legolas was younger when they would play in the snow and make snowballs and snow angels. But now he was older, and had to take on the duties of being the crown prince of Mirkwood. He suddenly noticed that his brother was not beside him. Panicked, he called out his name.

"Legolas!" there was no answer. He looked around; his younger brother's horse was still there so Amrod knew that he couldn't have gone far. So where could he be? He thought. Desperately he called out again.

"Legolas." Nothing, just absolute and eerie silence. Then what liked seemed like it came for nowhere a snowball hit him in the head. The sound of his brother's laughter reached his ears. He found his brother in the one of the trees next to him.

"You'll pay for that brother." He said playfully. He then made the biggest snowball he could make. He then aimed it at the spot where he last saw his brother. His aim was true.

"Ouch, that hurt Amrod." Then the woods were silent again. Amrod tensed. Was his brother hurt? Did he throw the snowball a little too hard and knocked him out the tree. He was about to call out his name for the third time that day when suddenly Legolas jumped out of the tree and pounced on him. He landed hard on the ground, which temporarily knocked the breath out of him. When he got his breath back he wrestled Legolas onto his back.

"What were you trying to do brother, kill me?" he said laughing. Legolas laughed and a wicked smile crossed his face.

"No, but brother, that was mild compared to what I am going to do now." And before Amrod could do anything Legolas took a handful of snow and rubbed into his older brother's hair.

"You scoundrel you." And soon it became an all out wrestling match between Legolas and Amrod, their laughter ringing through the trees. But little did Legolas know that soon his laughter would turn into cries of mourning and grief. Legolas was close to winning the match when suddenly Amrod stopped. Legolas noticed the look of fear on his brother's face.

"What is it brother?" he asked with concern, hoping that he didn't hurt his brother. Amrod put a finger to his lips, telling his brother to be quite for a minute.

"Don't you feel it?" said Amrod.

"What?" asked Legolas.

"There is a presence of evil around us. I can feel it." Legolas stood still, hoping he could feel the exact same thing. He felt nothing.

"You mind must be playing tricks on you brother, I don't feel anything."

"My mind isn't playing tricks on me." He said sarcastically. "I did feel an evil presence in the air. I fear it may be more than one though." Legolas was about to tell his brother that maybe the cold air was affecting his brain when suddenly his horse squealed in fright. At first he didn't see anything until he saw a strange mist rise off of the river. Any other time he would have thought that this was regular mist, but this mist was different. It seemed alive, pulsing and breathing with every move it made. Legolas had never seen anything like this in his life and it frightened him.

"They are ice demons." Said Amrod.

"Ice demons? But I thought father said that most of them were destroyed years ago?"

"Yes that is true, but it seems that some have escaped. Beware my brother, for they can disappear and reappear without warning. Suddenly right before the two brother's eyes, the mist turned into a pack of wolves, their icy blue eyes seeming to bore holes into them. Amrod drew his sword.

"Do not use your bow and arrows, brother, for they are useless against them." Legolas drew his twin knives. His brother had given him those knives when he had come of age, and they were his prized treasure. One of the wolves growled, crouching as if ready to pounce. Amrod killed the wolf with one quick stroke of his sword and quickly went to the next wolf. Legolas was fighting two wolves at a time. The first wolf he had no trouble in killing. But the second wolf seemed like it didn't want to die. Even after Legolas stabbed him a couple of times the wolf did not fall, in fact it grew angrier, icy blue foam dripping from his fangs. Suddenly to Legolas's horror the ice demon wolf turned away from him and pounced on Amrod, his sharp icy fangs piercing his older brother's slender neck.

"Amrod no!" cried Legolas. He ran over to his brother and cut his sword into the foul demon's neck, killing him instantly. The demon's grip on Amrod lessened and Amrod fell limply to the ground. Legolas knelt beside his still brother, hoping to find a pulse. He found one but it was very weak.

"Legolas," croaked Amrod.

"Please don't speak brother. Save your strength."

"I feel so cold." He said and he shivered to add affect. Legolas took off his cloak and wrapped it around his brother.

"Don't worry brother, I'll get you home. And ada will heal you, I know he can." Amrod coughed and gasped for breath, it was becoming a struggle for him to breathe.

"Oh, Legolas what will happen to you? If I leave it will be just you and ada. What will happen to our family, what will become of our kingdom?"

"No brother, you can't die. Not like this. You and I were supposed to cross over the sea together with father when the time came. It will break father's heart." Amrod suddenly gasped when a pain like he never felt before shot through his entire body. He then felt the whole world darken around him and he knew that it was the end. Weakly he raised his hand to touch Legolas's face.

"Legolas, tell ada I love him." And slowly the light faded in his emerald green eyes until it was no more. Amrod was dead. Legolas was brokenhearted.

"No, no, you can't be dead. Please come back to me. Don't leave me!" But no answer came, no words of comfort or laughter from those still blue lips. Legolas collapsed onto his brother's body, weeping over his still chest, not caring that some of his brother's blood was staining his clothes red. It was the blood of his brother, the mark of his family, and now another one was taken from the circle of love.

"Oh come back brother," he whimpered, "please come back. I cannot live without you. Ada cannot live without you. It will kill him brother. Please come back." When he realized it was no use, he wept like he never wept before. He lost his mother and now he lost his older brother, his only brother. He would have cried to he went to sleep when suddenly his horse screamed in fear again. More mist rose from the river and Legolas knew what would happen, more demons were coming. Determined not to die like his brother, he got on his horse and commanded it to run as fast as it could. He almost made it to the gates of Mirkwood when the mist changed into a wolf again. It pounced on the horse's haunches, causing it to squeal in pain. It threw Legolas on the ground and it knocked the air out of him. He tried to crawl away from the demon, all the while yelling in elvish, "No, no, you will not take me. Leave me, leave me!" But alas it was not to be, for the wolf killed his horse and then attacked him, sinking his teeth into his neck. Icy cold and pain entered his body, and Legolas could feel himself losing his grip on life. "Forgive me father." Where his last words, then everything went black.