Legolas hated that dark stronghold with all his being. He knew that the Necromancer and his dark minions were responsible for the spiders and the growing cancer around his once green and beautiful homeland.
He sometimes rode out from his father’s home and watched as fires burned deep in the towers at Dol Guldur.
Who was there? What evil did they conjure in the dead of night? What force could make spiders who talked? Black squirrels?
His father would not speak of the residents of Dol Guldur, saying only that evil would one day be vanquished.
Legolas surely hoped so.