Hello Fanfiction some of you may know me, and if you do please don't kill, I am currently obsessed with LOTR so yeah… this plot bunny was begging to be written so here it is.

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The Legend of the White Wolf

Prologue

The night was clear and the moon was shinning brightly in sky framed by stars. I was surrounded by silence; the only disturbance was a slight breeze which rustled the leaves on the trees. I sat on my haunches with my azure blue eyes resting on the village below; it was calm since most of the edain were in their homes asleep.

My fur was ruffled by a warm breeze that swept through the valley, signaling the coming of summer. It also signaled the fact that it was going to be even harder for me to hunt in the coming months as the trees and plant life filled out with green. Unlike normal wolves my fur didn't change with seasons it was permanently white. It reflected the full moon making it look like freshly fallen snow, the only thing marring the image was the jagged bite mark across my shoulder that has long since healed, but refused to fade.

Normally at night I would watch the village, hunt, or stare absently at the moon, tonight was different. Tonight I stared at the moon with contempt for another year had gone by since I became this thing… this monster.

~Flashback~

I wasn't always a wolf once, a long time ago, I was an elf. I had a friends and father who loved me… a life. I was happy, while things weren't always easy in my home like in most other elven realms, it was still home. I was young and acted as such playing pranks, joking with friends, causing mischief wherever I went; that all changed in one day.

I was out on patrol in one of the darker regions of our home; we had been out there for two weeks and were making the return trip when everything went wrong.

"What's wrong mellon-nin?" I asked, landing on a tree branch next to Toron. The brown haired elf looked at me with a look of annoyance in his green eyes.

"Stop and think about your question brat" he snapped at me though slight amusement in his eyes that let me know that he was only joking. I paused to pretend to think hard on what he said then gave him a blank look. "I've been stuck with you for two weeks elfling!"

"Your sharp tongue wounds me, Toron, but you mustn't forget you are only a few summers older than I" I said clutching a hand to my heart pretending to fall backwards before laughing, with Toron joining me, while the rest of the patrol looks on with exasperated expressions. Toron and I have been friends since we could crawl much to our fathers' dismay since we caused chaos even then.

"Alright, enough you two, I for one would like to get home before next summer so let's keep moving" Lhathron the leader of the patrol and the commander of the King's armies called back, though there was no bite to his words. Still chuckling Toron and I continued jumping from branch to branch following the patrol.

It was starting to grow dark as we made camp for the night, Lhathron was assigning watch duty to some while others started to eat lembas bread or settling down to sleep. I couldn't settle and was instead watching the forest; I wasn't on watch but there was an uneasy feeling growing.

I jumped when someone grabbed my shoulders and dragged me to the ground, swiftly retaliating I pinned Toron to the ground, who weakly struggled before opting to glare daggers at me instead.

"Will you ever learn that you can't scare me?" I asked grinning, forgetting my unease.

"One of these days I will best you" he growled playfully, laughing I let him up. After dusting himself off he tossed me a leaf wrapped package. Unwrapping it I looked upon the broken pieces of lembas sadly, before glaring at Toron who just laughed.

After eating we settled down into elvish dreams.

I was awoken by a warning cry from one of the guards, and as my eyes focused the stench of yrch was overwhelming. I was quickly on me feet, grabbing my bow and quiver I started shooting at the dark creatures emerging from the undergrowth. One by one they fell to my arrows; as the others of my patrol rushed in with swords and knives to take them on in hand to hand combat.

But for every orc we killed two more took its place we were quickly being overwhelmed. Fear coursed through me as I heard an elven cry near me but I couldn't turn around to look and see who it was. Soon I was forced to abandon my bow in favor of my knives as the battle became too thick.

I soon saw Toron fighting near me and we were soon back to back, I was quick to notice he was favoring his left leg and quickly adjusted my fighting style to complement that.

"These things just don't seem stop coming" Toron gasped cutting down another orc. I was about to reply when a large orc swung its scimitar at me, deflecting the blow with my knives I quickly followed it by getting my knife into a weak spot in its armor killing it.

"Tiring already mellon-nin?" I asked panting, continuing to dance around the orcs, quickly killing them, I heard Toron grumble a reply but was too busy to make it out.

Then just as the orcs were starting to thin out I heard a low growl. Turning I expected a warg but instead I found myself looking into the blood red eyes of a large black wolf – not warg, wolf – it snapped its jaws, and long yellow fangs flashed. I was bringing up knives to defend myself when it lunged; I was knocked to the ground and could feel as it tore its fangs into my shoulder.

A scream ripped through the air somewhere, only later did I realize that it was mine. I struggled against the crushing weight of the creature. But no matter what I did it wouldn't let go.

Then it was gone in a pained yelp. There was a shadow standing over me watching the wolf as it circled once before turning and fleeing into the undergrowth. The shadow turned and crouched down next to me while calling my name. Only then did I realize that it was Toron who saved me. He seemed worried as he looked at the bite mark, I couldn't hold back a gasp of pain as he gently touched it. Then I noticed his lips were still moving, frowning I tried to make out the words.

"What in the Valar was that thing? It seemed dead set on taking a chunk out of you brat" he said trying to lighten the mood slightly though the worry was still there. That's when the background noises started coming back to me, the sound of the yrch was starting to fade as was the sound of battle.

"Toron what happened?" a voice called turning my head slightly I saw it was Lhathron, who was jogging toward us, my eyes quickly noted the stream of blood running down his face.

"A wolf, sir. Not like one I've ever seen before." Toron answered quickly, as always when there was wounded the time for joking was over. At Toron's words a look of confusion passed over Lhathron's face

"What do you mean? What was different?" he asked.

"It was large sir, not as large as a warg but easily twice the size of a normal wolf, and its eyes were blood red" at Toron's answer the commander looked troubled briefly, before he seemed to put the strange creature out of his mind. He looked down at me quickly before turning back at Toron.

"How is he?"

"Nothing too serious besides the bite wound, which luckily didn't pierce his jugular, though it came close. The only thing I'm worried about is infection, since it was a wild animal." Toron responded. I was starting to grow impatient as they continued to talk about me like I wasn't there.

Finally growing sick of it I pushed myself into a sitting position despite the searing pain that shot through my shoulder in protest. Toron and Lhathron's eyes were immediately on me and Toron was quick to try and push me back down; though I just shoved his hand away.

"I'm fine" I snapped at him in annoyance, though he just stood there clearly not amused by my stubbornness.

"If you call a gaping wound stretching from your shoulder to your neck fine, then yes clearly your fine!" he growled sarcastically.

"Yes, see I'm glad we agreed" I replied cheekily; before casting a glance at the wound and couldn't help but wince at the sight that greeted me. My entire shoulder was bloody and I could see the torn flesh and muscle underneath all the blood.

"Not so fine now huh" Toron snapped seeing me cringe. "Stay still so I can clean it out and sew it up" he ordered pulling out his med pack.

As he cleaned my wound, I gasped softly as the water touched it, I looked over the patrol. Lhathron had walked off to help the others, and I was sad to find only nine out of the twelve of us were still alive. None were without injure, the commander had a head wound, I saw someone with a sword wound on his shoulder, an orc had slashed Toron's leg open, I was bitten by that monster wolf, and-

My thoughts were halted when Toron started to sew up the wound; I wasn't expecting it so I cried out in pain, before biting my tongue.

"Oh grow up, brat" Toron said lightly not taking his eyes off the wound.

"You tell me to grow up but then call me a brat, how contradictory of you" I reply sending him a quick grin, before looking at the dead with a solemn expression.

After we made stretchers and took care of the wounded, we continued to the stronghold. Those who could bear the weight helped carry the dead on the stretchers while the others kept their eyes open for another attack.

Fortunately we made it home without further incident, when we passed through the gates we were swarmed be healers. I saw the King speak with Lhathron briefly before looking over the patrol, he locked eyes with me briefly taking in my bandaged shoulder before moving on to the others. He then spoke quietly over the dead and left to inform their families.

Later while I was on my balcony watching the stars, after being released from the healers, my father joined me.

"Adar" I greeted not taking my eyes off the night sky, only when I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders, mindful of the injured one, did I look at him.

"Ion-nin, how do you fare this night?" he asked softly looking at me with concern.

"I don't know what you mean ada, I'm fine" I whispered turning my gaze back to the sky.

"No you're not, this was the first time you were seriously injured while on patrol, and it's the first time you were there when some of the patrol passed into Mandos' Hall"

"Nor will it be the last I fear" I answered feeling silvery tears slip down my face, ada's hand cupped my face and turned it toward him, before wiping the tears away.

"Indeed" he answered simply before looking at the stars, my gaze followed his and we stood there for a long while in blissful silence. Then ada turned back to me, a small smile gracing his lips. "I'm glad you came home ion-nin, though I fear that one day you will not"

"I'll always come back to you ada, I promise I will never leave you." I swore with all my heart, and smiled as his smile grew. He kissed me on the forehead before taking his leave. If I had turned to watch him I would have seen him look back at me his smile now sad, and would have heard him whisper…

"Don't make promises you can't penneth"

It's been nearly a month since our patrol was attacked, and since then most of us have been confined to the stronghold to heal, though some of the less injured had joined the palace guard until we could go back out.

I found myself on my balcony once again this time staring up at the full moon; Lhathron had just informed me that the patrol would set out again in two days. I was thrilled, as much as I love being home, I found myself becoming increasingly bored these past few days. My shoulder had healed to the point that it was nothing but an ugly scar that should fade within a few years.

The night was clear and peaceful; I looked down into the courtyard and down to the gate which was ajar due to the guards slipping in and out throughout the night. I closed my eyes basking in the moonlight feeling completely at peace with the world.

Then my eyes shot open as pain ripped through my body, I was soon brought to my knees as another spasm hit. I tried to call out for help but I couldn't get enough air to do so. Gasping I pulled myself up until I was standing, looking around I noticed things looked sharper, smelled clearer. Then was an intense pain in my jaw, cautiously I ran my tongue over my teeth; reeling back I noticed they were sharp. My ears seemed to grow and move to the top of my head, hair covering them. I could hear my ribs breaking and shifting, I was in complete agony, to the point I wanted to howl in pain. Feeling something shifting in the back of my leggings I looked to find the tip of a tail poking out.

That's when I realized what was happening and full blown panic set in, I'm turning into a monster. I couldn't let anyone see me like this, so I vaulted over the balcony, stumbling as I landed I ran toward the open gate with one thought running through my head 'I have to get away'

Clearing the gate I doubled over as another spasm hit, and I could feel my skull breaking and reforming itself into another shape, pain clouded my vision. Then something grabbed my shoulder, acting on instinct I spun around my hand splayed, I caught the thing in the face. At first I felt satisfaction as I was released, but then an elvish scream broke through the fog that had covered my senses. Looking at my hand I noticed it was coated in silvery red blood, and then I saw the sharp claws extending from my fingers.

Horrified at what I had done I sprinted over the bridge, and into the wood, never looking back at the guard who had come to see if I was alright. As I ran the bones in my legs shifted to the point that I could no longer walk upright, and was forced to run on all fours. I ran until I could run no more, exhausted and lost I lay in the sun, which had risen at some point, allowing sleep to overcome me.

~End of Flashback~

That happened over a thousand years ago, not once have I managed to turn back into an elf. Since then I've made a new home in a small forest near a human settlement, living as a wolf.

I have long accepted what I now am, though I hate myself for it. At least I have someone to blame, that red eyed wolf. He did this to me and I swear by the Valar I will get my revenge, logically the wolf would be dead after all these years but something deep down told me that it was still out there.

As for my name the villagers call the White Wolf, very original but they are edain, for I have been in their legends for many centuries. The immortal guardian since I'm also the forest's protector it is rare to find a dark creature under these trees.

But before I became this monster I was known as Legolas Thranduilion, prince of the woodland realm.

Well that's it for now hopefully I do continue this, right now I have about ten different ways I can take it so I have to figure out which is best. And if you know me from other stories I'm sorry I will most likely never finish them, sorry. But I will try with all my might to finish this one, no promises.

There will be no romance in this story besides cannon sorry, there will be a few OCs like Toron, but I think he's the only one that really has a part in but that's not for a few chapters, Lhathron also comes in a bit.

If you couldn't guess this is AU, it may take place during the fellowship that's the plot I'm leaning toward but don't hold me on that. This is my first LOTR story so if characters are really OOC, which can't be explained by the differences in their backgrounds tell me and I will try and fix it.

Anyway please review but no flames thanks