actually, I did mean to keep you hanging. Lol, it keeps people reading really. A big Thanks to my reviewers. This chapter should be longer and, well, still creepy.. if you picture these events in your head.

Rebel : I couldn't let you be my beta.. You would get all the surprises earlier! lol, I think I'll stick with correcting it myself, I need to work on it anyway.

Manke tanya tuula?- where did that come from?

ENJOY!

"I am alright!" despite his protests Aragorn had been forced to let the elves bandage and clean his wound. They dampened a cloth with stinging clear liquid and rapped clean white bandages tightly around his shoulder. Most of the few healers held no eye contact with him and removed his shirt to see his bruised rib cage.

"Manke tanya tuula?" one of the healers muttered to Aragorn frowning as she gently examined and prodded (Aragorn thought, or it felt as though she had gabbed it,) the blackened skin.

"Orcs." he replied wincing. "Alright! Enough!" he tugged his shirt back from a shocked girl, "May I see the king? I need to inform him of his son." but, there was no need to ask for at that moment the king burst through the doors of the healing wing, several concerned looking elves trailed behind him. Aragorn recognized the elf who had helped him off the horse. The elven king looked much like his son in appearance. War had touched his eyes and heart, you could see it on his face at times. The Elven king was pale, (like his son) tall and slimly built. He did have much strength however, despite how skinny he was. Blonde fell down his back, braided as were the warriors here, with a small crown of leaves and berries to symbolize autumn resting on his head. He was robed in a rich red embroidered with golden leaves that clashed with his grey eyes.

"Aragorn, were is he?" he said when he came beside the ranger, "Where is my son?" he added whispering.

Legolas groaned and tried to roll over but winced as he felt leaves and rough sand scrape across his bare shoulder. What happened? he thought to himself. Oh, yes, the snake... and the voice. Everything else was lost in a sea of sickening pain, on the verge of consciousness, them enveloped into darkness once more. Legolas lay still for a minute trying to calm his mind. Aren't I dead?

"I know you are awake elf prince, no need to pretend." a deep voice said, "Get up." it seemed to Legolas as he lay there on dead leaves that the voice had changed, from deep to high, a certain, strong flow, then weak ,as if the owner could not decide which voice to go for. Something dragged the elf up by the back of his tunic and Legolas opened his eyes to see a whispy figure. Well, actually, it seemed more like a skeleton, ragged clothes stretched over taunt grey skin. Bright green fire bugs seemed to shout out from the dull, bronze mask that obscured its face. The mask was blank, except for the two eye holes that had a blue vertical line going through both, lank black hair escaped from its depths.

"What do you want?" Legolas managed to ask quietly despite his shocked mind.

The 'face' laughed with a high, annoying tone, and quickly its voice changed to a sly, slimy voice, slightly stifled by its mask." Why else would I kidnap the so called 'prince' of Mirkwood? I want you." and he threw the elf down and his shape quickly changed into a very long, big centipede. Wriggling its spindly legs around and around, but it still had the creepy mask for its face. And he chuckled all the way down the passage way his voice echoing as a metallic 'clang'! Rang though the room. Legolas had finally gotten over the shock of being captive by that thing when he had got to look at his surroundings. he was in a rectangular room that at the very end, had a bend that led out of sight. The lanterns had a strange green glow that ran along the grey, stone walls. A small light was let through a bared window, not much, but some. Legolas had the strange feeling that he was in... a crypt.. There were bones littered on the stone floor where he lay on the sand. Not alot scared the Mirkwood Prince, but this was enough. He shivered, why did the thing want him?

In about half an hour a small party of elves ridding bareback on horses. King Thranduil in the lead with a guard and Aragorn beside him. The king had insisted that Aragorn be properly bandaged and his injuries clean despite his worry for his son. So, despite his wishes, Aragorn was forced to let the healers 'heal' him. About a half an hour later, they were off down the trail the friends had taken.

"I am sorry." Aragorn said to the king who looked worried, "We will find Legolas in time. I know we will." he gripped the reins of his horse tightly.

"If only you did Aragorn..." Thranduil said, his voice distant. He paused, his eyes on the trail, "Mirkwood worsens with each passing year, the elves have their realm and you were on the very border of it. There are worse things then orcs that dwell in this forest. He should be fine but... I cannot help but worry."

"But, we will find him. Legolas should be fine; your son spends every day outside in these woods!" Aragorn said.

"Aragorn, I do not know, I will hope that they were just orcs, but I do not know..." secretly, to himself, the king was terrified, this was like watching his wife loose her life all over again. He did not know what to expect, but he would find his son.

It was night probably when the elf awoke once more and his growling stomach had told him it had been awhile since he had last eaten. He had passed out? Probably, his shoulder ached, but had now settled into a dull throb. At least the bleeding had stopped. How long had he been unconscious? It must have been at least a day... normally, the prince would not have been hungry until the next day. He had not touched the food that had been laid on the floor, it was probably poisoned. Legolas wouldn't put it past that thing. Ai! that thing scared him, it must have been a shape shifter...yes, many elves had come back with tales of meeting a terrible monster, it stole faces and took the shape of others, usually loved ones that had met there doom. Only to lead another to it's trap. What did it want with him?

"CARR! Sssacarr! that was my name, if only if only I was still the sssame. Face ssstealer they called me, gobblin and worsssse. But they will all die..yesss... all die. yess. yess, ssshebak, you may have his remainsss." a terrible voice rang through the cavern that made Legolas clutch his ears and sqeeze his eyes shut. As the fit passed, and all the echo's died away a creak of a door hinge and a slam of a latch told the elf he was now alone to ponder what that had meant.

oh, if your wondering, Carr is the name of one of my teachers... he is so awesome! I thought... well, I would just like to get his name in there somehow as I will miss him when I 'go on' to the next grade... sooooooo uhuh.

Yay! My chapter is longer than all my other ones! not by much, but, I still am debating on part of the story...

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if i left u guys hanging' there.. Well, sorry, it was not intentional...