A/N: I really don't know where exactly this is going, I just have a basic plot and I'm running with it. I never plan out my stories, so don't ask me questions about what'll happen cuz I really don't know.

Disclaimer: I own the Sauron's Son (SS, lol), and the Ums. I don't own the word Um (it's elvish) I just own the creature creations. And I don't own anything else, including characters, places, personalities, objects, ect. Why am I naming this stuff? You know what Tolkien created. Oh, but I also own Dadroc, I have a tendency to use it in all of my LotR stories, but I'm not sure exactly why. Oh, well…

Son of Sauron Part I

(maybe someday I'll give it a real title!)

"My lord," Anaron said, approaching Legolas on his own feet. "The horses… they seem to be spooked. Something has them. They're… possessed, almost. It seems-"

Legolas looked out onto the grassy plain. Anaron's report was fully correct. Men were dismounting, for fear of their own horses. But they stood much less of a chance against the evil creatures on foot.

It came gradually, yet suddenly, somehow. The spirit in the air. It was taunting, evil. You cannot defeat me. You cannot defeat my armies. You cannot defeat us. The words rolled around inside the handsome prince's head. You cannot. Cannot.

Legolas had then felt something he hadn't felt since the War of the Ring, nearly 50 years ago. It was an evil presence, one that he stood in.

"Something is happening," he whispered. Then, suddenly shouted. "Get them all back!"

"Back?" Anaron demanded. "But… my lord, these elves are filled with honor and bravery. They will fight for you… and fight very well."

"They will not get the chance if they don't turn back!" Legolas replied. "I feel something… something is coming. We must retreat to Mirkwood where we can re-plan, and defeat this army."

"They are trolls, my lord."

"Not all trolls! We are in grave danger here. I promised my kingdom a safe return and that is what shall happen. Pull them back."

Anaron blinked. This was not like Legolas to order a retreat. He was a great warrior, not one to give up easily. But suddenly the horses became uneasy and their leader was too? How peculiar…

But he was right. Not all in this army were trolls. Some were other creatures… creatures that no one had ever seen before.

"Yes, my lord."

Legolas closed his eyes. He was finding it hard to breathe. What was happening? What was this feeling… this voice?

You cannot defeat my armies, no. Smart of you to bring back your people. Now you will come to me. You will come, and then you will die.

Legolas now found himself gasping for air. All that covered his mind, consumed him, was a large canopy of darkness. All he saw, all that was ever worth seeing was dark, evil, also consumed by a power, the power that was speaking to him.

"Leave," he choked out. "Leave me."

You will leave this place. You will leave and enter my lair. It is in that place that you will die, yes. You will come to me and die. You cannot defeat my armies and you cannot defeat me. And no, you cannot defeat us, together. Resistance…

Legolas opened his eyes and he felt relieved. Safe. He turned his head away from the sight of battle back to the woods – Mirkwood – and felt as if he were home already. How grand the arrival would be… they would enter in, and then he would be able to go into the castle, his castle, and rest. Then everything would be fine.

You will never be rid of me.

The cold voice sent a shiver down his spine. Then Anaron came back, leading the group of 500 Elvish warriors. "My lord, to Mirkwood?"

But the King of Mirkwood wasn't looking to the speaker, he was looking beyond him. For there, the army of trolls and other devilish-looking creatures were turning… not going straight on to follow the Elven army, not turning fully around to go back, but turning left.

"To Gondor," Legolas said. "They're going to Gondor!"

"Yes, are we to go to Mirkwood?"

Spooks or no, Legolas got on his horse. The horse was startled and gave a small jump but nothing more, he then allowed his master to mount him. "I will go to Gondor and warn the Lord and Lady, you are to go back to Mirkwood and get a larger army ready. And until I return-" He smiled. "All subjects shall yield to my son, Ohtar."

"Yes, my lord. Are we to continue on foot?"

"Get on your horses," he answered. "The spirit is leaving with the trolls, the horses should be all right in only a moment. And Anaron? Tell Gwilith that I love her, and not to worry. I am simply going to pay a few old friends a visit. I shall be back within a week."