Summary: All Sauron wanted, was to brush against Legolas' mind, but Aragorn's heart nearly stopped as the elf crumbled to the floor.
One Caress
27.8.2009
There was yet another meeting between the highest of Rohan, to decide what to do, what was most important, and what could wait just a little longer. Aragorn, who always trusted the advice of Legolas, and within reason as this was the prince of Mirkwood, turned to the elf. But the words died upon the ranger's lips when the fair archer entered his vision. Legolas stood leaning against a wall, uncharacteristically to him, with blue eyes holding a pain barely hidden. With worry etched to his face the future king of Gondor called out in question. "Legolas?" Faces of those gathered rose to look upon the ranger, and then the elf, but Legolas did not answer, neither show any sign of acknowledgement. Now Aragorn stood up to quickly stride over to the elven prince's side, another call leaving in a rush. "Legolas?!" No answer came from the elf; no notice of him hearing. The prince of Mirkwood looked up to gaze upon something only he could see and then crumbled to the floor.
All Sauron had wanted was to brush against the elf's mind. To see his fears and dreams, doubts and pride. To see who he was and where he came from and where he was going. The dark lord had stretched his mind over the land from Mordor to Rohan, like a thin veil of morning mist, and he brushed fingers he had not had for many years against an elven temple. His touch hurt the elf, yet Sauron held the contact against the beautiful face. And then Legolas Thranduilion raised his cold-blue eyes to look upon a face that the dark lord had not owned in years, and Sauron stood in a shock that snapped his conscious back to Mordor before he could react. How had the princeling seen him? It should not have been possible. To lay eyes upon a body that did not exist. Soon shock carefully gave way, and had Sauron had a mouth, he would have smiled. And had he had fingers, he would have kissed them softly. Once the ring fell back into his hands, Sauron held certainty that the young prince of Mirkwood would be of great use.
Legolas opened his eyes to see worried faces above him. He saw Aragorn carefully examine him for any injury and he smiled reassuringly. The smile faltered, however, as he whispered with a tremble an answer to the ranger's worry. "I saw a vision, beautiful and perilous, terrifying and tempting. I cannot speak of it. I dare not think of it." And no one dared question him further.
A/N:
Take it how you want. I just wrote it for the heck and fun.