Hello, hello. One thousand thanks to all of my reviewers! So, on a few notes. I did mean to mention this in the last chapter. Yes, I did figure Leafie out from Nili, but I needed a nickname for Legolas, because Glorfindel has to be 'Sunny'. That poor, poor elf!

There was something else I was going to say…I just can't remember…oh yes! We are opening with a flashback of Godéad's, just so no one is confused.

A young boy sat in a small field below the window of a high tower, once hand clutching firmly at the grass, the other tossing a ball up in the air, then down, and then up again. A woman with dark locks stood not far off, conversing quietly with a woman whose own hair was the color of steel.

"My girl, it would appear my eldest son is happy with you," the steel-haired woman spoke softly.

"Indeed, and I am happy with him. He is more than I could have dreamed for…" she said softly. The steel-haired one smiled.

"That is good, a good match for both our families."

"Yes, I agree, thank you my lady Tinclaws," the woman or rather girl replied. She was pretty, petite and innocent looking with dark ringlets that fell towards the middle of her back. The woman beside her, Tinclaws, was tan from years of labor, and carried herself as one who knew she had status. She had married wealthy, and years as a peasant had taught her much in the art of guile, she was crafty and a dangerous opponent. She had taken on a new apprentice no more than a month ago, a bright baby girl of two months. Her parents had been ready to dispose of her.

"Lôneth! Come here my boy!" the woman looked too old to have children, she had been when she had had her youngest child. But the innocent youth brought laughter into her life, laughter she had been devoid of since her eldest son, Godéad, had turned fifteen.

The dark haired youth ran up and grabbed his mother's skirts.

"Mama! Can I go play with Godéad now?"

"No melui nin, Godéad is busy with his papers!"

"It is fine, mother, I will play with the child," Godéad said, appearing next to them.

Tinclaws glared, "the child is your brother. Address him as such."

"He deserves no respect; he is naught but an imp. Useless."

"Mama?"

"Godéad! Hush with your talk! I am your mother, listen closely now. He is your family, and soon he will be your only family!"

Years later Godéad would wonder if she knew just how soon.

"I erased all traces of her sweet, little boy. No one knows who Lôneth is, no one will ever know. Lôneth died with mother," Godéad said bitterly to the painting of a brown haired woman on the wall, "I died with you."

He let out a large sigh and sank into his chair, his head in his hands. "They will pay, all of them! They destroyed me! It will not work…I will kill them, all of them. They will beg for my mercy before the end…"

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"Adar, no…saes, car-ú anna-naeg e!" Legolas murmured in his sleep, he rolled unto his side, crying out in elvish, "Estel! Daro! Daro! E no er-hên!"

Aragorn sat up, his back protesting sleeping on the ground like that; they had been moved from the healing wing that morning. He saw that he was the only one awake; Elladan was curled up in a corner with Glorfindel protectively in front of him.

"Legolas?" he murmured as he rubbed his eyes. His eyes landed on the elf, his friend was thrashing in his sleep, his look vulnerable. Aragorn winced in sympathy when he heard the elf cry out for his father.

Quietly, so as not to wake the others, he moved so he was next to his friend. He lay his hand on his best friends' arm. The elf froze and whimpered shying away from his touch.

"No…" the elf murmured. Aragorn shook his head and drew the elf against his chest, soothing him with gentle words. Slowly the elf relaxed and he awoke from his nightmare.

"Legolas, are you all right?"

"Ada…they…they killed him…"

"No, Legolas, they didn't, your father is safe mellon nin, I promise," as he spoke he knew it was a stupid promise, he couldn't promise him anything about Thranduil anymore than Legolas could promise him that Elrond was safe in Rivendell.

Whatever the logics behind the promise, Legolas relaxed after that and he leaned into Aragorn.

"I hate nightmares," Legolas muttered, "I'm fine Aragorn," he added.

Aragorn didn't make a comment when Legolas didn't move from his arms.

Soon he heard the elf's breathing even out and he leaned against the wall. He didn't move the elf and he watched in amusement as his brother rolled over, smacking Glorfindel in the face.

The Golden haired elf sat up and frowned, gently brushing dark hair from Elladan's face. Aragorn smiled and leaned his head back. He had just relaxed against the wall when Glorfindel sat up straight, his eyes narrowed.

"Man sa?" Aragorn asked.

"Cairdor approaches," the golden haired elf hissed. Glorfindel gently shook Elladan, preferring to wake the elf himself rather than allow Cairdor to wake him.

"Grab the ranger. The elves will follow," the man barked, his eyes dark with promise.

Legolas was ripped roughly away from the human, "Estel…" he said softly in surprise as he hit the cold floor.

"Up, you lazy elf!" one of the men kicked Legolas in the ribs. Aragorn fought them, trying to get to the elf. In the end he was dragged from the room, and Legolas, Elladan, and Glorfindel were restrained by two men.

They were brought to Godéad's study, the room Aragorn had first visited when he arrived at the fortress. In the room was the same black box, Aragorn felt a chill crawl up his spine at the sight of it.

He moved instantly in front of the elves and took Elladan's hand, trying to calm the elf that had paled considerably.

"Hush, shh, it is all right, I won't let them take you," he said softly.

"Do not worry, Thorongil, it is not the elf who will be put into the box this day. In fact, it will not be any elf who is put into this box," Godéad's eyes glittered darkly, leaving no room for doubt exactly who would be put into the horrible black box.

"No, put me in there instead, please," Legolas said. He said it to protect his friend, but he also said it so Elladan wouldn't have to.

He would not see the eldest son of Elrond put in that box again.

Godéad just grinned. "Put him in!" he commanded his men, Legolas caught a look of pure panic on his best friend's face as he was shoved into the black box.

I know that it is quite short, but my lovely AiH is interested in a quick chappy, so here it is! Also, I was going to say something else…but again I cannot remember what I was going to say.

Oh, and anyone who can tell me the band that wrote the lyrics in the title of my chapter gets to write a line for the next chappy!

Oh dear…my plot bunny is grinning at me…now I am frightend.

Review!

Adar, no…saes, car-ú anna-naeg e- Father, no, please, hurt him not, he is innocent!

Estel! Daro! Daro! E no er-hên- Estel! Stop! Stop! He is a child!

Mellon nin-my friend