Hi,

Right, thanks to riehull for your advice, here's the next chapter.

Tarathel's Pov

My eyes opened to find the Prince's blue eyes staring into my orbs, a look of recognition on his face as he realized who I was. His blonde hair was stuck to his face and he looked like a drowned cat, though as I probably did too.

"Why did you save me, exile?" his voice was cold and harsh as he asked the question.

"Because I couldn't watch my own kin drown." I stated, eyes alight with hurt from his comment.

"I didn't need your help!"he replied, his voice laced with hatred as he remembered why I was an outcast.

"You should be thanking me, I just saved your life!" I shrieked.

They're always the same, royals, I thought as I huffed in annoyance.

Without another word, the Prince hauled himself onto his feet, staring at me with as much hatred as he could conjure.

I myself found my feet, wincing as I noticed my wound. Walking away from him, I yanked the arrow out of my flesh, causing a free flow of blood to pool around my wound. I ripped part of my tunic off an used it as a make shift bandage.

I didn't even spare the ellon behind me a glance as I made my way down river.

Before I could protest, my hands were seized behind my back, I heard other elves behind me. Guards of Mirkwood.

I was being taken back to Mirkwood, the place I had nightmares about every night.

The place I could once have called home.

Legolas Pov

Relief flooded me as the Guards seized the elleth. No longer would she hide from my fathers punishments.

Maybe this would show my father that I was capable to defend myself. As we led our prisoner through the great Mirkwood gates, We were greeted by many more Guards coming forward, whilst others went with word for Thranduil. I felt proud as I entered my fathers hall where he sat upon his throne. He wore his usual silver tunic/robe with a reindeer/elk crown upon his fair blonde hair much like mine. (AN What he looks like in The Hobbit DOS)

"Finally, for years you have strayed from our reach Tarathel, now how does it feel to be able to be punished for your crimes?" my father asked, fake sympathy laced into his words as he held a smug smirk.

"Surely my fathers crimes are not my own?" Tarathel spat.

"But you helped, and you were involved."

"I was the victim!"

"I've had enough of her already, take her to the dungeons." as the Guards pulled her away my father continued,"The Arena dungeons."

Even I was surprised by his descision. The Arena dungeons held the most nefarious creatures and criminals. They were then put into the Elven Arena, where they fought to the death. There was only one winner in the Arena... or sometimes there was no victor.

And I was the reason she was there, I felt bad. She had saved my life and I had put her in prison... I didn't even know her crimes properly.

So good or bad? Please review I tried it from first person which I'm rubbish at so please not too harsh. ;b

Thanks