“My son where are you going in this late afternoon? You know that the evil comes to patrol near the perimeter in the evenings”Thranduil said as he stood on his bedroom balcony and watched his young elfling try to sneak to the front gate.Legolas only in his elf teens, about sixteen in mortal years, a serious look on his face and turned back to face his father,
“But father this is a great hunting time, I shall be weary ada please I am old enough” he said pleadingly.Thranduil sighed and answered,
“You are young in your years Legolas you still have thousands yet to live, but be back in time for supper”Legolas nodded at his father then ran out the city gates holding his silver bow.Thranduil brushed his hand over his face and sighed loudly, his son wanted to see the world but too early.
Since Yavanna II, Legolas’s mother had died he had been deep in thoughts and barely looked at his father and rarely spoke. His archery was nearly finer then that of Eldarion, Thranduil’s captain who was only two years older then Legolas.He watched as his son swiftly ran through the dense forest and decided to send Eldarion after him for protection.
He still watched as another elf, brown haired sprinted after Legolas but taking care not to let him see.Legolas would think it to precautious to have been followed.
Eldarion watched as his good friend ran through the forest searching for game with his eyes. Finally Legolas stopped and heard a movement and went to aim, using his signature bow that his father had given him.
Eldarion was only fifteen feet from the prince and he hid behind a tree and watched. Just as Legolas went to release the arrow a hand lurked out of the bushes and grabbed the young prince’s ankle.Eldarion caught unaware went to aim at this hand but Legolas lay on the ground, and Eldarion feared of hitting him. Slowly the hand began to drag Legolas’s body; Eldarion ran forward and tried to grab his hand.
The look of fear in the prince’s eyes was sad, he feared for his life. Suddenly something black swooped past Eldarion blocking his view, it shot an arrow at him but it hit the Prince instead. It hit him in the lower abdomen, pain ceased Legolas’s eyes then they closed.
The black thing swooped low again and the hand released the body and the creature grabbed Legolas’s unconscious body and rose into the air.Eldarion suddenly realized it was a Nazgul on a fell creature, the hand was an orcs.Legolas’s bow lay on the ground and as the Nazgul began to fly away with his body the arrows spilled out of the container.Eldarion was paralysed he could do nothing he watched as they took the Prince away further and further away. He grabbed the dropped bow and sprinted for all it was worth back to the city and into the palace.
He dropped in exhaustion to the feet of Thranduil and his advisor, who was his father and cried holding the bow,
“Legolas! He has been attacked and kidnapped, he was taken by the Nazgul and he has an arrow in his stomach! They took him, they took the Prince!”Thranduil looked at his captain and Eldirar picked his son up and looked into his eyes.Eldarion still gasped for breath and kept crying,
“They took him, they took the Prince!”Thranduil was shocked only an hour before he had let Legolas goes hunting,
“Which direction did they take him Eldarion? Tell me now!” He cried, Eldarion gasped one more time, “To the direction of Rhun” Thranduil was confused, why not to the tower of Barad Dur? But he ordered all forces to take action and alerted Elrond, for he would need help. It would not be easy to get to Rhun before something happened. But that night a black fell creature flew across Mirkwood and the Nazgul cried, “You have a week to make it to the sea of Rhun, and if you do not surrender your city and palace, we drown him and remember he has one of my arrows in his body, poisoned”.