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Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 1
Beginning of War
Galadriel stood calmly at the entrance of Rivendell's courtyard. Thoughts flooded her mind about what she would find inside there. Would she find peace? Or find an evil that destroys all? The evil she spoke of was war.
Inside the courtyard was what would decide the fate of the elves, and that of the men. Galadriel stepped forward from the door and glided over to the two rulers of Rivendell and Mirkwood.
"Greetings, milday," said the voice of Thranduil.
Galadriel took a good look at the man. Even though elves didn't age, it seemed that somehow... something about Thranduil had turned him old. His appearance didn't show it, but his eyes did. Galadriel could tell a lot from someone's eyes. Their pasts, their feelings, their losses... but not Thranduil's. His eyes hid their secrets well.
"It is no time for greetings," Galadriel said sternly. "It is time to decide what is best for the elves of Middle-Earth."
"She is right, Thranduil," said Elrond, King of Rivendell.
"Would you please state the matter?" Galadriel asked.
"Of course," Thranduil replied, placing a glass of wine he was drinking on a stone table.
"Men of Middle-Earth are yearning for the power of the elves," Thranduil replied. "We trusted men to govern Middle-Earth wisely while we stepped back and kept to ourselves, but they seem to want everything now."
"This is why we should have left for Valinor when it was an option!" Galadriel replied.
"But it is to late now, milady," Elrond replied. "The ships will not return for a long time. They only return every three hundred years."
"So there is no option?" She asked them both. "We must go to war?"
"Or we can stay where we are and wait for them to come for us," replied Thranduil.
Galadriel then found a stone-chair and sat down in it. She looked strait ahead, and started to make a decision. Elrond didn't quite do the same. He was instead skeptical of the entire thing.
"How do you know so much?" Elrond asked.
"What do you mean, Elrond," Thranduil asked.
"How do you know of the greed of men when you are the farthest away from Gondor?" Elrond asked.
"Ah," Thranduil replied. "That I can tell you. A woman from a small village on the outskirts of Gondor with the information."
"What happened to this woman?" Elrond asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"She died on the spot," Thrnaduil replied.
"How do you know her words were truthful?" Elrond asked.
"Elrond," Thranduil said with a sigh. "Even though humans are full fo greed and hunger, a dying human is a trusted human. The last words of a human are sacred. I doubt that the woman would give us a lie for her dying words. Besides..."
"Besides what?" Elrond asked.
"Why would she risk the lives of her children back in Gondor with a lie?"
"That is true, Thranduil," Elrond replied. "And I think I have come ot my decision."
"Good," Thranduil replied.
"And I have my decision," Galadriel replied, standing up and returning to the to Kings.
"Please," Thranduil said smiling. "Share them with me."
"I will have two thousand archers prepared by next week," Galadriel replied with a fire in her eyes. "The man shall not have Lothlorien."
"I will ready as man swordsmen as I can spare," Elrond replied. "The protection of Rivendell is still important to me, I don't want to risk anything. Rivendell has closer to no advantage against the men. Mirkwood and Lothlorien have the forests to their aid."
"Good," Thranduil replied with a smile. "I will order two fourths of my soldiers to be prepared for war, and another quarter will start on a fort."
"I shall take my leave now," Galadriel said. "If anything more is learned please contact me. I will not hesitate to send another thousand if needed."
Galadriel then walked out of the courtyard, leaving the two King's alone.
"She is generous," said Elrond. "She has the vastest army of the elves and..."
"She doesn't even send us half of it," Thranduil said, interrupting Elrond.
"You must understand her position," Elrond replied. "Even though she seems to hold back, you must realize her people have always held back. Even before the elves stepped back for the men to start on their own, Lothlorien has always hid in the shadows."
"Yes," Thrnaduil replied. "But I hope she doesn't try anything that would bring her people to shame."
With that, Thranduil left the courtyard leaving the King of Rivendell in his thoughts.
But nearby, in a tree is a face of worry. Someone hid there, listening to the plans for war and was worried about the life of so many elves. How many people had to die? Why did man have to be so ignorant? Why must blood shed to prove a point?
The elf in the tree shook his head and decided to return home. He jumped out of the tree and headed towards his white horse. The wood elf Legolas mounted his horse and started a two day trip to his home of Mirkwood.
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I know this chapter is a little 'iffy', but don't judge the story by this chapter. If you haven't guessed yet, Legolas plays a major role in this fic...
Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 1
Beginning of War
Galadriel stood calmly at the entrance of Rivendell's courtyard. Thoughts flooded her mind about what she would find inside there. Would she find peace? Or find an evil that destroys all? The evil she spoke of was war.
Inside the courtyard was what would decide the fate of the elves, and that of the men. Galadriel stepped forward from the door and glided over to the two rulers of Rivendell and Mirkwood.
"Greetings, milday," said the voice of Thranduil.
Galadriel took a good look at the man. Even though elves didn't age, it seemed that somehow... something about Thranduil had turned him old. His appearance didn't show it, but his eyes did. Galadriel could tell a lot from someone's eyes. Their pasts, their feelings, their losses... but not Thranduil's. His eyes hid their secrets well.
"It is no time for greetings," Galadriel said sternly. "It is time to decide what is best for the elves of Middle-Earth."
"She is right, Thranduil," said Elrond, King of Rivendell.
"Would you please state the matter?" Galadriel asked.
"Of course," Thranduil replied, placing a glass of wine he was drinking on a stone table.
"Men of Middle-Earth are yearning for the power of the elves," Thranduil replied. "We trusted men to govern Middle-Earth wisely while we stepped back and kept to ourselves, but they seem to want everything now."
"This is why we should have left for Valinor when it was an option!" Galadriel replied.
"But it is to late now, milady," Elrond replied. "The ships will not return for a long time. They only return every three hundred years."
"So there is no option?" She asked them both. "We must go to war?"
"Or we can stay where we are and wait for them to come for us," replied Thranduil.
Galadriel then found a stone-chair and sat down in it. She looked strait ahead, and started to make a decision. Elrond didn't quite do the same. He was instead skeptical of the entire thing.
"How do you know so much?" Elrond asked.
"What do you mean, Elrond," Thranduil asked.
"How do you know of the greed of men when you are the farthest away from Gondor?" Elrond asked.
"Ah," Thranduil replied. "That I can tell you. A woman from a small village on the outskirts of Gondor with the information."
"What happened to this woman?" Elrond asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"She died on the spot," Thrnaduil replied.
"How do you know her words were truthful?" Elrond asked.
"Elrond," Thranduil said with a sigh. "Even though humans are full fo greed and hunger, a dying human is a trusted human. The last words of a human are sacred. I doubt that the woman would give us a lie for her dying words. Besides..."
"Besides what?" Elrond asked.
"Why would she risk the lives of her children back in Gondor with a lie?"
"That is true, Thranduil," Elrond replied. "And I think I have come ot my decision."
"Good," Thranduil replied.
"And I have my decision," Galadriel replied, standing up and returning to the to Kings.
"Please," Thranduil said smiling. "Share them with me."
"I will have two thousand archers prepared by next week," Galadriel replied with a fire in her eyes. "The man shall not have Lothlorien."
"I will ready as man swordsmen as I can spare," Elrond replied. "The protection of Rivendell is still important to me, I don't want to risk anything. Rivendell has closer to no advantage against the men. Mirkwood and Lothlorien have the forests to their aid."
"Good," Thranduil replied with a smile. "I will order two fourths of my soldiers to be prepared for war, and another quarter will start on a fort."
"I shall take my leave now," Galadriel said. "If anything more is learned please contact me. I will not hesitate to send another thousand if needed."
Galadriel then walked out of the courtyard, leaving the two King's alone.
"She is generous," said Elrond. "She has the vastest army of the elves and..."
"She doesn't even send us half of it," Thranduil said, interrupting Elrond.
"You must understand her position," Elrond replied. "Even though she seems to hold back, you must realize her people have always held back. Even before the elves stepped back for the men to start on their own, Lothlorien has always hid in the shadows."
"Yes," Thrnaduil replied. "But I hope she doesn't try anything that would bring her people to shame."
With that, Thranduil left the courtyard leaving the King of Rivendell in his thoughts.
But nearby, in a tree is a face of worry. Someone hid there, listening to the plans for war and was worried about the life of so many elves. How many people had to die? Why did man have to be so ignorant? Why must blood shed to prove a point?
The elf in the tree shook his head and decided to return home. He jumped out of the tree and headed towards his white horse. The wood elf Legolas mounted his horse and started a two day trip to his home of Mirkwood.
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I know this chapter is a little 'iffy', but don't judge the story by this chapter. If you haven't guessed yet, Legolas plays a major role in this fic...