Hey guys, important Author's note and background info: This is pre-ring,
about a year before the fellowship was even established (which IS
important). Saruman is attempting to break the fellowship before it has a
chance to even begin. So he sends out different assassins to kill them all,
(except the ring bearer cuz he doesn't really know who that's gunna be. No
body does.yet. In fact no one really knows of the quest at all besides
Saruman and Sauron) prophecy tells him easily enough who will accompany the
ring-bearer. So.yeah. This story concentrates on Legolas' assassin. Sounds
like fun don't it?
Prologue-Elf Assassin
Vyana had never been in the midst of Mirkwood before. Nor had she ever wished to be. She thought of her woodland kin as selfish and lowly. Now, as she got closer to the palace of Thranduil, Mirkwood's ruler, she began wondering why she had agreed to go in the first place. Maybe it was the wavering chance of getting her mother back. Maybe it had been the pay off in gold. Maybe it had been all the weaponry given to her at no price. But Vyana felt it was more than that. Perhaps it was just the chance to get back into the competitive sport of playing Assassin. Something she'd just sort of left when her mother had died because of that title.
Nyana had been murdered when caught in the deadly game her daughter had been playing behind her back. Knowing too much was her crime and she'd paid dearly for it.
After her mother passed on, Vyana had felt that there was nothing more to live for and she'd slipped out of the Golden Wood quite un-noticed by all. Except Galadriel. Galadriel had been her mother's god-mother and there in was Vyana's great god-mother. Vyana hid her sinister side easily enough, and no one was the wiser.except Galadriel. She could see through anything and it haunted Vyana's very soul.
Vyana was half Dark Elf. Her father had been a full blooded Dark Elf and had left her mother days after naming his only child. She had yet to hear from or see him since then.
Dark, brooding, blood red eyes that pierced through any shadow and golden blonde hair gave Vyana an odd look, since she was after all an elf. Her father's eyes were the only thing he'd given her as far as features went, and the only clue to her past that she couldn't hide. But inside, she was just like him. Her soul, her mind, her heart. All of it. In fact, the only love she could ever remember feeling had been for her mother, and with that gone, all she felt was empty.
She needed something in her life to keep her alive. Two years; two years it had been and Vyana still wasn't sure that she was ready to do this. She wasn't even going to accept the White Wizard's proposition.that is until he spoke of her mother and bringing her back. The question of why a wizard wanted an elf, especially a royal elf dead, had dissipated into nothingness and with one drop of blood she was bound to her mission.
Now look where she was. In Mirkwood with the soul intention of seducing the heir to an Elven Nation, in his own home too, only to have to murder him.
Three or four years ago, this would've been just another conquest, just fun to be had. Playing with the mind of another elf and murdering him only after she was sure he loved her back. It was all in sport and it was her job. And she'd loved it.
Now.it was nothing more than her life.
Vyana stopped and looked up, her eyes the only visible thing about her under the shadows of the navy blue cloak she wore. She could hear faint whispers in the trees. The wind brushed through the branches. She looked around.
A storm was coming. She could feel it in the breeze.
She continued on, pulling her horse, Ettingale along with her.
But something else that she'd already sensed a few hours ago was that she was being watched.
She knew she was, and she didn't care, they would know her business soon enough.
Sort of.
She smiled maliciously at the thought.
All they would "know" was that she was here on business with the king and was not to be harmed under order of the White Wizard Saruman.
Yes, she was under protection and they could sense it. That's why they were waiting to come down and confront her about her business.
One in particular watched her with fascination and interest.
Her prey.
He was watching her now and had been for some time.
He couldn't honestly think he would go un-noticed by another elf.
Maybe he might've, had she been a simple maiden.but she was in no way a simple maiden. She'd killed scores of elves and men. She had been trained to do so and she was to do it again.
'Beware young prince.I bring death.' She thought to herself with a small smile. Vyana could feel the nostalgic sensations pulsing through her.
She was back. The once dark elf Vyana had returned.
Prologue-Elf Assassin
Vyana had never been in the midst of Mirkwood before. Nor had she ever wished to be. She thought of her woodland kin as selfish and lowly. Now, as she got closer to the palace of Thranduil, Mirkwood's ruler, she began wondering why she had agreed to go in the first place. Maybe it was the wavering chance of getting her mother back. Maybe it had been the pay off in gold. Maybe it had been all the weaponry given to her at no price. But Vyana felt it was more than that. Perhaps it was just the chance to get back into the competitive sport of playing Assassin. Something she'd just sort of left when her mother had died because of that title.
Nyana had been murdered when caught in the deadly game her daughter had been playing behind her back. Knowing too much was her crime and she'd paid dearly for it.
After her mother passed on, Vyana had felt that there was nothing more to live for and she'd slipped out of the Golden Wood quite un-noticed by all. Except Galadriel. Galadriel had been her mother's god-mother and there in was Vyana's great god-mother. Vyana hid her sinister side easily enough, and no one was the wiser.except Galadriel. She could see through anything and it haunted Vyana's very soul.
Vyana was half Dark Elf. Her father had been a full blooded Dark Elf and had left her mother days after naming his only child. She had yet to hear from or see him since then.
Dark, brooding, blood red eyes that pierced through any shadow and golden blonde hair gave Vyana an odd look, since she was after all an elf. Her father's eyes were the only thing he'd given her as far as features went, and the only clue to her past that she couldn't hide. But inside, she was just like him. Her soul, her mind, her heart. All of it. In fact, the only love she could ever remember feeling had been for her mother, and with that gone, all she felt was empty.
She needed something in her life to keep her alive. Two years; two years it had been and Vyana still wasn't sure that she was ready to do this. She wasn't even going to accept the White Wizard's proposition.that is until he spoke of her mother and bringing her back. The question of why a wizard wanted an elf, especially a royal elf dead, had dissipated into nothingness and with one drop of blood she was bound to her mission.
Now look where she was. In Mirkwood with the soul intention of seducing the heir to an Elven Nation, in his own home too, only to have to murder him.
Three or four years ago, this would've been just another conquest, just fun to be had. Playing with the mind of another elf and murdering him only after she was sure he loved her back. It was all in sport and it was her job. And she'd loved it.
Now.it was nothing more than her life.
Vyana stopped and looked up, her eyes the only visible thing about her under the shadows of the navy blue cloak she wore. She could hear faint whispers in the trees. The wind brushed through the branches. She looked around.
A storm was coming. She could feel it in the breeze.
She continued on, pulling her horse, Ettingale along with her.
But something else that she'd already sensed a few hours ago was that she was being watched.
She knew she was, and she didn't care, they would know her business soon enough.
Sort of.
She smiled maliciously at the thought.
All they would "know" was that she was here on business with the king and was not to be harmed under order of the White Wizard Saruman.
Yes, she was under protection and they could sense it. That's why they were waiting to come down and confront her about her business.
One in particular watched her with fascination and interest.
Her prey.
He was watching her now and had been for some time.
He couldn't honestly think he would go un-noticed by another elf.
Maybe he might've, had she been a simple maiden.but she was in no way a simple maiden. She'd killed scores of elves and men. She had been trained to do so and she was to do it again.
'Beware young prince.I bring death.' She thought to herself with a small smile. Vyana could feel the nostalgic sensations pulsing through her.
She was back. The once dark elf Vyana had returned.
