Legolas paused, his heart heavy with the news he must take to Rivendell. Gollum, the creature Mithrandir had entrusted the elves of Mirkwood to keep safe and watch over had escaped. One day when the elves, in their compassion, let Gollum take his daily climb in a tree guarded by them, orcs had attacked. When the battle had finished Gollum had been nowhere to be seen. The elves had thoroughly searched Mirkwood with the small hope that they would find the creature. As was suspected, Gollum had disappeared, and the elves were most likely to blame.
Sighing, Legolas emerged from the endless trees of Mirkwood and gazed into the distance, his keen elven eyes scanning the landscape in front of him. He had many miles to go before he made it to Rivendell. First he must cross the Anduin, the Great River, then he had to make the difficult treck across the Misty Mountains, and from there, go on across the plains to Rivendell and still after that he must tell the horrible news to Gandalf and Elrond.
Not that Legolas wasn't up to that challenge, nothing really interesting had happened since the Battle of the Five Armies, except for a few scrimmages between the spiders and such. Indeed Legolas had been getting rather bored, and he was expected to live untill, well, the end of the world.
Taking one last long look at the forest of his homeland, Legolas took a step towards the Misty Mountains. Little did he know that this was the beginning of a journey that would change him, and indeed the world, for the rest of all time.