Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own LOTR. I've gotten over it. Sort-of.
A/N: I've actually gotten to hate this fic!! It's so flippin' boring!! It ain't turnin' out the way I wanted it to. If anybody actually really wants me to finish it, tell me in a review. I'm asking at least 5 people to respond to this. If you don't, well I guess that's your problem.
Um, there will be no slash in this chapter. I got a review (not a flame) and said the kiss in the last chapter was way too graphic. I'm sorry if I offended anybody. Don't hate me!?
King Thranduil urged his horse faster as the stars in the sky began to fade. Two more days, he thought, just two more days! Hold on for me son!
The Mirkwood army knew they wouldn't make it, but none ever told the King of their doubts. They all feared their beloved Prince dead, but to even breathe a word of such a nasty predicament meant suicide. They would be tried and hung, most likely.
Anybody whose sense wasn't damaged by grief and worry would know that at this pace the horses would die of fatigue. Falacas was having trouble keeping his eyes open. Wondering and worrying about his wife and the Prince brought no comfort to an already tired troubled mind. Legolas, no matter how serious the occasion, never made them gallop at such a pace.
The Elf reined his horse next to the King's. "My Lord?" he asked quietly. When no response came, Falacas continued. "We must stop! The sun is rising and the horses tire. There is an oasis about a league and half to the west. It would be wise to head for there!"
Thranduil heard the plea but did not react to it. All he could think was his son. If the boy had been sent to Mandos, Valar help anybody who crossed his path. "My Lord, please?" Falacas tried again.
The golden haired Elf unsheathed his sword and pointed to the west while turning in the indicated direction. As one, the army twisted and raced for the trees and water where they knew rest would be found however small the amount.
As they slowed to a stop, Thranduil raised his left hand and dismounted. The others followed the course of action quickly. The soldiers handed their reins to a few of the younger Elves while they pitched tents and satisfy their parched throats and grumbling stomachs. After those needs were taken care of, grooming their mounts and refilling water skins became the task at hand.
Lumlier and Falacas entered their liege's small, green tent only to be saddened by the sight of him on his knees, crying. Lumlier knelt by the older being and spoke soft, soothing words in his ear. "What am I going to do?" the King whispered raspy. "If Legolas dies, I have nothing to live for!"
"Legolas will not die, I promise you!" stated Falacas firmly. "If anything, Legolas is strong. He will fight and will not lose hope."
"I hope you're right, I hope you're right." Thranduil's eyes, red from crying, lost focus as he fell into the sleep of the Elves.
Legolas woke with darkness surrounding him. Where am I? His head throbbed something terrible. Memories began flooding into his brain as if a dam had been broken: his capture Aragorn Arwen Damean the kiss his father. Legolas sat up quickly but hit his head extremely hard on something hard and wooden above him.
He felt along the rough surface with a quivering hand. To the left and right was wood. His bare feet scraped on the hard interior if he moved them. His head hit some thing if he moved any which way. A box? Why am I here? he thought. With his fingernails he found the crack where the top of the contraption met the bottom. Something warm and soft was peeking through the edge. Legolas brought his fingers to his nose and breathed. Dirt? What? Why? Then his hit him like a thousand knives stabbing him all over his body. His mind shut down from the terror that built up inside him. He was buried alive.
A/N: I know that was very short, but I don't know where my beta reader went and I don't trust myself with anything longer than 1000 words without someone correcting. But never fear! The next chapter will be up no late than Saturday.
Response to Reviews:
Tamara: Is it too sad?? I'm glad you sort-of liked it!!
ElizabethBlack4: I'm sorry!! I didn't mean to put a lot of detail in it! I guess I just wrote what came to mind! Finally!! I person who knows how to spell ciao!! I asked like ten people and they gave me blank stares. Lol, my friends are really weird!!
Elenillor: I feel sorry for Legolas!! Everyone's like bent on hurting him or something!! I'm not really sure how to explain the potion. It just controls the drinker and makes them do whatever the person who made them drink it want them to do. Confusing??
Tinuviel of Ringzone: Thanks!! I never really was good at writing. English is like my worst subject. Lol, I don't think anybody likes Damean, including myself. And I created him!! That's extremely sad!!
Toby Keith Fanatic: I used to be a punk rock type of girl, but my friend made me listen to country nonstop when I was visiting her, and I fell in love with Toby Keith! He is so adorable! Lol. I hope you like the chapter!!
A/N: Just so y'all don't ask me later, I'll give you guys a hint now. Everything will get much, much worse, before they get better. And it might take a while for them to get better. Ta ta for now!!