Okay guys, back again with chapter three! This one is short, but packed with important info that you guys have been dying to know, I'm sure. So here we go again!

Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or anything of the sort!

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CHAPTER 3

LEGOLAS

"Are you sure you want to do this Amy?" I asked as we walked towards her room to fetch Tommy, "It's dangerous, and we don't know what kind of dangers we may face." I waited for her reply. I knew she knew what we were up against, but I didn't know if she would be able to handle them.

"I don't care, I'm going." She calmly retorted.

"But what about Tommy. You must have some sort of guilt inside for having to leave him here. I mean, you were lucky only Boromir threw a fit about a woman joining the fellowship, imagine what they would think about a six-year-old. A SIX-YEAR-OLD Amy. You wouldn't possibly think of putting him in harm's way."

She paused. I knew right them I had hit a nerve and she was going to burst into tears. And that she did. She stopped moving and a tear started in her eye.

"Yes. I have guilt. Tommy shouldn't be here in the first place. He shouldn't have to deal with the agony of seeing death again, but if I bring him, he will die again, and I can't deal with that pain again; the pain of knowing his death was my fault." She suddenly put her arms around me and put her head in my chest. She started breathing heavily, then she broke down and cried. I hugged her back and pulled her closer.

"It's alright. Tommy isn't going to die. I promise, he'll be fine." She tried hard to get a hold of herself, but it just wasn't working. She was turning red in the face and she couldn't stop crying. I had no idea what to do. I, honestly, had never been in this situation before. "Please stop crying Amy," I begged.

"Legolas, I don't know what I'm supposed to do. This is all happening so fast. One minute I'm driving home and the next minute I'm finding out I'm a prophecy and then before you know it we'll be off and I'm going have to leave Tommy behind and he's going to be miserable. I'm not processing this fast enough in my mind." She cried. "It's like, I have these powers I didn't even know existed, I don't know what they are, and I don't know what they do. And if that's not bad enough, my freaking nickname is the Child of the Dead! Do you know how many people are going to be intimidated, and how many people aren't even going to want to make eye contact with me because they'll think I'm going to kill them or something!"

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and just let me hold her. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to kill the moment. She took another deep breath and looked up at me. Her eyes were blood shot and her face was really red. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to calm herself.

"There's nothing to fret child," I heard from behind me, "there was a reason you were both spared. You, yourself, are meant to play a big part in this war." I turned around and there was Gandalf.

"What do you mean a big part?" she asked.

"What I mean is, you were given powers, use them."

"But Gandalf," she said, "I don't know what they are, and I don't know how to use them, and I don't even know what they're supposed to do."

"That will be revealed to you in time." Was all he said, and then he continued to walk past us. We, ourselves, decided to continue on our way to fetch Tommy. When we were about ten feet from the door, we heard someone screaming inside.

AMY

As soon as I heard Tommy crying I burst open the door and ran to his side.

"Are you okay buddy? Did you hurt yourself?" I asked him.

"No Amy, it was so worse!" he screamed.

"What's wrong, did someone hurt you?" I asked again. He shook his head no and continued to bawl.

"It was mommy! I had a dream about mommy!" He screamed. I pulled him closer.

"You have to stop crying so you can tell me what happened in our dream." Normally when he had dreams about mom, they were about murder and a lot of blood.

"There was a man. He came in to the house and I saw him Amy, I saw him walking towards me. Mommy tried to stop him Amy, but he got me. And it hurt Amy, it hurt." I looked down at him and looked at the decently sized scar on the back of his arm, and then I looked at the one on his cheek. I remembered that night and how terrible it was, then remembered how helpless I felt. I was only 16 when it happened. As I ran a hand over my forehead, I could feel the scar they left me too, and the memories all came back to me. Legolas looked at me with confusion and all I gave back was a nod saying 'I'm not ready to tell you yet.'

I thought back to that dreadful night in October. Tommy was watching TV, mom was in the kitchen making him ice cream and I was doing homework at the kitchen table. I heard screams coming from the living room, so I grabbed a knife out of the silverware drawer and slowly crept into the living room. There were two men, both very tall and scary looking. One was holding Tommy up in the air with a knife to his throat. My mother was frantically struggling to free from herself from the other. I freaked out and ran to their rescue. Knife in hand, I ran straight at them. The one man threw my mother on the ground and her head started bleeding on the hardwood floor. The investigators think she died instantly from impact. He grabbed me and held a knife to my throat.

"He's the one we want, not her you idiot." The one said to the other. I was scared out of my mind. I took my knife and pushed it backwards into my captor's stomach. He fell bleeding on the floor.

The next thing I knew, there were sirens everywhere. Apparently a neighbor had heard screaming and called the police.

The one man holding Tommy got scared and ran, but not before leaving a token. He cut Tommy's cheek with his own knife and left a scar shaped like an eye on his cheek. I ran towards him with my bloody knife and lunged at his back. He turned around and scared my forehead in the shape of something weird. The shape is hard to describe. It looks like a line with a bent line running through it, almost in the shape of a fork. The best I've ever been able to describe it is that it's the shape of one of Elektra's daggers in the movies Daredevil and Elektra.

The police barged in the door and found us all on the floor. Our house was a mess. Blood was everywhere. My mother was dead and I had killed a man. Tommy had a gash in his arm so he'd put up less of a struggle, and I escaped with a mere scar on my forehead. The other man managed to escape with a cut in his back. They eventually caught him, but I wasn't given the details of that chase.

As I came out of my vivid memory, I thought to myself, "Why am I the child of the dead, he's the one they wanted."

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Alrighty guys, again, sorry if that was short, but school is killer. I promise the next chapter will have more info. Now, the more you guys review, the faster I'll write chapter 4 )