Disclaimer: I do not own the characters displayed in this fic. I do not own the lyrics, yes they are lyrics, to the song below. I do not own the title, that's the title of the song. I do own the female elf featured here, but other than that you'll have to refer to Tolkein, the Bee Gees, and whoever wrote this song for ownership. Oh and I don't own her name, that I obtained off of Thanks!
Immortality: Part ISo this is who I am,
And this is all I know.
And I must choose to live,
For all that I can give,
The spark that makes the power grow.
The young elf stood over the dead body in front of her. The chest that had once been heaving in fear and distress was now vacant, and immobile. Slowly and indifferently she wiped the blood from her face only to manage to smear it more. The small elf in front of her hadn't done anything, she knew that good and well, but why did she care? She shouldn't and didn't. Killers don't care about their victims that's just the way it works. Strangely, she couldn't resist poking the his cheek and seeing the dimple hold for a few seconds. A slight smile rose to her lips, but it quickly faded as she heard someone approach close to her.
Quickly and delicately she rose into the air with the grace of a cat. She appeared to fly, but all she did was swiftly jump into the nearby tree. Silently, from her high perspective she watched as the elf walked under her perch and inspected the scene.
"Oh Blessed Eru!" he gasped.
My, what a lovely voice he had.
"Aragorn," he called, as a man walked next to him and quickly turned away from the messy scene.
The young elf was a bit offended. She wasn't really that messy, she couldn't really figure out what was so terrible about the scene. It was just a bloody corpse with its head torn off and sucked dry of all its blood. Seriously, were they really that weak?
"I'll go fetch Elrond," the man replied looking back to his friend and placing a hand on his shoulder.
The perched elf raised her eyebrows at this gesture and smiled mischievously.
"That would be best," the elf replied, also placing his hand on the man's shoulder, "I'll stay and watch over the... departed."
"Be careful, Legolas," the man warned before running off.
This last statement inflamed the youth's curiosity. When she had made sure the man had gone into the large house, that she had been hunting from for quite some time, she jumped down right behind her male counterpart.
"Hello," she greeted in Quenya.
"Excuse me?" he asked in Sindarian.
The lass rolled her green eyes and replied her greeting again in Sindarian.
"Greetings," he said warily noticing the blood on her face.
Quickly she noted that he was ever so slightly reaching for a small knife hidden inside his shirt.
"What brings you to the last homely house?" she asked raising her eyebrows and walking towards the body.
"A small meeting, nothing more? You?" the one called Legolas turned as to not be caught with his back to this creature.
Smart one, she noted. "I am not staying at the last homely house, nor am I invited. I'm just... here in the woods," slowly she bent down to the body at her side, "With some good friends," carefully she picked up a hand, "good stories," quickly she tore the flesh of it's wrist open, "and some good food." Ravenously she licked at the small amount of blood that poured from the dead body.
Legolas jumped back, alarmed for probably the first time in his life. "What are you?" he asked his eyes wide in terror and hand clutching at his knife still within his shirt.
"What do I appear to be?" she asked walking towards him, "Do I appear to be an elf, like you, or a ravenous creature, like an orc?"
"You appear to be an elf, but you thirst blood like an orc!"
Slowly she smiled showing the small fanged canine teeth she used for ripping apart flesh. "Not an orc, darling, Vampire. So very close though, I love the enthusiasm. By the way don't worry about that knife you can't harm me with it."
He stared back at her dumbstruck and immobile. She could take him right now and wouldn't care, but for the first time in her dark life she was enjoying something. The euphoria of tormenting this creature was beyond ecstasy.
"Are you going to kill me now?" he asked glaring at her darkly.
"So brave," mused narrowing her eyes, "No, I couldn't kill such a pretty one." She reached out to touch his face, but he quickly drew his knife and sliced straight through her hand, severing it and stepping back quickly.
"Now, look what you've done!" she tutted, "I told you that you couldn't harm me." She picked it up and placed it back on the stub and watched at the skin healed in a matter of minutes.
Legolas dropped his knife and stared totally stunned at the creature.
Faster than even elf eyes could see she quickly ran to his side and grasped his neck in her hand and placed her cold lips on his warm flesh. "I could kill you now for that, pretty one," her lips brushed his neck as she spoke, "I could rip your throat out and suck you dry before your friend could return with anyone, and I'd do the same to him. I could do anything I damn well please, Legolas Greenleaf." She paused and let him take in her words. "But I won't," she whispered and licked his neck.
"What do you want then?"
"To watch you, pretty one, to talk to you, maybe even to toy with you. Who knows I may kill you yet, but tonight you are safe." The elf pulled away and walked back towards the body.
"Why did you kill him, and not me?" he asked walking up next to her.
She kicked the head so as his face would turn towards them. "Look at him sweet prince, he isn't quite as attractive as you." The elf turned quickly and licked his cheek before flying up into the tree again.
"Legolas!" Aragorn called running back into the clearing followed by another elf with a long flowing robe. The elder elf picked up the body and carried it out of the clearing as the man stood back and talked with Legolas. She heard him mention hearing noises in the woods, but nothing more. She smiled.
As the man walked away she saw the elf turn towards her and glare. Quiet childishly she hung upside down from a branch and smiled at him.
"We're going to have so much fun!" she laughed tweaking his nose.
He swatted her hand away, but she grabbed his wrist and kissed it gently. She could feel his body tremble at the touch. Ever so gently she pierced the skin with her teeth and took a long drag of his blood. She looked up and saw his eyes roll back in his head and his mouth open in pain.
"Why did you choose me?" he asked through gritted teeth.
The young elf pulled away and after piercing her own finger and dropping her own blood on those two small wounds closed them up.
"Wrong place, wrong time, darling," and with that she swung up and disappeared into the trees.
Legolas stood there for a moment waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. He wiped his face and looked down at his wrist to see it looked quite normal, and he felt only slightly dizzy.
"The name's Dolgurak," a voice in his head whispered. He didn't have to turn or anything to know where it came from. All he need do was nod and walk back towards the last homely house.
Sorry, I didn't feel like doing an intro! Okay, I know this is a bit different, and those of you who haven't read my stories don't know that I like to try strange things! This is strange and I love it! Those of you who do! Another Legomance! I haven't done one in about a year! Sorrys! Okay here you go! Your turn! Time to review! Good one's please!-DB:D