*nervous giggle* Eheh, er...hi everyone! Look! I havent given up on writing this! Who cares if it's been a year...right guys? *shifts awkwardly in the silence*

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The creature and the King collided amongst an outburst of curses and hisses. Thranduil landed on the creature's back, bringing his sword down in a vicious swipe, severing one of her many legs, before leaping off once more, turning to face the Spider.

She hissed again, letting out a squeal of pain. She reared up, striking at the Elven King with her front legs. He danced around the blows with ease, letting out a short laugh.

"Is this the best you have, Mother Spider? I thought your kind was supposed to be deadly in battle!" He taunted, as the creature squealed again, in fury and pain.

The Elven King leapt once again, his sword gleaming in the light of the surrounding fires. Once more, he brought his mighty sword down on the Spider's head, driving the point through its head, and into the soil below.

The Spider stumbled suddenly before with a thud, it collapsed- letting out a weak hiss as its life fled.

The remaining spiders, seeing their mother (and leader) defeated, took to the trees, scuttling high into the safety of the branches and leaves above.

Silence fell over the clearing. Nobody dared move for several seconds until finally, Elladan turned, rushing towards his beloved twin.

"Elrohir!" He cried, falling to his knees beside the fallen Elf.

Thranduil turned, his anger dying as his eyes fell upon the twins. He moved quickly, gracefully falling to his knees next to Elrohir, moving to examine the young Elf for any life threatening injuries. As he did, Elladan began to examine his brother's injured arm, assessing the damage.

"He'll be lucky to use his bow again anytime soon." He murmured, half to himself and half to the Elven King. "He's popped his shoulder out of the joint- and I think he's fractured his wrist as well, just for good measure." He sat back slightly, his eyes never leaving his brother's still form.

"Can you find any other injuries, My Lord?"

Thranduil glanced at the older twin, giving him a gentle smile.

"I do not think he has any life threatening wounds- just a very nasty bump to the back of his head. If you wish to see to Estel, Beridhren and I can take care of Elrohirs injuries." He offered. Elladan started, the panic that had just started to fade returning in full.

"ESTEL!" He scrambled to his feet, spinning around to search for his brother. He spotted him on the other side of the clearing, slumped in the lap of one of the Mirkwood Elves. As he raced across to join them, he realised that the elf was Beridhren.

"Beridhren- how does my brother fare?" He demanded, reaching out for the unconscious human.

"He will be fine, My Lord- he was bitten on the leg, and has simply been knocked out by it. He will wake up in a few hours- though, he will more than likely be sick for the next few days." The Elf informed him, shifting to show Elladan the already bandaged wound on Estel's leg. "How fares your twin?" He asked. Elladan glanced back towards his brother, who was being tended to be Thranduil.

"He will be fine as well. He seems to have a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder, which is going to be fun for him. Mixed with a head wound, he's going to be extremely miserable when he wakes up." He sighed, sitting back against a rock. "Do we have litters to carry them back?"

"I have sent some men to make some- we have one other injured, other than your brothers. They won't be long and we will be able to get out again within the hour." Elladan nodded, before pulling himself to his feet.

"Excellent- the sooner we get back to the Palace, the sooner we can forget this ever happened."

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When Legolas awoke again, he found himself alone. Slowly, he sat up and was relieved when the dizziness did not return. Slowly, he swung his legs off of the bed, reaching for a nearby pair of shoes as he did. He stood slowly, making his way across to the connecting bathroom. There, he found a bowl of cold water waiting, with a wash cloth and towel beside it. Taking his time, he carefully washed his face, before drying it on the soft towel. He glanced down at his attire and decided that it would probably be best to change, before making his way out of the room. As he was doing so, the sound of hurried footsteps caught his attention. Pulling on his fresh tunic quickly, he made his way to the door and looked out in time to see a healer disappear around the corner.

Following at a slower pace, Legolas made his way through the halls and into a different healing room, where he found Beliel and Celegon, standing beside a bed. As he entered they both turned, a look of annoyance flashing across both their faces.

"Legolas! Who gave you permission to be up? You should be resting!" The Elleth scolded, crossing her arms. Celegon sighed, shaking his head.

"I ought to carry you back to your bed. But in this case, perhaps it is good you are here." Beliel raised an eyebrow.

"Why? What has happened?" Legolas demanded.

"An attack, My Lord. On Beridhren's patrol." Legolas stepped forward to see who had spoken. "I managed to alert them, but I have not had any word since." Elweth continued, wincing as a Healer worked on an open wound on her leg.

"Beridhren's patrol? Meaning, the patrol the King is currently with." The Prince's voice was grim.

"Yes. I have already sent a scout to locate them, but…there is more. As I made my way back here, I came across an unusually large cluster of Spiders. If Beridhren brings them back the same way, they will walk into a trap."

Beliel gasped, while Celegon groaned.

"And judging by the luck Beridhren has, that's what will happen." He turned to face Legolas. "What shall we do, My Lord? Send a patrol to assist them?" He asked. Legolas shook his head.

"No- we wait for the return of the scout before we make any decisions. Beridhren has faced far worse than a spider trap. If they do fall into it, I am confident that he shall be fine." He replied. "Besides, for now we have far pressing issue at hand." The others glanced at each other, concern on all of their faces.

"What is it?" Beliel asked, stepping forward slightly. Legolas grinned.

"I'm starving."

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