Disclaimer: Hmm, here we go again...I do not claim to own anything that is from Tolkein's genius mind.

Chapter three

Legolas was shown to a small room by Douglas, and the door was promptly closed, the Elf hearing the distinct sound of a heavy lock falling into place.

He had heard the exchange between the woman and older man as he was lead away, discussing his fate. Why would they think he was a spy? Why was he on this ship? And most important of all, where in Middle Earth was he? The prince sighed in frustration. He had no answers to his questions, only more questions.

Taking a deep breath, he smelled the salty taint of the ocean on the air, mixed with the dank scent of the room.

Glancing around at the sparsely-furnished cabin, he sat down in a worn wooden chair, somehow knowing that he was going to be in that small room for a long time.

Up on the deck, Douglas was speaking with the captain.

"He's en th' cabin, sir," he drawled, standing beside the captain at the rail.

The captain remained silent, staring out over the waves.

"Erin? Wha es wrong, lass?" the older man asked from her other side.

Erin turned sad green eyes on him. "Iain, wha does our visitar remind ye o'?"

Iain shrugged his broad shoulders, at a loss for a connection.

"Doona tell me thet ye canna see th' man look's like Jamie, Mr MacPherson!" her eyes were suddenly angry, cold in her wrath.

Iain shook his grey head. "A'm sorry, lass. I dinna notice until ye pointed et out."

Erin bit back an angry retort, instead glaring out over the endless expanse of water before them. Turning from the rail, she went to her quarters, her long, rolling stride stiff as her back.

The second mate watched his captain stalk away, and turned curious eyes on his older brother. "Iain, wha was Jamie?"

"Jamie was her twin, Duncan."

"Was?"

"Aye, lad. He's dead," Iain told his half-brother gravely.

The next morning, Douglas came back to the room, and escorted Legolas to the deck, where the captain stood with the first mate.

"Let's try thes again," the woman said, her voice low and rough, reminding the prince with a sharp pang of Aragorn. "Wha es yer nem."

After a moment of silence from the Elf, the first mate stepped forewards.

"Just answer th' question, lad," he said.

"Legolas," the prince admitted grudgingly.

"Where are yeh from?" the captain pressed.

"Mirkwood," he answered without hesitation. Immediately, he mentally kicked himself for blurting that out.

The woman narrowed her piercing green eyes, daggers in them.

"I knew it," she growled at Douglas, her eyes sliding over to Iain.

"What is going on here?" Legolas asked, growing angry at his treatment.

"Deal wi' hem accordin'ly," the woman almost snarled at the first mate, then went to her chambers.

When she was gone, Iain shook his head, smiling thinly at the Elf.

"Now thet we doona hae thet seabhag here enymore, let's try thes en a civilized manner. Where are yeh from again?"

"Mirkwood," Legolas sighed.

"An' where be thet?"

"Far, far away," the Elf replied. "Now may I ask a question?"

Iain nodded, somewhat wary.

"Where am I?"

"Aboard the Seahawk, on our way to anywhere but Scotland," was the answer. Though Iain felt he could trust the man, he was reluctant to reveal too much in case his hunch was wrong.

"Should I ask why you're headed anywhere but Scotland?" Legolas was getting a feeling he wouldn't like the answer.

"Because th' lass has a price on her head," the first mate sighed gravely.

Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry this is so lame. It will get better though, as soon as we get things rolling. Also, I must apologize for not updating when I said I would- my computer crashed and it took forever to get back.