Disclaimer: Don't own Legolas, jus' borrowin' him. I'll return himsooner or later.

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A/N: For anyone who wants the chapters longer, just yell at me in your reviews. K?

Chapter 3

Aphadon raced back to the spot where his master was captured with twenty proven warriors following him. He nuzzled the dirt and Legolas forgotten weapons that lay upon the ground. The leader of the company jumped from his horse and kneeled on the ground, inspecting it with his keen eyes. Worn tracks of hooves and feet shown on the ground. The Elf went a little further and saw what could have been a slight scuffle. "Lumlier! Come here! Tell me what you see."

Lumlier jogged over to Falacas and peered closely at the ground. Faint marks of what looked like dried blood was found a large boulder. Elven tracks could be seen but the stopped at the boulder. "Maybe," offered Lumlier, "he fell and hit his head on the boulder which made him fall unconscious and someone carried him." The captain nodded his fair head in agreement.

"I think they headed south," said Falacas turning his head that direction.

"Let us stop by Gondor and tell King Elessar what our theory is of Prince Legolas' fate," said Lumlier. Falacas shook his head.

"His Majesty has already sent a messenger to Elessar. He has probably already invaded all parts of Arda even remotely close to disliking Gondor. We must go back to Mirkwood, speak to King Thranduil, ask for aid from Rivendell and Lothlorien, and know for sure who took our Prince." Falacas took a deep breath and grimaced.

Lumier and Falacas climbed back into their saddles and faced their companions. Falacas shouted, "Maethor! Noro uf!"

The Wood-Elves galloped in unison back to their native land.

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Smack.

"I told you not to vex me Elf!"

Smack.

"Did you listen? No!"

Smack. Smack.

"So?"

Silence.

Master Shedlock stepped back in complete surprise. "What did you say to me Elf?" he asked breathing heavily.

"You heard me, Master Shedlock!" Legolas said quietly. He straightened himself in the tight grip of the two men holding him. Halfway through the "lesson", Legolas had slumped forward, trying to escape into the precious world of dreams. This torment had been going on for a week and Legolas had had little sleep. He glared at the middle-aged black man with defiance set deeply in his furious gaze. The smith glared back.

"Turn 'im 'round," Master Shedlock growled. The men holding Legolas turned his back to the smith so that he was unable to see what the man was doing.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Legolas arched his back and cried out "Daro!" The smith glanced back at his Highness not knowing what to do. Legolas had been ordered never to speak in his tongue again; he had listened to that rule up until now. Damean stepped in front of the Silvan Elf and slapped him across the face. Legolas' head flung back and slightly touched the man standing there, Aragorn.

Eek!!! Yuck!! I didn't like this chapter, and I know it was short, but to satisfy my reviewers, I put it up. Should I keep the whole Aragorn think at the end??? Did it suck??? TELL THE TRUTH!!!!!!

Maethor! Noro uf! = Warriors! Move out!

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Lomelinde: No! Nothing bad atall!! But I guess you can rate the badness yourself. I think I should change this to rated G

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