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This is going to be so difficult.

Legolas sighed to himself as the door opened and a wide-eyed elf meekly entered the room led by Celegon. Legolas eyed the clearly nervous Elf as he bowed.

"Celegon has informed me that you wish to be assigned to one of the patrols- is this correct?" he asked. The elf nodded vigorously, gulping as he did. Legolas fought the urge to raise an eyebrow as the Elf nervously shuffled on the spot.

Ai Valar! If he is frightened of me, the mere face of an Orc would surely send him to the Halls of Mandos!

"And you are truly sure this is what you wish? to leave your family and fight monsters you could not even imagine- to potentially give up your life in the name of the King?" he asked seriously. A sudden spark seem to ignite in the Elf's eyes.

"Yes, My Prince! My brother, Rudheren, has been a soldier for almost three hundred years- We have spoken of these horrors and risks on many occasions. As for my skills, my Father has taught me to use both blade and bow since I was an Elfling. I assure you, my Prince- I would not disappoint you."

"If it is what you wish, so be it. You will report to the barracks in the morning, and begin your training. Once Beridhren returns, he shall examine your skills and decide if you are fit to join us within the Forest. You may go now." He smiled slightly as the young elf bowed, his eyes shining with joy.

"Thank you, Sire! I assure you, I will not let you regret this!" he promised as he bowed once more, before exiting. Celegon stood as he left, nodding his head.

"You truly believe he will do well on Patrol?" the Advisor enquired. Legolas looked up at him, a small smile on his face.

"Not at all. I doubt he would last a day out there- his heart is determined, but he knows not of the true horrors he would face. He will, however, more than likely make an excellent addition to the Palace Guard." Celegon paused, then nodded slowly.

"Perhaps- or, he may end up joining our blacksmiths in the forge. His Adar is quite proud of his son's craftsmanship. But all of that shall be Beridhren's decision." Celegon paused, and tilted his head slightly. "If you have doubts again, perhaps try and identify other skills that can be valuable within the Kingdom." He suggested.

Legolas nodded in agreement- he had not considered that. He sighed, before straightening up.

"You had better bring in the next one then." He murmured. Nodding, Celegon quickly left the room.

He watched from his seat at the end of the hall as the King's Advisor once more led one of the waiting Elves into the King's Study. In short time, it would be his turn and he would finally have his revenge. The king would be dead by sun down... of that he was sure.

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Thranduil gracefully dropped down onto a large rock, as the patrol pulled to a halt in a clearing beside the river. They had been travelling on foot non-stop for almost ten hours- and while he was loathe to admit it, the King was sorely missing his horse. As he looked around the little clearing, he took in how seamlessly the warriors began to build their camp- setting up shelters, collecting firewood and water and sharpening their weapons. Two Elves, the scouts of the group, were spreading a weather beaten map over a rock while discussing the best route for them to take. Deciding he should find a task to complete, the King stood and looked around in search of the Patrol's Leader. Even as he began to walk over to Beridhren, the tall elf turned and waved for the King to join him. Once they were an arm's length away, Beridhren smiled.

"How are you enjoying your first day with us, Thranduil?" he asked the King. Thranduil raised an eyebrow at the informality, before remembering his agreement with Legolas. On Patrol, he was equal.

"It is not as I expected, I admit. But I have enjoyed the day so far." He replied finally. Beridhren grinned slightly more.

"I-" A sudden rustling of the trees behind him cut of what he was about to say. In a fluid motion he pulled his bow out from his pack and aimed towards the trees, an arrow already loaded. Behind them, Thranduil could hear three more bows being drawn, a mere second behind their Leader.

Several seconds of silence past, before a hooded figure launched itself from a nearby tree, hitting the ground and rolling to its feet in front of Beridhren. The hood fell back, revealing the pale face of an Elleth, her blonde hair half covering her face. Her dazed eyes took in the bows aimed at her, before locking with those of Beridhren.

The Elf quickly dropped his bow, reaching out a hand to place on the Elleth's shoulder.

"Elweth, what has happened?" he asked, helping her to sit down.

"We were discovered- no more than twelve hours ago. They attacked without warning- we did not hear their approach. Valar! I do not believe anyone else survived. When I saw there was no hope, I came... to warn you, but I fear I have been followed.I tried to lose them amongst the trees, but I am not certain... We must return home, immediately." Elweth's voice came in quick gasps, the task of talking drawing on the last of her energy. One of the elves approached her with a flask of water, which she took gratefully. Slowly she sipped it,taking in the Elves around her. When here eyes fell upon the King, her eyes widened- but she chose not to ask questions. Slowly she stood up with Beridhren's help. A sudden snap of a branch in the forest behind them suddenly filled the air. Immediately the elves raised their weapons once more.

"Elweth, get into one of the trees behind us... return home as quickly as you can, and report what you have witnessed." Beridhren ordered as another twig snapped. In a flash the elleth was gone, adrenaline driving her as she moved silently through the trees. One of the other Scouts carefully climbed a tree near where the snaps had been heard. After disappearing for a few seconds, he climbed back down and showed both his closed fists, before opening and closing them once, followed by seven fingers. Beridhren cursed and turned to translate the signals to Thranduil.

"Yrch, twenty-seven, to be exact. It seems they have chosen to separate into smaller groups, which shall cause us difficulty- We need to eliminate these and look for the rest." He explained.

"How many more are there?" Thranduil asked slowly, trying not to act surprised that the ten of them would be taking on a group that had killed a patrol of twelve.

"Last count, this particular group numbered forty two. They usually send a group of five out as scouts. If you bring in to account the fact that at least five were killed already I'd say... fifteen are left. An easy task, once we eliminate this lot." Beridhren grinned before he signalled to everyone to prepare for the attack. Thranduil took a deep breath and loaded his bow.

Now, he thought, I shall see what Legolas really does.

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A lone Elf remained in the Hall. His dark hair hung around his face, unkept. With a raised eyebrow Celegon motioned for the Elf to enter, before spinning and heading into the Kings study. He stifled a laugh when he saw the young prince had his head on the desk, almost completely hidden by the ever growing pile of documents.

"My Lord? There is only one more elf for you to see and then you'll be able to retire for the evening. While you speak with him, I shall see about getting you some tea." He called out softly. Slowly Legolas raised his head and nodded. Celegon moved aside, allowing the waiting Elf to enter the Study. As he did, Legolas looked down at the document he had been working on. Silently, Celegon slipped out the door, closing it behind him.

"What is it that you require?" Legolas asked, a hint of tiredness in his voice.

"There is only one thing, My Lord." The elf replied quietly. Legolas sighed and closed his eyes, silently thanking Eru that this would be the last meeting of the night.

"And what would that be?" he asked. The elf smirke.

"Your death."

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Thranduil grunted as he swung his sword through the air, promptly removing an Orc's head from its shoulders.

Will this battle never end? He thought to himself as he turned to block yet another blow aimed at his back. As he began to defend, something changed in the creatures eyes, as it let out a guttural cry. Immediately several more orcs turned and headed towards him. Confused, Thranduil kept fighting. A call from Beridhren alerted him to what had happened.

"It seems this Orc has a grudge against you, Legolas." Thranduil grimaced at the reply. these creatures hunt for my Son in battle?! At the thought of his son, the King felt his stomach twist. Before he could even consider why, a sudden pain in his arm broke his moment of distraction, as a glancing blow of his enemies scimitar sliced into his bicep. Cursing, he began cutting and blocking quicker than before.

Despite the sudden return to battle, Thranduil could still feel his stomach twist.

Something was wrong with Legolas.

Very wrong.

(Like last time it's a late night and this 'aint Beta'd)

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