He felt the eye upon him, the gaze almost as hot as lava.

It had been a desperate mission.

It knew him.

He left the rest of his patrol behind; it was only him that needed to be this close to the tainted wall. To the tainted presence, the one ruled them.

It remembered.

A desperate shot hit its mark, right between the eyes. The elf, his friend, died instantly.

Good.

Legolas knew that He was watching, the one that the other Elven realms was insisted dead.

That was good.

"I'll come for you. One day, I will see to your destruction."

"Hello."

He heard the source of all this heartache. He heard the promise. The threat

He could feel Gimli looking at him, questioning who he was talking. That didn't matter, not right now. What mattered was that he heard.

Legolas ran then, his mission complete and resolve more determined than ever.

But he heard; the Eye heard everything.

He would come. He would see to Saurons death. He would.

"Boo."

This world was not big enough for the two of them.