Lynx: I am back! Back again! To write write write away! This is going to be a short chapter, a filler if you will. FILLERS ROCK MY SOCKS!

Legolas: You are cheesy…

Lynx: …Mmm… cheese… the sexiest milk product on the entire earth…

Legolas: If I was a milk product… I'd be sexiest X3

Lynx: I concur.

Laure: … Idiots…

Lynx: Hey that's a technical foul! TECHNICAL FOUL!

Haldir: I miss saying my disclaimer!

Legolas: X3 Lynx does not own the Lord of the Rings… but rather the original characters.

Haldir: Hey! That's mine to say! (Tackles Legolas)

Lynx: (looks at them wrestling on the floor) XO… Kind of looks like they're making out…

Laure: LYNX! (Smack)

Lynx: Mommy… (Out cold)

The string of the bow vibrated lightly the moment the arrow was released with a loud twang. It hit its target in exactly the right place. Another arrow flew; whistling threw the wind before it embedded itself right next to its predecessor.

Legolas took maybe a quarter of a second to examine his aim; the arrows standing proud in the very centre of the wooden target ten yards away. He drew another arrow from his quiver and set it to the bow; faster than lightning the arrow was free. It planted itself right between the first two arrows that he had fired.

His cobalt eyes narrowed slightly when the incident with Captain Anaro and Prince Valandil once again found its way to the very top of his mind. With a frustrated sigh, he shot the target again, splitting his second arrow. Lazily he watched the two pieces clatter noiselessly to the ground.

How could he have been fooled by her? He had nearly three thousand years of experience with his eyes, yet he could not see it. The corner of his lips turned upwards in a slight smirk, sometimes he amazed himself with how much he thought like his father. But no, he would not be like his father, he was different. Reputation was not of the utmost importance in this matter, no, but the survival of this war was.

Questions invaded his mind like a pack of snarling wargs, each scratching at him angrily to be answered. He could not fulfill their wishes though… he could not answer these questions. There was only one person that could… and that was Valandil's impostor… Princess Laure.

Yes, he would take a trip to the dungeons; he would have his questions answered. The conversation they had yesterday popped up in his mind, her explanation of her reason for risking so much to get here… there was much more behind those words than she had originally let on.

"I fear that my father will come to the end of his reign in Elvirin if this war is not ended."

He remembered the tone her voice had held, sadness and concern… but most of all, it held the air of foreboding. What had she known that she had not told him? What was wrong with Lord Amros?

Sighing in frustration he lowered his bow after letting his last arrow fly. If something was wrong with Lord Amros, why did Valandil himself not come instead of sending his sister as a fraud? Unless of course Valandil knew naught of the situation…

What in Elbereth's name was going on?

Silence had smothered the dungeons for the past five hours, allowing Laure a small amount of sleep. She sat awkwardly on her cot, her long legs drawn up so her knees settled against her chest. Her head leaned against the cold wall, her eyes shut lightly as she dozed.

She awake abruptly to a harsh banging against the cold iron bars. She groggily looked up to see the elven guard slapping the hilt of his sword against the bars to catch her attention.

"What…?" She inquired in annoyance. "I was sleeping…"

"You have a visitor, tauren, I suggest you show some respect." The guard dropped his sword back to his belt and stepped away, disappearing from view.

Laure stretched out her legs and stood to her feet, brushing her auburn locks from her eyes. She immediately recognized the elf standing on the other side of the bars, his arms crossed sternly and his cerulean eyes darkened with his heavy mood.

"Prince Legolas." Laure bowed her head slightly, her eyes never breaking contact with his. "What brings you down here at such a fine hour of this beautiful day?"

"I have a few questions that need to be answered…" He replied bluntly, his eyes looked over at Caresir for a moment, making sure that he was not openly eavesdropping, before returning his gaze to Laure.

"Oh?" Laure stepped forward, resting her hands on the cold bars. "And what questions would those be?"

He too rested his palms on the bars, his gaze intensifying. "Why did you take your brother's identity? If there is such a problem in Rhûn with the war, why are you here in his place?"

Laure chuckled slightly at this, "I thought that would be your first question."

"Then answer it." He said with his normally soft-spoken voice acidic.

Laure kept from wincing and responded softly, "I had no choice… it was either that or let my father die…"

"What do you mean by that?" Legolas raised a dark eyebrow, his voice much softer than before.

Laure sighed, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly as she stared at the floor, "Have you ever had a horribly realistic dream… one that you had every night relentlessly?"

Legolas was silent for a moment before he said anything, "No I don't believe I have…"

"Well I did…" Laure shrugged slightly, "It was almost like a premonition when I think about it…"

"What happened in this dream you speak of?" Legolas asked with mild curiosity.

"You know the battle your warriors are soon to head out towards?" Laure looked up again; "Yes… it was about that battle."

Legolas remained silent, waiting patiently for her to continue. Her jade-green eyes held a look of despair as she was remembering whatever it was she saw in her dream.

"My father…" Laure's eyes began to glisten, "… he died… I saw him die… after saving his own people… I saw him die… by the sword of your father." She bit her lower lip as she forced back the tears. "I fear that that is what may come to pass if this war is not ended…"

Legolas felt his heart become restricted as he felt her fears; he too often felt the same concern for his own father every time they were amidst a break out of war. An awkward air blanketed them as he became confused as to what he should do about the distraught tauren standing before him. She had risked so much for her father; she had risked her life and her name all for him.

"I apologize… I should not be whining like a child." She turned her head away and wiped at her eyes with her sleeve. "To answer your question, my prince, I came because I am desperate to put an end to this war before the war puts an end to my father. My family will not be able to survive if our only parent left gets killed. Not only that, but the courage of my people lies within my father, more so than with the Prince of War. He is our leader, and without him we are lost. The real reason for the war has been lost… so there is no point for it to live on."

"You are noble, Princess." Legolas offered a comforting smile as he laid his warm hand on her arm. "Not many would attempt something so perilous for the well-being of another."

She gave a small grin, "Noble or just a girl with foolish ideals?"

Legolas returned the grin, "You give yourself no credit."

"No, I gave myself a sentence to the dungeons." Laure suddenly looked down, "What's going to happen to me? I am not going to be put to death am I?"

"No I highly doubt that." Legolas frowned, his gold hair glinting in the dim light as he moved his head, "I am not quite sure what my father intends to do with you… though I am positive that he has a good reason for keeping you down here."

"Is he going to use me for the war?"

"Quite possibly…"

"I am I ever going to be freed?"

"… I do not know."

Laure nodded her head in understanding, "Well, you cannot have everything." With that she went and sat back down on her cot, silence ambushing them like a pack of orcs.

"… Anyway, I must be going back to my duties." Legolas stood back from the bars, "Thank you for clearing that up with me."

"You said you had a few questions, you only asked one." Laure replied nonchalantly.

"What you said answered every question I had." Legolas responded, "I will see you soon, Princess."

"Laure." She corrected him.

"Well then I will see you soon, Laure."

"I look forward to it, Legolas."

Legolas nodded and left the dungeons, his light footsteps disappearing quickly. The guard came back in, sending a dangerous glare in Laure's direction. She ignored him and lay down, staring at the dark ceiling of the cell.

"Looks like you have got yourself an infatuation." Caresir's silky voice reached her ears.

"If you think that then you are clearly seeing things." Laure responded impassively, closing her eyes. "I could not possibly be infatuated with someone on the opposite side of war than myself."

"Indeed…" Caresir chuckled before silence once again returned to drown them both.

Soon, Laure drifted off into a deep slumber, unaware that it would be one of her last for a while.

Lynx: Please review this chapter; I am in major need of some reassurance.

Laure: What for?

Lynx: I don't know… just review X3.

Legolas: Awww, is Lynxie feeling unloved?

Lynx: XS Not at all!

Legolas: XD (Glomps her)

Lynx: X3

Haldir: DX