Gimli heard the hoofbeats of a horse, looking up from his work surprise grew on his face when he saw Mora one of Lord Elrond's servents. Mora made the horse stop and then got off the tired beast.

" Mora, what brings you here?"

" I have a message for you from Lord Elrond himself."

The elf handed a rolled up scroll to Gimli and watched as the dwarf broke the seal and began to read.

Master dwarf, We need you in Rivendell quickly. Something really awful has happened to Legolas, I will not say what it is just yet. Aragorn is taking this really hard and we are afraid for him. Please get here as quickly as possiable. Lord Elrond

Gimli glanced up at Mora. The dwarf's face was unreadable, but his eyes said everything. Mora knew they could count on Gimli to be there quickly.

" I will pack and be on my way."

" Hannon le, Gimli."

" You are welcome, Mora."

That evening Gimli had his things packed and was quickly on his way. Meanwhile Mora was handing a scroll over to King Thranduil.

King Thranduil, I am sorry to bring this news to you. I know your son meant everything to you and it pains me to know how much this will hurt you. Aragorn and your son were attacked by orcs and wargs on the way to their camping spot. Your son was fatally wounded, Aragorn tried his best to save him but there was nothing he could of done. I am sorry for your loss. We will be willingly to do anything to help you out during this time of grief. Lord Elrond

King Thranduil stared blankly at the scroll for a long moment until Mora touched his shoulder. The king looked up at his friend the feeling of shock evident on the king's face. Mora watched as the scroll slipped from the king's hand and cought him as Thranduil started to fall. Mora laid his friend flat on the ground and watched over him, In a few seconds The king came to.

" Sir?"

" uhhhhh...."

" sir, do you feel well?"

Thranduil sat up slowly and picked up the scroll again. Mora kneeled beside him and touched the king's shoulder in comfort.

" My son is dead?"

" Yes, I'm sorry sir."

" I'm going to go get packed."

" Sir, is there anything I can do to help right now?"

Thranduil nodded as Mora helped him stand, but the king started to sway again then after a few mintues he gained his balance.

" Pack my son's favorite clothes and whatever else you think we might need. I'm going to go pack my stuff...now."