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A being whisked through the wood.

It was a being of fire and air, a swirling mass of glittering cloud. It paused for a moment, getting its bearings, then took off a flurry of colour amoung the dark underbrush. It dashed through miles of rough terance and black trees. Not stirring anything but a leaf as it fluttered by.

It stopped suddenly at a cavern half hidden by vines. The stones were cracked from the roots of the trees that had woven its way into the fixture. Once, it might have been a building of great statue towering above the trees. But now, it lay in ruin. The inhabitants had abandoned it long ago and the forest had taken over.

It paused for a moment, just to be certain, then lunged into the mouth of the building. Unhuman screams were soon hear from within, sound of a struggle, then all was quiet. A man came out of the darkness and wiped blood from his lips. He laughed, and evil laugh. The ones that only truely evil people use. Moonlight slipped through the branches on onto his grinng, ravenged face. His eyes flashed red. He would get his revenge soon.

He spoke only two words using his mouth as if it was alien, "I'm ba-ack..."

Moonlight sprayed delicaetly across his bed. The trees were whispering their luleby to the prince and wishing him well.

Legolas sighed and satup in his bed, he glanced at his father, who was still holding his hand, and then at Aragorn. The ranger was leaning back in the chair, his head tilted back. He was snoring quite loudly. Legolas chuckled quietly to himself. They were both fast asleep. Adar needed it too, he thought, with all these disturbances going on...

He glanced out the window, Mirkwood really was beautful. You just had to look hard enough. Right in this spot, besdie the window facing the east-west side of the palace, was truely a breathtaking sight. He always requested it when he was put in the healers wing, (which was very often).

He gazed at the trees who were swaying in an unseen breath of air, the sky was clear and the moon was bright. Bright as a pearl, it streamed through the leaves of the figures. Their troots fell and rose from the ground in a twisted pattern. Their skin seemed as soft as ash, and limbs thin and long. Stretching toward the skys where their finger tips, brushing the midnight cloak seeking its embrace. Starts glittered across nights kingdom, casting silver shadows upon the ground.

Now that was what all of Mirkwood should look like.

Run and hide my prince, a whisper was heard from aways. Legolas, startled, became alert immediatly, his eyes opened wide, but he spoke quietly,

so he would not to wake the others.

"Why?" his eyes searched for he source of the voice, but he soon realized it was a tree that spoke.

He has arose again...beware... and the voice faded from his conciousness. What was the tree warning him about? Why should he have run?

Legolas tried to speak with it again, but it was a particually stubbern tree. So it chose to ignore him.

His breath quickened. Panic festered inside him like a hord a bees. His mind flashed back to when he was in the cave trapped with the monster... The scent it carried... it was overpowering... even more so than the face it possed. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes to steady himself. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, that scent! If that...

Aragorn let loose a GIANT snore, one that awoke several elves who also occupied the wing. A few, well chosen muttered curses were heard throught the room. One even threw a pillow at the human, but failed miserably, missing him by a mile.

Legolas face cracked into a grin and covered his mouth with his hand to stiffle his laughter. Poor Aragorn... What was he thinking, of course it was dead. Don't dwell on the past Legolas. He reminded himself, its not good for you.

"Penneth? Legolas?" He looked over to his father bed, (he must've been awakened by Aragorn's outburst). The kings voice seemed tired, but his eyes were as bright as a bird and full of worry. "What is it? Are you in pain?"

Legolas gave a small smile, "No ada, I am fine. Just thinking."

Thranduil chuckled, "That can be a dangerous thing."

"Hmm... wha-?" a sleepy voice came from legolas's left side.

Legolas laughed, "I see you are awake Aragorn."

"Aye..." The ranger shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Naught yet past sunrise mellon nin."

"Aragorn closed his eyes and shook his head. He muttered something that sounded oddly like, "Elves..." and sighed, "What happened?"

The prince grinned, "My father was just commenting on my brain's capability."

"Ah. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Aye, I am fine!" legolas exclaimed,

Thranduil and the ranger snorted and said in union, "I find that hard to believe."

Legolas shook his head, "I was just thinking about Sacarr, how did you kill him Adar? Through the neck?"

The topic suddenly turned serious, "Aye, at least, I'm sure I did. It vanished with a terrible cry."

Legolas nodded, it did quiten his fears for the moment. Once he had recovered, he would go and see if it was true. Until then, there was nothing else he could do.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

You thought that was the end? Its just the begining!

lol, my feeling today is... Mellowdramatic! lol, yes, well.. okay!

Hm.. Who or what was the cuase of those screams? Maybe I should let you wait a little longer... (((Evil grin))))

My chapters may be a little shorter, but thats means I'm going to update faster, (much faster that 3 months) hopefully weekly. I'm making deadlines for myself. So, then I will start writing (hopefully) better, and, (most likely) faster again.

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