yes, well, if you aren't very good at finding mistakes -like me- then I'm just asking if you see any!

I know I'm updating faster than usual, but I couldn't wait to post this chapter!

Happy New year!

oh, and, here's a tiny hint, this story is rated 13+ because, well, if you can't handle battle scenes, then skip this chapter. There aren't very many left! oh, no!

"Look out!" some one cried as Shebak whipped her tail around knocking many off their horses and tossing them around like rag dolls. Aragorn was thrown off his horse as it reared in terror as the snakes head came closer to devour him. It tried to break for the trail but the snake lunged, catching it in mid jump. There was a terrible shriek, and the horse dropped from its mouth, her fangs dripping with blood.

"Ai! Hey! You cursed beast! Come bring your neck to my swords!" Landir shouted waving his twin blades. Shebak turned its attention from the other elves, (who were grouped together, well, all that was left of them) and slithered over slowly to Landir who stood his ground and raised his broadswords.

"Don't be a fool Landir!" Aragorn shouted as he stood up, "It'll kill you!"

"Human I do not cower from my enemies as you would!" the snake edged closed hissing, licking the blood from his teeth.

"What are you waiting for?" Aragorn turned to the elves, "Kill her!"

"Fire!" an elf cried, "Fire! Bring her down! Kill her!" so the elves drew their bows at lightning speed and fired arrows at its head, tail, everywhere. As the arrows pierced her flesh the monster bellowed, and whipped around not knowing which way to turn.

"You stupid beast! Come over here so I can kill you!" Landir screamed angrily to her. Now that had gotten her attention, so she struck. Once, twice blood splattered everywhere, and you could hear the foolish elf's screams. Then, all was quiet, the elves, ranger and the few horses that were left. Aragorn shook his head slowly his eyes averted from Landir's lifeless eyes. He looked around to see how many elves were left- wait, where was the king?

The king rode away quietly from his guards, he had to find his son. He dismounted and tied it loosly to a branch, and turned to face the caverns mouth. It had a foreboding aura that chilled his skin and would have made many step back. It would take more to scare the King of Mirkwood, however, so he walked soundlessly into the dark cave until he was swallowed up by darkness.

"My sweet sweet Greenleaf, you would not leave me?" a familiar voice rang through the dark hall. Thranduil was walking through a dark, dreary hallway lit up by what looked like green fire bugs zooming around.

"Yes Naneth." his son's voice murmured through the dark.

"Legolas?" Thranduil called as he quickened his pace. There was no answer, Thranduil was now running down the hallway."Legolas!" he shouted and he saw someone he didn't expect to see until the end of his days. His wife. Her face was lit up by her vibrant green eyes. What? Since when had his wife had green eyes that were- a really creepy, glowing green. This imposter was embracing his son, Legolas had his eyes closed and was unconscious of all else that was going around him.

"Sacarr. Let my son go." he said quietly to the shape shifter. "Don't you touch him!"

"Why would I do that when my work is not complete?" Sacarr said in an annoying sing-song voice. "You will not ruin my fun!" he exclaimed in a deeper, commanding voice. His face seemed to stretch, the mouth taking up the lower half of the face, and the eyes freakishly big. And as Thranduil drew his silver blade, vines rapped themselves around his legs and arms. They pulled themselves out of the ground and off the walls and winded so tightly around he had trouble breathing and he had dropped his sword.

"Legolas-!" a vine slapped itself across his mouth cutting off his voice.

"If you speak, your son will die, and you will watch me as I tear his face off! Oh! Wait, you'll have to watch it anyway!" Sacarr said in a falsly sweet voice.

"Thmud hm humanah!"

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that?"

The vine unraveled itself so he could speak, "Take me instead!"

"How noble, my advice to you is to keep quiet and I might not kill all of your people. But, I will undoubtably kill you and your son." the vines tightened around Thranduils body.

"My son! Greenleaf, how I missed you!" the thing said to his son and he drew him in further in his embrace. It gripped the sides of his son's fair face. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The arrow that came whizzing into the room, right through the gap between Legolas's face and Sacarr's mask. Sacarr hissed and turned away from his prey, this would have to wait.

"SHEBAK!" he screamed, "Where are you?"

"She is dead," the ranger said as he stepped out of the shadows, "I killed her with my blade."

"You cursed HUMAN! How dare you kill my servant!" Sacarr shrieked to Aragorn and he drew his blade.

Aragorn! You have come! Thranduil thought, as his people, his kin came and barred the entrance. The vines seemed to go limp, as if they were unsure, but that was all that he needed to break free of their grasp.

"Aragorn, I will kill him." he said to the ranger grimly his eyes on the shape shifter as he picked up his sword. "Will you get my son out of here?"

"Of course." Aragorn replied looking shocked at his friends pale face. The shaped shifter changed into a fierce, evil looking four eyed black body. It was slouching slightly, it had no hands. Only blades that looked razor sharp.

"You cursed being, I will wipe you off the face of this earth!" the king shouted running forward.

Their blades met, their feet danced. The sound of steel meeting steel filled the cavern and they stepped backwards and lunged into an never-ending dance of blades. For hours it seemed to drag on, until at last Thranduils limbs turned heavy. Sacarr pushed Thranduil back and sliced his stomach, blood dripped onto the dirt and the king fell to his knees. Sacarr leaned forward and changed his shape to a fair elf maid. His wife.

"Thranduil, why did you abandon me?" she asked tears running down her face.

Thranduil closed his eyes and said through clenched teeth, "I did not Sacarr,"

"Oh, then why did she cry that as I stole her face and placed her body inside me?" he asked with quiet menace.

"You killed my wife, you will not kill any more!" Thranduil yelled, and stabbed the demon through his blackened heart. A terrible scream rang through the cavern that made all feel faint and clutch their hands to their ears. Thranduil saw his sons face in Aragorns arms and stood up wincing, and as his guards ran towards him and one jostled his stomach wound. He knew no more as he was swallowed by darkness.

will Thranduil and Legolas live?

TBC...