A/N: Righto, don't own Leggy, or any lotr characters. If I did…….the world would cease to exist as we know it. Muahahahahhaha
Deep in the mountains lays a sacred jewel, said to have once been worn on the hand of Sauron. It was created by the power of the three elven rings, in the tower of Dul Guldur. It was bound with the blood of the royal family of Mirkwood, and only by their blood can it be awoken from its deep slumber. Once it is awoken, it will be a more formidable foe then ever before, only the strong of spirit, and of heart, can wield it. It was made by elven blood, it was made to slumber by elven blood, and only by Mirkwood blood can it be re-awoken.
The man's dark eyes scanned over the parchment again. This stone would be his, he, Sigath, would rule the Middle Earth.
"Sigath,"
Sigath twisted so he could see the face of this man. "Ah, Domin,"
"What are you doing in the library at this hour of the night?" he asked. His steel toes boots clicked on the marble floor. The older mans dark eyes glinted. His black hair was sleeked back in a short horsetail.
"I believe I have finally decoded the prophecy," The glint in Domin's eyes grew as he approached the desk. Domin quickly read the prophecy and grinned.
"Finally, the riddle is un veiled. We will find the stone at last."
Sigath stood; his black cape billowed around him. "We must go immediately,"
"Wait, my young friend," said Domin, "We need Elven blood, royal by the look of it,"
"There are the elves in Rivendale," Sigath spat the word. The foul beings had murdered his entire family. They were the last decedents of Sauron himself. Now he was all that was left.
"Royal Mirkwood elves, my friend," Domin hissed. He had no love for elves either. All his life he had grown up in the villages of Mirkwood where elves had often ignored him and his kind. They looked down their long noses at humans and for that they would pay.
"Well then let us take one," Sigath said, annoyance began to show in his voice.
"It won't be so eas-" Domin broke of.
"What is it now?"
"The Elf Prince, Legolas I think his name is. I saw him in the woods as a child; he often goes of into the woods,"
"How does that help us capture him?" Sigath snapped.
"Alone,"
Both men looked at one another and ginned.
Sigath's breathing quickened, "No guard?"
"No guard, one elfling should be easy to snatch," Domin said, his eyes wild.
"We use his blood, and then him as we will," Sig whispered. Domin smiled evilly. Yes, Sigath thought, my plan is going perfectly. Dom will be very helpful, but not trustworthy. The elf will be mine, along with the jewel. Dom's blood will stain my jewel and it will only get stronger.