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Chapter 7- Falling Into Darkness

The young elf prince was making his way back to his old fort as stealthily as he could. He had been chased throughout the area of the fort by his "fans" and was exhausted. His tunic had been torn across his arms and chest from numerous branches and thorns in his desperate attempt to loose the crazed maidens. He could have sworn that he could hear the voices of the trees laughing at him, quite amused.

He scampered up the rope ladder, ran inside and locked the door behind him. Just to be safe, he crawled up the stairs and locked the door behind him as well.

Better safe then sorry. He told himself.

He slid down the wall to the floor and closed his eyes to rest. He made himself slow his heart beat down to it's normal rate and tried to fall into a slumber to pass the time waiting for his brother.

A few moments later, he felt something warm and smooth rest up against his cheek. His eyes sprang open and grabbed what ever was touching him. It jumped, startled, as did he.

"My lord? Are you alright?"

It is that from before. I better not have to run from her too!

Legolas was too shocked and tired to say anything. His hand slid from her wrist and he once again closed his eyes, no longer caring what she did to him. She then put her hand to his forehead, as if checking for something. Legolas opened one eye a tiny bit.

"What are you doing?" He asked her, curious. She looked him in the eyes.

"You are hot." She responded. Legolas's other eye shot open and he pulled as far away from her as he could, waiting for her to pounce on him.

"What did you say?!"

"No, my prince! I did not mean it in that way. You are warm, I mean. The others seemed to have worn you out pretty bad." The tired prince then relaxed his tension.

"Tell me about it." He laughed softly. The maiden took her hand away.

"I will be right back, my lord." She stood up and began to walk out the door.

"Please," He said suddenly, "Do not call me that. I have a name and I would prefer it is you used it."

"Oh, I could not do that. You are of the royal family and I must respect you." Legolas waved his hand, dismissing it.

"I am no different then anyone else in this forest. I just happened to be born into a family with a noble lineage. It is nothing special." He assured her and smiled slightly.

"Well, if you insist, my lor- Legolas." She then continued her way down the stairs, embarrassed that she had used his name.

Legolas sat up straight and rest his hand across his stomach, feeling his stomach growl. He moaned.

I wish I had time to eat some breakfast before I left. Running around didn't help much either! Stupid s!

He furrowed his brow when he felt something warm reach his arm. He lifted it up to find that a thin layer of coated a small part of his lower arm and his tunic. He quickly shed his tunic and undershirt. He found that a wide gash spread across his abdomen. He threw his head back in anger.

"Not again!" He hissed between his teeth. From his knapsack, he took a cloth and licked it with his tongue, then used it to clean his wound. He then drew out a thin needle and thick thread and began to stitch up the gash. It was then that the lady appeared once more.

"Legolas, I brought-" She gasped when she saw the wound on his stomach. "What are you doing? Did they do that to you?!" He stopped what he was doing and gave her a small smile.

"No, I was helping my brother fight off orcs a few weeks ago and I slipped down a slope, giving one the opportunity to swipe me with his blade. I was lucky it wasn't poisoned."

"It still hasn't healed?" She asked, gazing at the cut.

"Well, it should have by now, but it keeps opening up." He told her, continuing his work.

"Well I wonder why." She said sarcastically. Legolas grinned at her, a look of innocence on his face and the woman chuckled, shaking her head.

"You seem just like a child. It is funny. When I see you at feasts, you look so serious, aged beyond your years. But now I see you, acting like any normal elf would, I have different thoughts." Legolas smiled.

"I only act serious there because my Ada would wring my neck if I so much as stepped one foot out of line. I do not wish to deal with his wrath. That is my brother's job." She laughed.

"Here, let me help you with that, Legolas." From her own pack, she took a roll of cloth. "Now stand up." She ordered, a smile still playing on her lips. He held up his hand and she took it, pulling him to his feet.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, pretending to be clueless. She rolled her eyes and chuckled again.

"This is going to go around you so the bleeding stops and hopefully you won't get yourself hurt before it has time to heal." Legolas nodded.

"Alright." She then began to wrap the cloth around him, making him spin around in order to make him dizzy. Legolas wavered on his feet. "What did you say your name was?" He asked after he was still again. She finished up his bandaging and looked up at him.

"It is Jaimea."

"Well, thank you, Jaimea, for helping me." She smiled.

"Anytime, Legolas."

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"Norui had better have finished cleaning the Halls!" Thranduil hissed angrily.

He was still trying to find his youngest son and had grown impatient with the search. The Elvenking turned the corner and what was shocked at what he found. Five young elves lay on the ground, stacked on top of each other. He recognized the only male as his son, Norui, and the four women as Glithiel and three of his maids.

"Noruion! What do you think you are doing?! Get up!" There was no response. It was then that the Woodland King realized that his son's eyes were closed, as well as the maidens'. This meant that they could not possibly be asleep, for elves slept with their eyes open. "Norui? Glithiel?" He called to them, but there was still no response. He knelt down to them and shook them. When, yet again, he was meant with no response, he sighed. "This does not bode well."

"Thranduil." The King was brought out of his thoughts when someone called him. He turned around, but no one was there.

"Who is there?" He shouted out in a commanding voice. There was no answer. He called again. "Where are you? What do you want?" He saw a suit of armor against the wall and took it's sword. "Show yourself!" He shouted. Who or what ever had called him did as it was told. It swept out of a corner, heading straight for Thranduil. He dropped his sword and turned to run, but never took a step for it had already passed. The Elvenking of Mirkwood stumbled over his son and fell to the floor. He saw no more.

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Ada- Father

MUAHAHAHAA! There goes another chapter for you all! I hoped you liked it!

Moriarwen- Thanks! I am happy to know that someone thinks it is well written. I was worried about getting flames about that. Thanks for assuring me! Once again, thank you for reading and reviewing!

Butterfly-Elf- LOL. Don't worry, you aren't stupid. Well, maybe you are, but I believe we are all stupid in our own little way! I am also a little confused about a certain part that I am busy writing. But I will have it figured out before I need to post it, no need to worry. Anyways, I am glad you like that part. I love Legolas, but I think that there is something about him that makes us all want to him. LOL. Well, thanks for reading and reviewing!

Until Next Time,

Manwathiel