Another chapter, another day. Sorry for the lateness. I have a cold, and took that as an excuse to stop writing. Also, I found a very funny story that I wanted to read.

Disclaimer: Actually, I now own LOTR, because Tolkien's relative just came to the house and gave me the rights! I now own them. Or not.

Chapter 9

Before Galian could say a word, he heard Legolas's cry of surprise. Quick as a lightning, he went back to his body. When he got there, he saw Legolas standing in the middle of 6 orcs, bow and arrow in hands.

"When did they appear?" he asked, gesturing at the dead orcs. Legolas looked at him as if he was crazy.

"About 10 minutes ago," Legolas said, eyeing him suspiciously. "And while I fought, you two stood there as if you were in a trance!"

"We were daydreaming" Berthlion said, giving Galian a rather evil look. "And in my daydream he broke a promise!"

Legolas decided not question them. He still had no idea what was going on, but he gave his friends privacy. Instead, he turned his attention on the current problem.

'How do we get in the castle?" he asked. It was indeed a big problem. Orcs were already patrolling the ground 2 miles away from the castle. The way Legolas, Berthilion and Galian saw it, the castle was literally full with orcs.

"Suggestions?" asked Berthilion gloomily.

"No" answered Galian, equally gloomy.

"Yes" said Legolas gloomily, mostly because his friend's gloomy mood passed on to him. Then he realized what he was saying and grinned. "I've got an idea!"

"What?"

"We dress up as orcs."

The reaction was instant. Both elves jumped up and faced Legolas.

"What!"

"We dress up as orcs."

Galian sat down and groaned.

"Garion, my teacher, would kill himself if he found me dressed as an orc! It's disgrace! I can't do it!"

"If Thelion sees us like that, it will be blackmail for life! And that means forever!"

"NO! It's too horrible!"

"Help! I'm stuck with two lunatics! One wants us to dress as orcs, and the other screams so loud that the whole Middle Earth, including Sauron, can hear!"

While Galian was moaning that his life was over, and Berthilon raging, Legolas waited patiently for them, measuring them up and trying to find orc suits for them.

"You done?" he asked holding out the chosen suits. "We should go soon, it will take a few hours to find everything and get to the castle, and we need to finish our job before that so no one will recognize us."

That started a new round of protests.

"Are you insane!" screeched Berthilion and Galian at the same time.

"No" was the simple reply.

Galian and Berthilion pondered for a while, then agreed. No one would see them, right?

"All right. But we'll take it off as soon as we see Thelion; like I said, it will be blackmail for life."

For an answer Legolas held up the orc-armor he thought would fit. They put it on, and Galian and Berthilion grumbling, went to the castle.

Thranduil was having a temper attack. He yelled at anyone who looked at him, and shot dark looks to everyone. After all, all three of his children, the Captain of guards and and his Advisor!

He needed to do something; otherwise, he would just pace and his temper would grow with each step.

Then, finally, he spotted his long time friend, Elrond. Thranduil's rage cooled down the second he saw him.

"Thranduil! We need to talk!" shouted Elrond. Thranduil's good mood crashed around his ears. He knew that tone. It always meant bad news. One time, it was when Elrond told him Legolas had a humongous cold. Another time Elrond told him that the orc expedition took 7 elves.

"What?" Thranduil asked cautiously, praying to Valar that all his children were all right.

"Well, umm" Elrond said, suddenly interested in his feet. "I investigated, and it seems as though Thelion kidnapped Laeriel, and Legolas and his friends went after them. So, where did they go?"

Thranduil stood, shocked. Thelion kidnapped Laeriel…Legolas and his friends went to rescue her…They went to Mordor…Which means Thelion went to Mordor…Which means Thelion wanted to show her to someone to Mordor…Which means he's a traitor. Thranduil felt his mind explode; Thelion…a traitor? An elf…a traitor? His own son…a traitor? Thranduil felt his famous temper coming up.

"What!"

Laeriel paced around the room, miserable. The room was actually more like a prison. Gray and dull. With no life in it. The emptiness of the room scared her. No life, no nothing. And where was her blasted brother?

As if an answer to her question, the door opened Thelion walked in. His eyes were shining evilly.

"Hello, dear sister" he said with much evil seeping through his words. Laeriel found herself backing away from the evil monster who was her brother.

"You're not my brother!" Laeriel spat. "My brother doesn't betray his own people! My brother is Legolas! And you're not my brother!"

Hi there! Sorry, but I still don't have the heart to torture Laeriel. Answers to reviews:

Felarof: You're my only reviewer. Again. I do appreciate it, though. Thanks! I'm going to take your suggestion, so sorry about the mind reading thing. I just wanted the Chapter to be long, and I didn't want to do the torture thing. Though I'm going to keep it to a minimum. Thanks for the cupcake! Yum yum!

Well, see ya, folks!