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Overthrown

Chapter Eight

Hobbits and Attackers

"Ada!" Legolas screamed, flying out of his bed. He could still hear his father's anguished screams as though they surrounded him. Legolas crossed the room swiftly and threw open the door with such force that it bounced off the wall with a resounding crash, thoroughly startling a young maid who was passing.

With none of his elvish grace, Legolas ran through the hall and took the stairs to the next level two at a time. The hall above was large and long, adorned with tapestries and glass windows over looking Pelenor Field beyond. What was once not long ago scorched earth and trampled yellow grass was now a rolling field of hills and rocks, again smooth and bearing no sign of war.

A servant at the other end of the hall watched Legolas, wide eyed, as he swept passed him and then stopped. Turning, he eyed the man for a moment before motioning he come forward. Timidly, the servant took a few steps closer to the elf but stayed out of arm's reach.

Keeping his voice low so as not to wake anyone else with his half-mad tramping about, Legolas whispered loud enough for the man to hear, "Where is King Elessar and Queen Arwen's room?" The servant considered him for a moment through fearful eyes, took a deep breath, and raised a shaky hand, pointing to a staircase at the other end. Legolas raised a dark eyebrow. "Where?"

"Third door on the left." The man whimpered. Legolas smiled slightly, and turned, rushing along the hall. He'd just hit the staircase when Arwen came down, pulling on a crimson night coat. When she saw him she clutched at her chest and made a strangled sound.

"Your scream woke me." She said, moving down slowly toward him. "Are you alright?" Legolas shook his head but said nothing and didn't try and pull away when she reached out and ran a warm hand down his face. "Legolas…"

"I need to see Aragorn, it's urgent." Legolas interrupted, grabbing her hand and pulling it away. Arwen nodded and turned, looking up the stairs. Legolas heard it to, the soft (but definitely human) patter of feet. Soon, Aragorn was coming down the stairs to, fully dressed. When he saw them below, his face relaxed.

"Arwen woke me." He said, stopping a few stairs above them. "Are you alright, Legolas?" The elf shook his head. "What happened?"

"My father, he called me." Legolas said. Arwen and Aragorn both wore identical looks of pity and confusion. "In my sleep, I saw him. He was dimming, his form was growing colder. He held out his hand and I tried to grab it but I couldn't. We were dark and cold…" Legolas shuddered and turned determined eyes on the King. "We have to go to him, soon."

Aragorn raised a hand and nodded. "Yes, I know, we will leave tomorrow." Legolas shook his head.

"No, we leave today." He said a little more forcefully then he had intended. Softening his voice, he lowered his eyes and added, "We must leave today."

"The men are not ready. They need another day." Aragorn came down the rest of the way and took Arwen's place on the stair in front of Legolas. Arwen descended the rest of the way and waited patiently by a window in the hall below. Aragorn played with his hands before answering. "I know you concerns for your father, Legolas, but he may not even be in Mirkwood." Legolas sighed. "Now, go back to your room, I will join you soon. We have to get ready for dawn tomorrow."

Legolas said nothing. Silently, he went back down the stairs and ignored Arwen as she reached out to catch him as he passed. He felt her fingertips on his shoulder but didn't stop. Back in his room, he looked into the full length mirror and finally understood why the servant had looked so scared.

His hair was loose, free of all braids and hanging around his shoulders, rumpled in some places from sleep. His bare torso was still bandaged on his right side but black poison tendrils stood out shockingly clear on his pale skin. They'd moved up his side to the underside of his arm, across his chest almost at his left and up his back along his spine. Legolas shuddered again, running a finger along the black rivers under his skin. What would happen if he just tried cutting it out? He felt so unclean with them there…

Quickly braiding his hair, Legolas was about to pull on his shirt when there was a knock on his bedroom door. Outside stood Elrohir, a folded bundle of clothing in his arms. When he saw Legolas he smiled but it faded away slowly.

"You look awful, Legolas." He said simply, moving past the other elf and into the room. The balcony doors were closed and there was no light in the room. Only their Elvish vision could penetrate the gloom around them. When he'd shut the door, Legolas moved to the doors and pulled them open. The pale light of morning, mixed with the damp smell of last night rain filled the room.

"Good morning to you, also, Elrohir." Legolas said, turning back to his friend who was standing beside the bed. Blankets scattered the floor and a pillow had managed to find its way to the chair beside the door.

"I see you had a rough night." Elrohir replied, laying the clothes down on the bed and taking a seat beside them. "These are for you by the way."

Legolas moved across the room and picked up the first item of clothing, a beautiful shirt. He could tell it was made in Rivendell, the diamond pattern of crisscrossing branches scattered in the back were in the shape of trees that only grew there. The fabric was light green, so light in fact it looked white and would be perceived so to anyone who only glanced at it. Legolas ran a slender hand along the fabric and felt the soft material, like a cloud on his skin.

"The best I had." Elrohir said proudly, reaching out and moving a hand along it to. "It goes underneath this one, most of the time." He patted another shirt in the pile. Legolas laid down the shirt and picked up the next item. It was shorter then the other and much like the green one he'd worn on his travels with the fellowship. The material was dark blue, almost black and shifted to purple, red and green in different light. Though heavier then the other, the material was softer and seemed like it would be more breathable.

The last item was a pair of tan breeches. They were tight fitting, being meant for riding and climbing trees. Legolas laughed lightly and smiled at Elrohir. "Thank you." He said, setting them all down on the bed again. "I could never have survived through the next few days wearing Aragorn's clothing." Elrohir shook his head and got to his feet.

"Get dressed, that annoying dwarf downstairs wishes to see you." With that he was gone. Legolas dressed quickly and surveyed himself in the mirror. The green undershirt fell past his hip and half way between his back and the top of his knees. The over shirt was held tight with his belt, outlining every muscle on his body. Legolas sighed wearily and left the room, joining Aragorn who had been coming to get him. Together, they went down stairs and joined the 'annoying dwarf' and the other representatives.

Later that day, Legolas and Gimli were to be found roaming the streets of Minas Tirith with a contingent of three guards. Legolas followed his over eager friend silently as the dwarf searched for yet another pub to hit. After being in two already, Legolas was weary and thought if he smelled any more alcohol, he'd vomit.

They were just making their way up a side street that led down to the next level when there was a joyful cry and light footsteps on the stone road behind him. Legolas turned at the same moment a small figure hit him right in the gut, knocking the wind from him. The guards moved to advance but Legolas held up a hand to stop them.

Gently, Legolas pried the small Hobbit off him and held him at arm's length. Pippin's shinning face smiled up at him in the waning sunlight. "Legolas!" He cried again, "It's so good to see you!"

Legolas smiled. "And you, Pippin." He answered. Gimli stumped to their side and Pippin launched himself at the dwarf to. Chuckling and patting the creature on the head, Gimli said, "Well master Hobbit, it took you long enough to get here."

Pippin pulled away and straightened his clothes as though he were trying to get a hold of himself. "Did you get my message? Did Maralva make it?"

"You mean that little Hobbit you sent? The one who was so scared, he almost…" Legolas nodded and spoke over Gimli.

"Yes, he arrived. Your comments were much appreciated." Pippin smiled proudly and then turned his eyes on the city. He whistled.

"It's much bigger then I remember." He said. Finally, he hiked the pack up higher on his back and turned back to the other two. "Are you both headed up to the tower?" He asked. Gimli laughed and shook his head.

"Oh no, we're going to find another pub, right elf?" He clapped Legolas hard on the shoulder, making him wince. Grabbing his side, Legolas feigned a smile that looked more like a grimace and shook his head.

"I'm finished for the day, I think." He said. Gimli looked crestfallen and Pippin was watching him with mixed curiosity and concern. Legolas let his hand drop from his side and turned to his guards. "I won't need you; I can make it back to the tower myself." The men looked uneasy and nodded. "Besides," Legolas turned back to Gimli, "I daresay if you make enemies of another pub owner, you'll need them." Gimli looked insulted.

"The pub owner will need them." He answered. Looking Legolas up and down, he added half-heartedly, "I suppose you'll come back and keep me company later?" Legolas shook his head and, after a while Gimli shrugged, a conspiratorial glint in his eye.

"You can't hold your alcohol anyway." He said, "Elves have the weakest stomachs in the world." Legolas let it slide.

"Drink mine for me Dwarf." He said. Walking up the street, he called over his shoulder, "I daresay you would anyway!"

The streets were quiet. A few people spared him a glance but most were closing up for the coming night. Many of the men the delegates had brought with them, were wandering around the city in little groups, either buying food and supplies for the coming journey or scouting out for a good time. Legolas even passed Eowyn and a group of her guards.

He was coming up on the last level when there was a disturbance in the alleyway. Three shadowed figures were at the far end, one pinning the smallest shadow to the wall of a shop, the third standing behind watching. Legolas cautiously moved down the ally and picked up the sound of a frightened voice.

"No, no, I understand perfectly." It squeaked. "I understand." Though the voice was full of strain, Legolas recognized it as Lodrin's. He mumbled something unintelligible before the man pinning him smacked him across the mouth, hard. That was it. Taking a quick step out from his hiding place, Legolas cleared his throat loudly to announce his presence.

The man holding Lodrin to the wall let him go and flicked his wrist sharply. There was a whistling and Legolas back flipped, the dagger just passing inches from his torso. It hit the wall just as he landed on his feet, hand flying to his back where he was met with empty air. He'd left all his weapons back in his room!

The third man had disappeared but the second was on him in a second, sword slashing wildly. Legolas dogged and sidestepped the blade, waiting patiently for an opening. When it appeared, he took it.

The man had made a wild swing, the sword sliced through the air just over Legolas' blond hair and cutting off a small chunk of it. Coming in under the man's swing, Legolas charged him, grabbing him around the waist and bowling him to the ground.

Man and Elf rolled wildly on the ground, head over heels, sideways; the world was all over the place. Legolas kept a tight grip on the man's sword hand with his right hand, his other hand trying to block the man's punches. They rolled for what seemed like forever before hitting the wall of the store. The man's sword went clattering away down the alleyway and into a pile of garbage nearby. Now weaponless, he managed to roll over on top of Legolas, pinning him with his legs on wither side.

Legolas wiggled his legs free and crossed them over the man's chest. With a swift move, he grabbed the man's legs from either side and sat up, pushing the man onto his back with his weight. The man, however, had been taught grass combat and countered by rolling backwards and twisting to the side. Legolas and him parted rolling in different directions.

Pulling himself painfully to his feet, Legolas prepared for attack again. The man, puffing, pulled a knife from a sheath at his side and flashed it at the elf, the bluish steel glinting in the sun. Legolas' eyes widened, but not because of the dagger.

The clasp on the man's cloak had broken and his shirt beneath was uncovered. He wore a green tunic with a gold tree and a moon. Visions of the men who attacked Mirkwood floated through his head. This was one of them! One of the unknown men! Legolas' hands balled into fists so tight, his nails cut into his palms.

The man saw his reaction and looked down at his shirt. Fingering the material, he laughed. The sound chilled Legolas to the bone. "You recognize me, child?" He asked. Legolas growled. "We were wondering where you had gone."

"Where is my father?" Legolas hissed. The man shrugged.

"I have no idea." He was lying, Legolas could hear his heart quicken, see his pupils contract and the sweat prickling on his skin. "I do, however, know where another elf is." He threw a small silver object across the ally. Legolas caught it and glanced down at the small necklace in his palm.

It was Laren's. She'd worn it the night they were attacked, the small moon glinted silver in his hand, the end of it chipped off leaving jagged ridges along the end.

"Ahm." The man groaned, closing his eyes and licking his lips. "She is a fighter. We have her tamed now, though her wild spirit will never completely diminish." Legolas felt the hatred rising. He was about to lose all the Elvish composure he possessed. His warrior instincts were giving away to raw emotion. Slowly, he stepped forward. The man was ready and waiting.

They collided again, Legolas smashing the man into the wall with such force his breath was knocked from his body. All the anger, pain, sadness and fear that had welled inside him, boiling for the last few days spilled over his calm reserve. He fought furiously until he was tired, exhausted from what he was putting up.

The man seemed tireless, like he was an elf. Not even Aragorn could have stood up to what Legolas was putting out. After a few minutes of furious battling, the man managed to get through Legolas' guard, body slamming him into the ground. His head hit a large rock and the world spun before his eyes.

Leaning down, the man ran his tongue over a trickle of blood running down Legolas' forehead. Smiling, he sighed. "I seriously believed the Prince of Mirkwood would have put up a stronger fight." Suddenly, his fist shot out and hit Legolas' right side, right on his wound.

Legolas screamed, back arching as a spasm of pain ran up his side. Eyes rolling back, Legolas tried to concentrate on his breathing. The man was laughing; he could dimly hear it above him. "Giving up so soon?" Legolas heard the distinctive sound of a dagger being unsheathed.

Forcing his eyes open, he saw the outline of the man above him against the dimming sky, memorizing the smiling face above him. Red beard, and curly red hair framing a tanned face. The man had black teeth and blood smeared the corner of his lip. Raising the dagger above his head, he was about to bring it down when there was a loud Twang and an arrow embedded itself in his back, punching out the front of his shoulder and spraying Legolas' face with blood. The man cried out, cursing and turned too looked behind him.

Legolas couldn't react. He couldn't make his limbs move and grab this man, kill him while he was distracted. It was a shape springing from his left and knocking the man off him that saved him. Rolling his head to the side, Legolas watched Lodrin rolled across the ground with the man. A quick punch across the young man's face dislodged him. The attacker got shakily to his feet and then took off into the gathering darkness at the end of the ally.

Lodrin slowly got to his feet, clutching the side of his face. He came shakily over to the fallen Elf prince and fell to his knees beside him. "Are you alright?" He asked, wincing as his sore jaw moved. Legolas nodded and tried to sit up but the pain in his side dragged him back down again. "I can't believe no one heard all that noise."

"You saved my life." Legolas said. Lodrin smiled shyly and shook his head.

"No, you saved mine. I was just avenging myself." Lodrin answered. Legolas' eyes moved from the young man to the roof top above him. A figure stood at the top of it, an elf figure, holding a bow. Legolas couldn't see the elf's face; he was entranced by the figure's cloak floating in the breeze. They stared at each other for a moment before the elf turned and disappeared along the roof top.

"We have to get back to the tower." Legolas said. Reaching out a hand, he held it to Lodrin. "I need you to help me up." Lodrin looked at him doubtfully and then offered Legolas a shaking hand. Painfully, Legolas got to his feet, clutching his side. He was sure the stitches were ripped open.

Slowly they moved through the rest of the city, making it to the tower just as the night fell and veiled stars glinted in the sky.

DUN DUN DUN…the plot thickens!

To My Reviewers:

Shadowolf XIII: They didn't die! Your weird man, you know that! Awe, I miss you. I haven't seen you in four days. I miss your sarcastic comments…not! LOL, kidding. Your killer demons? Bring 'em on! LOL. See you tomorrow at school!

Elessar-Lover: I know I'm mean to him, but I'm also mean to Legolas and I will be terrible to all the other characters at some point. LOL, I'm evil all around. Don't worry, I'm supposed to be going to bed but look how that's turned out! LOL.

Slayer3: Yep, those evil bunnies led me right. They are very evil. I was surprised at how evil they got. And to think, they've taken over every pet shop and child's wish list! It's a conspiracy.

Legolas-gurl88: OMG, you made me blush. I seriously think I could do better though. Sometimes I go really fast, trying to get my ideas down and the quality suffers. I would re-do this chapter but I really usually only have time to write on the weekends and, as tomorrow is Monday I dashed this off. Oh, I love Legolas to! I started reading the books before I saw the movies (I got half way through) but Legolas was my favorite then…then I saw the movies! drool. I'm reading them now and he's still my favorite! Anyway, I'm rambling. Gimli and simplicity! He reminds me of my oldest brother. LOL.

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Faerlas: Um…okay, up until the conversation with Thranduil and the guard? Well, that's weird. You see, the guard is not as bad as he seems and he just sets up the work station for the torture. Aron is the bad guy (named after a boy in my class with a bad temper who I always seem to get partnered with for everything!) and I leave out a lot because that will all be revealed later. LOL. I can't say to much because it might give something away to the plot.

Kelsey Estel: I can't tell you what will happen with Legolas. Let's just say, it will get worse before it gets better (If it gets better). Man, your good. You picked up on the windows but I can't tell you if you got it right or not. There will be something important later. Holy, I got chills at some of your theories but your right and wrong for most. LOL. Good job, though. Yeah, with Thranduil I noticed after you pointed it out. I'm sorry. LOL that's a hard name to write again and again. Keep reading, all your questions will be answered…however slowly and secretly.

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AranelofMirkwood: Yeah, I feel for Thranduil as well. But hey, at least he's got that one guard right? And a sexy son to think about…though it would be gross if he himself thought Legolas was sexy. I don't write that kind of stuff, don't worry.

Ilana Starr: I love the little quote you put in there. Yeah, dialogue is so hard to write realistically though. It makes me mad. LOL I hope you liked this chapter.

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