First fanfiction I have done so far. I do not own LOTR. (Lord of the Rings)
The mist rolled into the hills and drifted in through the window, and the girl shivered. Her icy blue eyes naturally alert as the computer screen lit her face in the darkness of the room. Loud snores surrounded her and she couldn't help but think;
'Why must my headphones run out of batteries? On this night? Really?'
She scrolled through the Internet pages, and found herself slowly drifting off to sleep, until finally, she lay with her head back against the large pillow and slept silently, the laptop eventually going dark from it's timed settings.
Legolas was not on patrol like the Guards were, he merely watched them from a distance, his hand to his chin in inquisitive contemplation. His thoughts rolled back to his King's instructions
"You are to travel to Rivendell, as Lord Elrond requires the guidance of the Elves. I cannot go, so you will go in my stead." Thranduil said, crossing the room to sit at the head of the long table where many other grand Elves often sat in Council discussions.
"May I ask as to why, father?" Legolas asked with a gentle voice, but his brows furrowed in confusion. Thranduil raised his fingers to his lips and brushed them softly, lightly touching them, gazing down at the table's edge in thought.
"It is not my fate Legolas." he said solemnly, his vibrant eyes drifting to look at his son. Legolas bowed his head, and left curtly, but his fists clenched as he was frustrated with his father. He watched the leaves fall from the great trees that adorned the Forests of Mirkwood. Contrary to its name, Mirkwood was not murky at all, like many assumed by the mere name of it. It was grand, and plentiful with life and purity, at least it was before the Orcs, and the ever approaching darkness. Perhaps it would never be as illuminating as Lothlorien, or majestic like the great Rivendell was, but it was his home. A small smile graced Legolas' lips as he reminisced upon his childhood. It was perhaps not as free as the raising of men's kin, but it was kind and gentle. His skills with a bow unmatched, his versatility swift. He walked across his room as his hand went to clasp behind his back, walking to look down upon his travelling attire. The smooth silver fabric elegant, and yet he knew it was durable. He glanced back at the armor he was so accustomed to wearing had settled upon his bed and sighed. He knew not of what would become of him, for he felt something different within the world, a great shift coming. Whispers of the Ancient Evil snuck from his Father's mouth to the innocent Elf Prince's ears, and he could not help the dread he felt. Shaking his head with one swift move, his head was clear of ill fated thoughts of past or future and he adorned himself with the needed robes he would wear on his travel to the realm of the great Lord Elrond.
He pulled his long blonde hair from beneath the cloth and opened the doors from his room, crossing the great wide hall and walking swiftly past many Elves, nodding curtly when one greeted him. His horse awaited him at the edge of the great household, and he took notice of his weapons being already packed as well as the extra set of clothing needed in times of dire distress should his current clothes be stolen, damaged or not needed. His horse moved of its own accord and soon many of the Elves followed suit, already set for the journey that was at hand. With a glance back at his home, he said goodbye with a sad gaze upon his household, then looked forward, unwilling to look back.
"We must act now if we are to open the door to our world. While he is still unconscious." one said.
"Yes, yes, we must do it now." the other replied. They held their hands together over the body of the half dead wizard and chanted the needed words.
'This life gone
Another must return
The child with blue
Which fire cannot burn
Bring forth the spirit of white
And the One of old.
May they travel safe through time
From and to worlds untold.'
They chanted this, until the wizard drew his last breath, and his pulse had ceased. The earth began to shake, and thunder pierced the air, lightning setting fire to surrounding fields of white, and oceans bursting forth. The fury of the mighty elements shook, bounded, and the two knew they had done it.
"She is coming." The first whispered. The Second nodded and smiled giddily.
"We must away. We are not needed here after this." The Second said, taking the First by the hand and walking down the dark hole, which shrank, oozing to slowly becoming nothing.
The wizard's skin had begun to darken, but a shrill scream filled the air and he bolted upright, choking on life once more, and unaware of what had just occurred during his absence from the world. He fell back and lay, sleeping, regaining his strength. His soul drifted back to it's rightful place, and he would soon find himself lying beneath an Ent, its roots safeguarding him from mortal danger until he regained his strength. Though, in the morning he would not have much a conversation with the herder of trees, he was much too busy for the wizard.