Author's Note: I do not own these characters. I also do not hate Legolas, despite what it might seem in this story, though Frodo is my favorite character. I saw the movies, and am reading the books right now, so I'm learning. Erm… I usually write mostly Stephen King or Harry Potter, so cut me some slack on this, it's my first Lord of the Rings fic, okay? I hope it's up to standards. Please review!
Chapter One: Burning of the Ring
Frodo and Legolas stood chatting. They were alone at the moment, and were making good use of the time by trading stories about their lives. Legolas had many stories; each funny and unique in it's own way.
As they talked, Frodo became increasingly aware of how alone they were. Legolas' voice echoed of the high, grimy, slate-gray walls, though he was speaking in hardly more of a whisper. He listened, and heard no one else moving or speaking outside of the room.
He looked around at the room. The walls were tall and a grimy gray. The floor was the same color as the walls, except it seemed to be emitting a blue-ish glow (very faint) that was the only source of light. If not for the glow, the room would have been completely black.
Still, there were no sounds other than Legolas. No birds, no people; nothing. Just a silence wafting from behind the door.
"Excuse me, but where is everyone, Legolas?" Frodo asked anxiously.
Legolas rolled his eyes, smiled, and continued on with his stories.
"Legolas? Where are they?" Frodo asked, a bit more anxiously.
Legolas didn't reply, merely turned his back on Frodo, still telling of when some Elf had fallen out of a tree and nearly killed himself (not that Frodo was really listening anymore) and poured himself a cup of water out of a pitcher Frodo hadn't noticed before.
Frodo opened his mouth to ask again (perhaps Legolas didn't understand, he thought) and froze. The ring burned against his chest, growing hotter by the moment.
"Legolas, the ri--" Frodo started, then stopped, his mouth shutting. He was suddenly furious with the Elf. How dare he not answer? What had come over him? Perhaps he needed to be taught a lesson…
While Legolas remained turned around, Frodo grasped the knife that served him as a sword. Legolas chuckled at some memory, and Frodo felt a new flash of rage.
The ring burned painfully against his chest, seemingly urging him on. He crept across the floor to an unsuspecting Legolas, who still had not turned around. In fact, he had finally paused with his story to take a drink. Wetting his throat so he could continue. Oh, how Frodo detested him right then.
"Then, can you believe it, Elrond reached down to pick the fool up, and he--" Legolas was cut off as Frodo buried the knife/sword into his spine. He severed Legolas' spinal cord instantly.
Legolas collapsed in a bloody heap. His eyes were ripped comically wide open, and he kept muttering "urk" over and over.
"Yeah. 'Urk'." Frodo said, then buried the sword in Legolas' throat.
Legolas jerked, then slumped. All was silent. Well, not totally silent... Frodo could here Legolas' blood pattering softly on the cold floor, but the pattering was already growing softer. Frodo smirked down at Legolas for a moment…before the smirk melted from his face and turned to an expression of horror.
"Oh, God!" Frodo yelped. The ring still burned on his chest, but now it seemed to be scoffing at him.
Frodo dropped to his knees, and hugged Legolas' corpse. " N-no! Please! It…it was the ring! Legolas, no! I'm so sorry! P-please, come back, you supposed to be IMMORTAL, you Elf! Come BACK! I didn't mean it! Don't you die! No! You cannot join Gandalf, I won't let you!" Frodo yelled, shaking the corpse slightly. The only reply he got was more blood splashing from Legolas' wounds.
After a while, the splattering slowed, leaving Frodo holding a blood-smeared corpse in a large, dim room. Frodo became aware of how alone he was. The silence became more pronounced without the Elf's old stories.
Frodo heaved, the ring burning hotter than ever against his chest.
Author's Note: I think this will be kinda short, maybe a few more chapters. Please (pretty please with whatever toppings you like on top) review! Seriously, it helps! Please?