Well, here is the next update! It's quite soon for me actually isn't it? I hope it hasn't been too long though! And I do hope I haven't lost any dear reviewers over that really nasty cliff that I left you all on in the last chapter! Btw..this isn't a very long chapter but its longer than most of my others so I hope you aren't too disappointed but I really wanted to have the cliffie at the end! Its really evil! hehe

I hope you enjoy and please review!

Review Responses for chapter 7 will be at the end.

Written by: Trinilee Greenleaf

Title: The Sniffles

Summary: A young Legolas finds out that even elves can get sick, sometimes.

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I don't own any Lotr characters. Except Legolas! Sigh no I unfortunately don't own him either. But I might soon. If I can just prove that I am a descendant of Tolkein. evil laughter

Note: My elvish is not very good but I do try. Any corrections will be most appreciated.

Second note: Legolas is roughly about the age of nine in human years but for an elf I have no idea how long that would be so … sorry about that.

Third note: Any grammar mistakes that I use when the orcs are speaking are on purpose. I've never imagined them being able to speak properly. Lolzz

Fourth Note no more I promise : Thythen is not an elvish name. I made it up.

WARNING! Another severe cliffie at the end of this chapter.

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"Well, what 'ave we got 'ere then boys? A elf bratling! I'm sure we can 'ave some fun wiv' 'im!"

Legolas looked up, and immediately regretted it. No less than twenty orcs were all looking back at him, sneering, with cold, hard eyes.

Taking a step back, Legolas realised that it was too late. Rough, hands grabbed him from behind and pinned his arms to his sides, pressing down so hard that the sharp claws drew blood.

Struggling as hard as he could, the poor elfling was dragged over to the fire, and the circle of orcs closed around him and his captor.

Elrond walked slowly but purposefully through the dark night. Stopping when he reached his destination, he inhaled deeply. He loved this garden. This particular secluded glade had been a favourite place of his wife's. She would sit here for hours on end, playing with Elladan or Elrohir and some of the time Arwen. And of course, Legolas. They would all come to this special place with her, and listen to her tell them stories of old or sing soft lullaby's to them.

Sitting down on the bench where Celebrían had usually sat and watched their sons, Elrond again lamented his losses. Celebrían, Tawiandrís and now Legolas. Sighing for what seemed like the thousandth time that night, Elrond looked up at his father's star and hoped that wherever he was, the young woodland Prince was safe from harm.

Far away from the gardens of Rivendell, a blonde elf-king sat working away at his desk.

Oh, how he missed his son! He always missed his son when he went away to Rivendell but he knew that Legolas loved it there and his son needed time away from the growing shadows. Ever since his wife had been cruelly taken away from them nearly 4 years ago, the woods of Greenwood had darkened. It seemed as though the trees mourned the death of their Queen almost as much as her people did. But none mourned for her as much as the King and the young Prince.

Although Legolas had stopped crying every time he saw something that reminded him of her, he still grieved. He still woke up most nights with nightmares of that fateful day. But there was always someone there to comfort him. Whether it was himself, or the mischievous twins of his old friend, Elrond. They had both comforted each other when they had lost their wives to the spawn of Mordor, and it had made them closer than ever.

They both tried as hard as they could to see each other but being rulers of two of the greatest elven kingdoms in Middle Earth, it was often very difficult. But as long as their sons kept up their frequent visiting trips, all would be well.

He loved having the twins to stay even though they caused mayhem and chaos wherever they went. And he knew that Elrond loved to have Legolas to stay too. Their friendship was kept alive by their sons and that was good enough for the both of them.

But that didn't stop him from missing Legolas every time the golden-haired child left. But he knew that Legolas' benefit would be great and the welfare of his child was always top priority. His child's heart needed healing, and Rivendell was the only place where that would happen.

He knew he could trust Elrond with his son's life even though Legolas did seem to end up in the healing ward more than most elves had in their entire life and Legolas had barely left infant-hood. His son seemed to attract disaster and nearly always ended up paying for it rather painfully. He had been in the healing ward 5 times in one week before, all for different mishaps.

But he knew that whatever happened Legolas would be safe within the secure confines of Imladris.

And with that thought, Thranduil carried on working, with not even an inkling of the trouble that his beloved son was in right now.

Running through the trees, his golden hair was whipped about his face by the wind. Thythen, the warrior he had been paired with, ran alongside him, valiantly searching for the missing Prince.

Not a trace had been found since they had left and it was clear to most that the Prince had evidently not wanted to be found. The tracks had basically stopped before they had even started. The only hint that showed them that Legolas had even left Rivendell was the light footprint that had been left at the base of a tree at the start of Rivendell's immense forest.

It was common knowledge that the woodland Prince had a special bond with trees and it was even more commonly known that one of his favourite things to do was: tree climbing. And he was rather good at it. Better in fact, than many elves almost ten times his age!

All this information put together obviously led to the conclusion that Legolas had taken to the trees, leaving no hint at all, as to which direction he had disappeared to.

Glorfindel really hoped that the other members of the search party were having much better luck than they were.

Nothing. They had found nothing at all. Even though they didn't have as strong a connection with the trees as the Mirkwood elves did, the elves of Rivendell could still communicate with them if only primitively; they could only feel the trees' emotions, they were unable to communicate with them.

It was clear to Elladan however, that the trees did not want to help them find Legolas. They were protecting the Prince and the twins would bet their favourite daggers that Legolas hadn't even asked them to do it.

Looking over at Elrohir who was running in perfect unison with him, Elladan sighed. They had been searching for about an hour now and still they had come up with nothing.

He was just about to voice his concern to his twin when the trees suddenly changed. Everything around them seemed to stop. Even the wind that had only seconds before blowing their long brown tresses into their eyes, limiting their view, had just seemed to come to a complete standstill.

Stopping in their tracks as suddenly as the woods around them, the twins looked quizzically at each other.

"What-?" Elrohir never finished because as that moment, the woods came alive again. But the trees' mood had definitely changed. They were no longer indifferent to the twins' presence. They were now filled with fear and seemed to reach out to the two confused elves that stood in their midst.

After a minute or two of just standing there wondering what had brought on this great change, realisation struck the two so hard that it nearly knocked them off their feet.

Legolas! The trees are frightened for Legolas!

And it was at that precise moment that a loud high-pitched scream, echoed in the dark of the night.

TBC…

I hope you liked it! Please review! Please! Please!

Trini

Xxx

Review Responses

Boromir – Well, I'm glad you liked it! And I will email you after I've finished posting to tell you that I have! Lolzz

Mary – I'm glad you loved it! I hope you like this chapter too!

Estelle1 – hehe Me? I'm not doing anything…/incredulous looks/ fine! I'm maybe being a bit evil…You are evil! The balrog/gulp/ erm…here/shoves this chapter into your face/ I hope you like it! Hehe

Astalder27 – Yup! They better hurry up huh?

Haldir's heart and soul – Yes orcs! Come on twins! Hurry up! Hehe

Theo Darkstar – Oh I really want to see that film! Two of my best friends have seen it and they love it! A horrid lier? What did I lie about/is now very confused/

Werewolflemming – Sorry, I did end it there! Haha and yes I did warn you so don't blame me! Hehe Yeh, that's why it took so long because I was trying to make it really long to say sorry for it taking so long/that totally doesn't make sense!hehe/ I hope you like this chapter too!

MCross – yes the poor darling! He's just walked into an orc camp Shell, of course nothing bads gonna happen! MUHAHAHA/cough/ They're in Rivendell so no spiders!

I hope you liked this chapter too!

Silverstreak wolf – Yes, evil cliffie! Hehe Yeh, at least he has a little chance of rescue…but it is only a little…hehe Yup! He's still sick aswell! I hope you like this chapter as much as the last one!

A. NuEvil – As many people have told me before: I am evil! Hehe Yes, come on Imladris people! Find him!

Arialas – I am being evil yes. Deserve it? Oh I wouldn't say that! He's too cute to deserve anything bad! I'm just…being evil!

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed! Until next time!