Legolas looked about him. Ragen little paces ahead.
Legolas' cobalt eyes took in Ragen's form.
Ragen looked exactly the same as when Legolas last saw him, and yet, Ragen was entirely different.
His eyes concealed secret tales and hidden truths.
The soft patter of approaching hooves broke Legolas from his
Light reverie. Harnsil appeared beside Legolas, his face stern, taught with caution.
"Legolas, something is amiss.'' Harnsil quietly whispered to Legolas. His voice loud enough for only Legolas' ears.
" I am aware, Harnsil." Legolas replied coolly, his eyes confirming his grim words.
" Legolas, how do we know that Ragen is truly the elf you knew? How is it possible that he, of all the warriors in Mirkwood, would be spared of Melkor's evil?" Harnsil replied hastily, his strong façade slowly giving way to the shrill warnings in his mind.
" I do not know anything. I am merely following my instincts, though indeed, they whisper of ill events to come." Legolas said,
confiding in the shaken elf.
Legolas' eyes searched the woods surrounding their small party.
He elven eyes easily spotted 4 Mirkwood patrol in the tree limbs above them, nimbly leaping from limb to limb.
Their eyes jet-black.
Rounding the bend, Legolas' eyes widened as they took in the beautiful regal countenance of his home.
'ah, it has been long since I've laid eyes on you' Legolas thought,
a small wry smile on his beautifully crafted mouth.
Vanyll snorted, uncomfortable in the sudden crowd that surrounded the small party.
"Whoa..whoa..whoa!" Gimli called out, panick and surprise written all over his gruff features.
"Relax, nin mellon." Legolas assured Gimli. "Keep calm, do not allow them to see your panic." Legolas quickly counted 12 elves, their loyalty clear in the black orbs of their eyes.
Aragorn swiftly turned in his seat, they were surrounded by the sudden appearance of the Mirkwood warriors. All signs of Thranduil absent.
' Thranduil must be alive, Legolas would throw himself onto a dagger if his father were dead. Though first he'd almost immediately go into a homicidal rage and kill all involved with the 'murder'. Ai Valar.'
Aragorn scolded himself for thinking such dreadful thoughts. His eyes narrow with anger and danger.
Quickly recovered from the ambush. His face betrayed no emotion.
Coolly following the elves moves.
Hand tightened, clenching the hilt of Anduril.
What seemed to be the leader of the Mirkwood Warriors walked in front of the mediocre pack. Regally standing tall, his crimson hair flowing to his lower back, jet black eyes staring coolly at Legolas; his eyes shown with a mocking sarcasm, laughing at their predicament.
"What are you doing here, prince of Mirkwood? You are no longer welcome here." The elf said scornfully.
Legolas' eyes turned an angry shade of violet, betraying his emotions.
"Oh am I? Last time I checked, it was King Thranduil of Mirkwood who ruled these lands, not Feagan of Delving." His voice full of pride and sarcasm.
Feagan growled, his lip curling in a snarl at the biting remark.
"DARIN!" Feagan barked.
A few moments later, a large bulky elf stepped through between two elves.
"Yes my lord." Darin said, his voice deep and husky.
"Lead these..fine..creatures to their..rooms." Feagan said, with a moment of hesitancy, his eyes cruelly laughing.
"Yes sir." Darin responded.
He turned towards the small party, smiling wickedly.
He started for Legolas.
Legolas stared at Feagan, his eyes raging, glowing with violet/silver.
'How dare he mock me in my own home.' Legolas thought angrily.
It was not the mere words that shook Legolas to his core, it was the absence of his kin, his loyal friends and warriors that would have come to his aid in any other instant.
Where were they now? Where was his father?
A sharp order swiftly broke Legolas out of his reverie.
Before he realized what had transpired, a large male elf came barreling towards him.
"LEGOLAS!" Aragorn screamed, his skin turned an ashen gray. Eyes wide in horror.
Authors Note: Ouch, Cliffie. After all this waiting. Mwhaha