Hey, everyone! A new story, yes! This came to me just today and I couldn't wait to get it started! I felt so inspired when God gave me the plot! I don't own LOTR or the Hobbit, but only my OC characters.

This will be a bit different than my other stories with Alasse, Thranduil's daughter, time-wise and such. Realistically, she would've been a young woman elf by the time of the Hobbit, and Estel would've been a child. But that's why it is fiction. I wanted to do something different.

I hope you enjoy this story! Reviews are most welcome!

"Hold just as tightly next time, and you just might manage to shoot the borderline in the grass." Elladan teased his young human brother.

"Shut up, 'Dan!" Estel whined. He'd been so excited when King Thranduil had arrived with his two children to enjoy a rest in Rivendell, and could hardly wait to show Legolas how well he was doing learning archery. But, so far, his results had been far from favorable and Estel felt humiliated in front of the Elven prince. "I tried!"

"Patience, Tithen pen." Legolas chuckled, ruffling the little boy's hair. "Patience, and observation. Those are the two things you must remember."

"I don't want to do anymore archery today." Estel pouted.

"Well, it is not quite lunch time yet. How about a race to the waterfall?" Elrohir suggested.

"I'll beat you!" Estel announced before knocking Elladan onto his back.

"Estel, you little cheater!" Elladan growled.

"Oh, we can take him." Legolas laughed and darted off after the little human.

King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, graced majestically as always in one of his silk robes, was riding calmly on his elk on the road that led to the outer borders of Imladris. Mounted beside him was Glorfindel, Rivendell's captain, the mighty balrog slayer. And seated in the king's lap, perfectly content in her father's embrace was his little girl, Princess Alasse. She looked tiny compared to the magnificent king and his massive elk. She was twenty-years-old, but only the size of a human 6-year-old. To another child, the ride on that huge animal would've been terrifying, but the little princess knew no harm would come to her, not with her daddy there!

Glorfindel had suggested they take a ride before lunch, while the boys were off to the training grounds. Thranduil had agreed. The two of them spoke of battle tactics from the past and how the two realms had changed in recent centuries. Alasse didn't understand all of their conversation, nor did she care to. She was enjoying the view too much. She loved her home, but Rivendell was like a fairyland to her.

"I think it's time we head back." Thranduil said.

"Already craving your next glass of fine wine?" Glorfindel teased. Thranduil rolled his eyes.

"Ada, can I go to the library after lunch? I just love Lord Elrond's books!" Alasse announced with big bluish-green eyes. Thranduil smiled. It was so hard to say no when she gave him that look.

"We shall need to ask Lord Elrond." He replied.

"I am sure he will say yes." Alasse decided. Thranduil chuckled.

They had passed the Hidden Valley and were making their way back to the city when Glorfindel's horse snorted defiantly and set his ears. Glorfindel held his hand up, as a halt signal for Thranduil to stop, which he did. "What startles you, my friend?" He asked quietly.

"I do not know." Glorfindel shook his head. They were still a hill away from the safety of the trees. "I cannot pinpoint it, but I sense something evil...and very close." Thranduil remained quiet and listened, placing one giant hand protectively around Alasse's small body grasping his sword hilt with the other. Thranduil felt a growing sense of dread, yet he did not understand what from.

"Ada?" Alasse looked up at him, her bright eyes wide with worry.

"It's alright, iel nin." Thranduil said soothingly, holding her closely. "We're just checking out the lay of the land. But have no fear. Your ada will protect you from any foul creatures." Alasse slightly relaxed and shifted closer against his body.

"Oh, indeed he will!" A vile voice chided from behind them. Both elves whipped their heads around to the source of the sound and their steeds staggered in protest. Six tan hooded figures emerged from behind the large boulders, spears drawn and pointing directly at the three elves from a not so safe distance.

"Ada?!" Alasse shrieked with fright, clinging to his tunic. Thranduil did not say anything. He tightened his grip on her, and glowered like death at these hoodlums that would dare to threaten his daughter. Glorfindel kicked himself inside. Whoever these badduns were, they were shrewd. Their brown colored robes had blended in perfectly with the yellow grass under the sun on this ridge! That was why he hadn't noticed them!

"What do you want?" Glorfindel demanded, drawing his sword.

"Lower your weapons." One of the figures commanded.

"Never! Not while you are pointing your wicked blades at my daughter's heart! You scum!" Thranduil hollered, drawing his mighty sword.

"I said, 'lower your weapons'." The figure growled. One of the others reached into his tunic, pulling out a small dagger. But he spun it and flung it through the air till it embedded itself into the chest of Thranduil's elk! The poor beast bleated in pain and bucked as it dropped to its knees. Thranduil just had enough time to jump to his feet safely with Alasse cradled in his arms. He could feel her heart beating crazily against himself. She was shedding tears and clinging to him for life. This angered Thranduil like hot lava. How dare these b-s maim his elk, and scare his baby girl! He would make them pay! "Point taken? Or do we need another demonstration?" The leader who still kept his face averted sneered.

"What do you want?" Glorfindel snapped, throwing himself in front of the king and his daughter.

"Him." They pointed to Thranduil.

"Nothing doing." Glorfindel shook his head.

"Pity." The hooded leader tsked. Without warning, he thrust a dagger through the air and into Glorfindel's side. The captain gasped and held his bleeding stomach, trying to tough out the pain. The blade was penetrating his torso like heck. This fugitive had very skilled aim! "Lower your weapons, or the girl is next." He laughed.

"NO!" Thranduil cried, holding Alasse even tighter-if that was possible!- and placing his mighty sword on the ground. Glorfindel did the same before he dropped to his knees, gasping.

"Ada!" Alasse wailed. "Ada, what are they doing to us? Make them stop!" Thranduil's heart broke. She was looking to him for protection. But just how was he going to do that for her? Run? It was out of the question. They'd be dead before then even made it out of this enemy circle. If it was just himself, he'd keep fighting with his weapon. But he had to keep his little girl safe.

"You want me? Take me then! But let them go." Thranduil seethed.

"You are not in the position to make negotiations." The leader said, his spear raised just a foot away from Thranduil's chest.

"Ada!" Alasse screamed.

"You know what? We don't need you. We'll take the brat instead."

"ADA!" Alasse screeched, clinging to him.

"NO! No, no...I will go with you. Just please let him take her back." Thranduil pleaded. Normally, his very stance frightened the most inflexible people. But this was his child at risk and...he was afraid.

"He won't last another hour." The leader scowled, kicking Glorfindel's injured side. "We can make better use with two of you." He nodded to his men who pointed their spears almost into Thranduil's back. He held Alasse close. "Now move! You know where to take them." He ordered his men. "Oh, and say, king? And you on the floor, Blondie. NO funny business. Don't try no heroics. The second you do, the girl dies! You understand what I'm telling you?"

"You have my word. I won't run." Thranduil said meekly. "Just don't hurt her." Alasse sobbed into his tunic, which filled his heart with hate for these blackguards tormenting her.

"You'll never...get away with this..." Glorfindel panted.

"Don't try to look for us. I see any search parties, the piddling princess and her almighty father are warg chow. Get me?" The leader hissed. Glorfindel nodded before falling onto his back. "You'll get a ransom note soon. Don't try to find us first. Remember that!"

"I'm sorry, my friends." Glorfindel whispered before he passed out.

When the captain came to from his horse licking him and whinnying, Glorfindel forced himself onto his horse and commanded him to take him to Rivendell. His shirt was soaked with blood. He seriously needed help! And, he had to get help for his friends...somehow!