No excuses, just embarrassment at my lack of updating. I feel terrible, I really do...I had to read back to even remember what I had planned for this!

Another chapter will be along in the next week. I pray you can all forgive me.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything created by Tolkien.

"ELROHIR!"

Hearing his brother's shout, the younger twin did not hesitate. He pushed Estel forward, before rolling to the side, drawing his sword in one fluent movement.

A spider larger than the rest landed on the ground where he had been crouched only moments before. It turned to face him, clicking and hissing as it did. The Elf eyed the creature with disgust, as he attempted to find its weak spot.

Suddenly, it leapt, in a desperate attempt to take down the warrior. Not expecting such a sudden attack, Elrohir fell under the weight of the spider, hitting the ground with a sickening crack.

Pain blossomed in his head and shoulder, as he felt the bones shift. Somehow, he managed to keep his hold on his weapon- holding tightly with his good hand. He resisted the urge to squeeze his eyes shut- instead; he focused on ending the life of the creature above him. He swung the blade upwards, in an attempt to send the spider backwards.

The weapon collided with the underbelly of the spider with a loud crunch. The creature squealed- a high pitched noise that caused the Elves present to wince. The spider scuttled back, squealing and clicking.

Elrohir took the opportunity to climb to his feet, his injured arm hanging by his side. As he stood, an overwhelming sense of dizziness filled him, and he stumbled slightly. He blinked, attempting to focus but found it was difficult. He shook his head, and raised his sword as the spider pounced once more.

Suddenly, a Golden blur filled his vision and he felt himself pushed backwards, falling to the side. He hit the ground with a cry of pain, his head connecting with the hard earth once more. As his vision faded, the last thing he saw was the Elven King of Mirkwood, standing between him and the spider.

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Curse the Elves! Curse them and their stinging weapons!
She thought, as she hissed at the dark-haired elf in front of her. She could see he was injured- a wound on his head was bleeding profusely, and one of his limbs was hanging at a strange angle. The smell of his blood was driving her mad- all she wanted was to feast! To feast, and end her hunger. She prepared to pounce, hissing at him one more.

All of a sudden, another Elf ran into her view, knocking the injured elf out of her path. She recognised him as the one she had identified as the 'Royal' one. He faced her with intense anger in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. He held his weapon as if it was no more than an extension of his arm, and he stood tall- a true warrior.

For the first time in her long life, She felt a pang of fear.

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He opened his eyes slowly. Nearby, he could hear the quiet murmur of conversation. He turned his head in an attempt to see who was speaking- but his stiff neck protested at the movement. He let out a slight groan, causing the murmur to stop.

"Legolas?" A male voice called, as the speaker moved into view. "Are you with us once more, my Prince?"
The young Elf sighed, and attempted a grin.

"Unfortunately I am, Celegon- is my father's Kingdom still standing?" He replied, watching as a smile spread across the older elf's face.

"Indeed it is, my Prince. I see your sense of humour is back. Unfortunately." He laughed, moving to help the young Prince to sit up.

"How are you feeling, Legolas?" Beliel asked, pouring him a cup of water.

Legolas settled back against the pillows, accepting the cup from his friend.

"A lot better- thank you." He took a sip, relishing the feeling of the cool, soothing liquid on his parched throat. He paused for a moment, before looking up at his friend. "You drugged me- with poppy." He accused, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Beliel's eyes widened in pretend innocence, as she took a step back.

"I did no such thing, I assure you! Perhaps it was another healer? You have been rather ill- you may have mixed us up." She defended herself, making sure she was out of reaching distance. Legolas rolled his eyes, handing the cup to Celegorm.

"Do not try that, Beliel- you do not fool me. But worry not- I forgive you for it. But only because I feel so much better." I assured her, watching as she dropped into a nearby chair.

"What has happened- since I was attacked? Is the Elf in custody?" He asked, his face turning serious.

"Aye- he is in one of our darkest cells, My Prince- far from natural light. We have yet to question him- we thought we should wait for either you or your Father, before we talked to him." Celegorm replied. "When the Healers declare you to be fully healed- we shall bring him up to hear his pathetic reasoning behind this…despicable attack." He finished, almost spitting his words.

Legolas nodded, stifling a yawn.

"Thank you, Celegorm. I do not doubt he will have a story to tell us when we speak to him." He replied, fighting to keep his eyes open. "We shall discuss it more when I am…fully awake. For now…keep doing what you have been doing." He mumbled, closing his eyes.

Celegorm bowed his head, and watched as Legolas drifted off. He turned to face Beliel, who was watching him.

"Will I be required at this questioning?" She asked, as he returned to sit beside her. He nodded, reaching for a half empty goblet of wine.

"Aye- you and several others. I do not want to risk the safety of the Prince again. Thranduil will tear me to shreds when he hears what has happened!" He told her, sipping from the goblet. She winced in sympathy, patting his shoulder.

"I'm sure you'll survive," She giggled, earning a glare from her husband. She paused for a moment, before turning to look out of the window.

"I wonder how the King is surviving in the forest?

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The Elven King glared at the monster in front of him, feeling his hate for the Spiders ripple through him.

"Leave, foul creature- or meet your end!" He hissed, watching it carefully.

The Spider scuttled backwards slightly, sensing the anger from the Elf in front of her. Thranduil watched it carefully, taking in the size and colour of its back.

A female, it seems- no doubt the mother of these foul creatures.

He thought to himself, just as she let out a hiss. He laughed- a mirthless sound, spinning the sword in his hand.

"You had your warning, Creature- now die, and join your kin in death!" He spat.

Almost as one, Elven King and Spider leapt.

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~Daisy Out~