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Legolas and Aragorn tensed at the sound of Dater's voice echoing thought the woods.

The dark-haired human held his breath and pressed himself against the side of the cave. He let his eyes wander to the elf who appeared to be doing the same. His blue eyes were closed tightly as he attempted to regulate his breathing.

"Come out, come out. I know yer here somewhere." The gruff voice yelled.

Aragorn tensed again at the sound of Dater approaching. There was no way that Dater was idiotic enough to not see the small cave from where he was. Which meant that both he and the prince were in deep trouble.

The footsteps grew closer and soon the outline of Dater's form could be seen at the mouth of the cave

They had been found.

Dater walked up to the human and the elf, obviously alone.

Legolas looked at the approaching human and attempted to stand. There was no way that he would sit by and be captured without a fight.

Aragorn seemed to see what the blond was doing for he shakily stood up and pressed his hand on the elf's shoulder to stop him from moving.

His grey eyes met the princes as he gave the elf a disapproving look. Aragorn quickly decided that Legolas was in no condition to be fighting. The elf could barely stand on his own, let alone fight weaponless.

One bad hit to the arrow wound and the blond could be seriously hurt.

Aragorn stood tall despite the pain in his ribs and muscles, and watched as Dater continued to make his way into the small cave alone. Aragorn looked for the other who were sure to be following, but saw no one.

Dater seemed to see what Aragorn was doing and let out a mighty laugh. His dark eyes flickered to Aragorn.

"No. No one's following me. I have you all to myself." He said as he took a step closer. Aragorn protectively stepped in front of an injured Legolas.

"I'm sure Sadir would not appreciate that." Aragorn said, his confidence raised that he was only dealing with Dater only.

Dater seemed to flinch at Sadir's name, but quickly recovered and spat at the ground.

"Sadir won't mind. I'll just say that you put up some resistance." He said and quickly turned his attention to the elf and cracking his knuckles.

"I just want justice." He spat, glaring daggers at Legolas.

Aragorn began to speak, but was interrupted by the blond.

"I did not destroy your village." He said, returning with a sharp glare of his own.

Dater let out another laugh that seemed to shake the cave.

"But I might know who did." Legolas said, his voice strong and confident, betraying his feeble look. The dark human looked uncertainly at the elf.

"What did you say?" Dater said and took a step forward facing the elf.

Legolas did not falter.

"Doesn't it seem odd that only Sadir identified the attack as elven?" he said.

Dater had a perplexed look on his face, as if it never occurred to him that maybe Sadir was lying.

"Elves are peaceful. We would gain nothing but bloodshed from destroying your village." Legolas continued. Dater didn't speak; his eyes were cold and calculating.

Aragorn looked from Dater to Legolas, perplexed at what the elf was doing.

"But by destroying your village, Sadir would give you reason to hate the elves."

Dater clenched his fists tight. Aragorn could see the internal struggle that he was going through. He tried to deny it, but on the inside, Dater knew that Legolas was right.

"Don't you see? He is using you and all the men." Legolas said harshly, aware that Dater was considering what was being said.

Dater gave a sharp look to Legolas and then to Aragorn, his teeth tightly clenched.

"Are you saying that Sadir is the one responsible for the destruction of our village?" Sadir asked through his teeth.

Legolas did not need to give an answer. Dater already knew in his mind that Sadir was the one who caused all the pain he had gone through.

"That snake!" Dater exclaimed as he began to make his way out of the small cave.

"I'll kill him with my bare hands!" he shouted, eyes filled with a new rage. His anger showed clear in his voice as he stomped toward the mouth of the cave.

"Wait. You will only accomplish getting yourself killed." Legolas called.

Dater turned, rage slowly evaporating at the elf had said.

"We must first get help." Legolas said, eyes clear and serious.

"Where are we going to find help?" Dater spat, itching with aggravation.

Legolas looked from the aggravated human to a wide-eyed confused Strider, and smiled a weak smile.

"Mirkwood."

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Thranduil moved along quickly on his horse through the dark forest. Time was of the essence. He glanced along the trees, blue eyes assessing every suspicious noise or sound.

Sadir had told him to come alone.

And Thranduil would not endanger his only son's life by bringing along petty guards, who would only be a nuisance anyway.

His body filled with rage at the thought of what Sadir could, would, or had done to Legolas. He would not let the human get away unpunished.

Yes, he would play along with Sadir's game for now, but once Legolas was safe and sound, the Mirkwood king would bring his all of his fury down on the human. No one messed with his family.

The king gripped the reigns hard, as he continued riding through the night, keeping watch for anything suspicious. He would not be caught off-guard.

The close-knit trees soon gave way to a small clearing by a brook. In the middle of the clearing was a large gnarled tree that stretched out in every direction, drawing in the night air.

He dismounted and waited, listening to the wind through the trees.

This was the meeting place. He place that Sadir had told Thranduil in his most recent letter. But Sadir was no where to be seen.

Thranduil knitted his royal brow in concern. Sadir seemed very punctual in his letter, but now it seemed as though he would not show up.

Then suddenly, the trees began to whisper of someone approaching. Thranduil tensed. His fragile ears pricked up for sound as he heard several men approach. The king furrowed his brown even further.

If ears were not deceiving him, which that rarely did, it sounded as though there were only a few men coming.

Sadir would not be naïve enough to come with only a few men…

Unless it was part of his plan…

Thranduil let out an aggravated sigh in a very unkingly-like manner and waited as the first few forms appeared through the trees.

He tensed and squinted his eyes to see what appeared to be three men. One of the men seemed to be supporting the other, while the last man walked by himself.

As the faces became clearer, Thranduil assessed the men.

Hi hear nearly leapt out of his body at the sight.

He felt oddly paralyzed and unable to breathe as his face paled considerably.

He recognized the bruised, pale face, golden hair, and sharp delicate ears.

With a gasp he let out a simple whisper "Legolas…"


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