Illusive Power
Disclaimer: I don't know, own or am anyone from Lord of The Rings. J.R.R. Tolkein owns everything except for the story idea. But there are some characters I have made up.
Author's Note: Ok, this is my first LoTR story. If you don't like it too bad. lol. J/K. Seriously though, tell me if I did a good or bad job and let me know what I can work on to improve my writing. Thanks.
Chapter One: News of Death
"Your father, he's dead, sir. I'm so sorry." an elven maid said to the prince.
"How did you find this out? How? How did this happen?" Legolas, son of Thranduil, was full of questions about his fathers death.
"He was murdered. One of the warriors found him. He was shot three times in the heart with arrows. He was found clutching this, sir." the maid opened her hand to reveal a golden necklace with a pendant on it. The pendant had an intriquite weave so that it looked like a piece of rope twisted to look like a leaf.
"Please take it, Sir Legolas." the young elf said, placing it in Legolas' hand and closing his hand around it.
"What is your name?" Legolas asked.
"Oh! Um...Amiraline...sir." the elf stuttered, flustered by the question.
"Well Amiraline, thank you for the news and the necklace. And please...don't call me sir. Just call me Legolas." Legolas looked down at the elf to see if she understood.
"Yes s- Legolas." Amiraline said and hurried away.
As soon as she was gone, Legolas sunk down in his chair. His father was dead. That made him King of Mirkwood. Now he'd have to answer to Legolas, King of Mirkwood instead of Legolas, son of Thranduil. Legolas looked at the necklace. It was passed on to every king or queen of Mirkwood and it held a power only it's possessor could use. Legolas knew it was a strong power, a power that a myriad of people yearned for. But Legolas never sat down and fully talked about it with his father. His father had always told him that he would explain the power of the necklace to Legolas when he knew his time was coming but he had no idea he was going to be murdered so he never told Legolas what it was really about. The only thing Legolas truly knew was that he must keep it on at all times and never take it off and put it into the hands of someone who wasn't a predecessor of the throne.
Legolas decided to see if he could get a glimpse of his father's body to try and see if there were any clues as to who killed him. He went down into the dungeons and found his father being prepared for burial. It wasn't the type of burial where he gets stuck six feet under ground. He would be dressed in all white and he would be put into a tomb where all the other kings were kept. He already had on his new clothes which were all white with little designs of vines going up the sleeves. He had his hair pulled back from his face in a half pony tail and two small braids with a metal head band that wrapped around his head and pointed down into a weave design on his forehead.
"Father, you didn't deserve this." Legolas said, placing his hand on his father's chest.
"I'm not ready to be king. I don't think I can do it. Please, come back. I'm begging you." Legolas mourned.
As he stood there, he noticed how peaceful his father looked. A sudden calmness washed over Legolas and he stepped back from his father.
"Good bye, father. I will miss you." Legolas whispered before leaving the room.
Disclaimer: I don't know, own or am anyone from Lord of The Rings. J.R.R. Tolkein owns everything except for the story idea. But there are some characters I have made up.
Author's Note: Ok, this is my first LoTR story. If you don't like it too bad. lol. J/K. Seriously though, tell me if I did a good or bad job and let me know what I can work on to improve my writing. Thanks.
Chapter One: News of Death
"Your father, he's dead, sir. I'm so sorry." an elven maid said to the prince.
"How did you find this out? How? How did this happen?" Legolas, son of Thranduil, was full of questions about his fathers death.
"He was murdered. One of the warriors found him. He was shot three times in the heart with arrows. He was found clutching this, sir." the maid opened her hand to reveal a golden necklace with a pendant on it. The pendant had an intriquite weave so that it looked like a piece of rope twisted to look like a leaf.
"Please take it, Sir Legolas." the young elf said, placing it in Legolas' hand and closing his hand around it.
"What is your name?" Legolas asked.
"Oh! Um...Amiraline...sir." the elf stuttered, flustered by the question.
"Well Amiraline, thank you for the news and the necklace. And please...don't call me sir. Just call me Legolas." Legolas looked down at the elf to see if she understood.
"Yes s- Legolas." Amiraline said and hurried away.
As soon as she was gone, Legolas sunk down in his chair. His father was dead. That made him King of Mirkwood. Now he'd have to answer to Legolas, King of Mirkwood instead of Legolas, son of Thranduil. Legolas looked at the necklace. It was passed on to every king or queen of Mirkwood and it held a power only it's possessor could use. Legolas knew it was a strong power, a power that a myriad of people yearned for. But Legolas never sat down and fully talked about it with his father. His father had always told him that he would explain the power of the necklace to Legolas when he knew his time was coming but he had no idea he was going to be murdered so he never told Legolas what it was really about. The only thing Legolas truly knew was that he must keep it on at all times and never take it off and put it into the hands of someone who wasn't a predecessor of the throne.
Legolas decided to see if he could get a glimpse of his father's body to try and see if there were any clues as to who killed him. He went down into the dungeons and found his father being prepared for burial. It wasn't the type of burial where he gets stuck six feet under ground. He would be dressed in all white and he would be put into a tomb where all the other kings were kept. He already had on his new clothes which were all white with little designs of vines going up the sleeves. He had his hair pulled back from his face in a half pony tail and two small braids with a metal head band that wrapped around his head and pointed down into a weave design on his forehead.
"Father, you didn't deserve this." Legolas said, placing his hand on his father's chest.
"I'm not ready to be king. I don't think I can do it. Please, come back. I'm begging you." Legolas mourned.
As he stood there, he noticed how peaceful his father looked. A sudden calmness washed over Legolas and he stepped back from his father.
"Good bye, father. I will miss you." Legolas whispered before leaving the room.