Long sought by the gods and bears scars on the woman that wore it, the witchblade. A dangerous weapon said to either have been "God's Creation" or "The Devil's Hand". The person that wears this weapon is said to love the pleasure of killing, but is it good or evil? That's for the bearer to decide for there has been only one male that was able to harness such power. One innocent soul, to not want destruction, but peace. Is this witchblade able to grant him that request?
It resigns in the shadows in a temple, sheltered away from evil and away from anyone that wishes to harness it's power for the sake of their own selfishness. Instead lays on a small pedal stool in the center room, a small light from the roof shining it. Right now, it wished for a host and was not so picky to even choose a male as it's host for women weren't aloud in that room with it. This grotesque-looking arm sat, alone. The red stone in the center of the back of it's hand had a dark red glow of crimson to it. It's fingers would struggle a bit, but was held down by the leather bounds that held it. The red stone opened up like an eye and shifted it's attention to the door that opened up.
Through that eye, it saw the cursed wizard that banished it to it's lonely prison here. The name of this cursed wizard was Gandalf, but a few others walked in with the wizard. A rough looking sort of person with brown hair to his shoulders, and a stubble to go with his rough appearance, a short person with an orange, braided beard in which this eye paid no attention to those two, but instead looked at the third person that was with the wizard. A pointy eared figure, long white arms and hands rounded up into fists swayed in fluid motion by his thin figure. Long blonde hair that dressed his back in yellow and eyes of a blue hue and could probably pierce the very soul of one. On his back he carried a small quiver with a load of arrows, possibly to a point where no matter how many he shot, he still had enough to shoot down his foes. At his sides, on the right fist he carried a bow, his slender, but tough fingers curled around it. The eye looked away and closed it's eye back up again as if it had been in an eternal slumber for nearly a decade.
"Is this the weapon that has come to your attention Gandalf" asked the rough looking man, as he rubbed his thumb and index finger on the stubble on his chin.
"Indeed it is, scars the women that bear it and causes great fear into those who go against it, Aragorn" Gandalf said, as he put his staff down.
"It could be used for good if we chose the right woman for it. We can protect middle earth if we use it correctly" said the small dwarf.
"You hold your tongue, Gimli. It shall be used for neither side, evil nor good. I don't wish to see this thing on anyone nor do I wish for this thing to used to it's highest potential" Gandalf said, giving the cobble stone floor.
"I can defiantly sense the darkness that lingers on it. It quiet disturbs me to believe this was used once" Legolas said, as he circled the pedal stool, looking down at it.
"Indeed, the witchblade is a dangerous weapon and could possibly put kingdoms to ruin" Gandalf said, his eyes looking up at the pointy eared figure.
"Well, isn't there someway to destroy it if you don't wish to use it" asked Gimli, with utter annoyance.
"It can't be destroyed. Anyone that tried to destroy it will wind up dead because of it" Gandalf said, looking back down at the witchblade.
"What do you propose we do with it, Gandalf" Aragorn asked, removing his hand from his chin and letting them dangle to his sides.
"Orcs from Isenguard wish to see that this winds up in their hands and to use this weapon. I ask of you to guard it with your lives" Gandalf said, grabbing the end of his white sleeve.
"We won't let you down" said the pointy eared figure, as he kept looking down at it.
Then at a sudden movement, the eye opened back up looking straight up at the ceiling. This caused the elf to jump a bit, and squirm a bit as it looked straight back him. Gandalf, Aragorn, and Gimli looked at the witchblade then back up at their friend with confusion. The eye kept looking at him and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He wanted out of their now.
'Legolas' the figure heard that chilling whisper in his ears. That was his name, why was it calling him by his name.
"Did you guys hear that?" Legolas asked the others, looking up at them.
"Heard what, you knife-ear" Gimli snapped in question.
Legolas looked back down at the eye that seemed to have closed when he wasn't looking. Everyone stared at each other in shock until Gandalf broke the silence.
"It's probably wondering what creatures surround it at this time. Like I said, keep watch of it" Gandalf said, as he grabbed his white sleeve and turned around, his robe flared a bit as he turned around, walking on his staff and out the door. The others took one last look at the arm and walked away, but the eye soon snapped open to watch Legolas leave.
'Yes, indeed he will be the perfect host. Though as it will curse him, he should feel honored to be the first male to ever have such a weapon rested upon his elfish body. Legolas, you will be the next bearer of the Witchblade'
Legolas struggled in his sleep, nightmares flooded his head as he tried to find some confortable position to keep himself rested and away from the nightmares. Though the odd thing was, was that he never had any nightmares before. Why would he have them now?
In these dreams Legolas seemed in nothing but blackness, the only other color that resigned there was red streaks that flew through the air like ribbons. Some spun around his figure and then at a fast and sudden few moments the streaks flew into one spot and began to encase themselves to take shape into the figure of a woman. Legolas backed up a bit as he saw this woman come closer to him, her face now out of the shadows. Her long hair that went down to her ankles was a crimson red, and a few black swirls encased her body. Her eyes, the white were now as black as her pupils and the iris of her eyes glowed a bright yellow. The thing that scared Legolas the most about her was her right arm. It bore something so familiar and took him a few seconds to realize it was the witchblade on her arm. The figure got closer to him as she wore a devious and sort of a seductive smirk on her face. Legolas would've backed up more, but something numbed him to stop him in his tracks. His body got so numb to the point where he kneeled down in front of her. The woman stopped as soon as she was in front of him, leaning down and grabbing his chin within her right hand that held the witchblade to get him to look at her. Legolas winced a bit, as he tried to move his chin away from her hands, but nothing worked. "Congradulations, young elf. You deem worthy of being my host, especially at being my first male host. Use me well and let the plessure of killing, consume your body as you use me to my highest advantages" she said, her voice was seductive and deep. She seemed to be enjoying Legolas's struggles as she bent down and gave his cheek a lick just to her entertainment. "Though, only time will tell when you'll be able to grasp a hold of my power. Only time will tell" she said, as she disappeared into nothingness. Just then he felt a shake…the night sky and the moon were in his vision.
It took him some time to realize he was awake and being shook by Gimli.
"Legolas, wake up ye stupid elf. The orcs are in the temple, I would've figured you could hear them with those big ears of yours" he yelled at Legolas. Legolas shook his head to forget about that awful nightmare and stood up from his laying position to grab his bow, perched right next to him on a rock and run towards the small temple.
Outside, the temple seemed like nothing. It just seemed like a small, one room stoned house, but inside, was a downstairs that lead underground, one long hall later, you would've have reached the room that held the Witchblade in it. Legolas ran through the already opened door with Gimli with an arrow already set into place on his bow and down the stairs and into the hall, aiming his arrow at the end of the hall to the room and taking a shot. The shot was hit right on target with an orc in it's head. Gimli ran ahead of him with his axe ready to go and Legolas followed suit, pulling his elfish blades from his sides and into the orc horde that laid inside that very room. He looked over to see Aragorn trying to fend them off all by himself and wouldn't stand the fact his friend was doing all the work and slashed his way through the orc brigade to meet up with him.
"You're late" Aragorn mocked Legolas as he made his way to his friend's side.
"Sorry, but the moon decided to make my eyes a little bit to heavy" Legolas said, as he slashed at the orcs. His movements and attacks were sending all the orcs that were at first going up against Gimli and Aragorn to his side. All wanting them to take a shot at the elf and kill him, which made the eye on the Witchblade open again to watch him. Legolas and Aragorn began to separate from each other. Aragorn moved his sword quickly and with ease, dodging as axes and swords nearly came down on him. He was able to block them with his sword. Aragorn and Gimli were trying to shove the orcs out the door and close it, but the number of orcs deemed to great for they were only able to get half of them out. Legolas was the only one dealing with the ones inside the temple, though a bit of trouble he still managed to pull through.
Yes, he's strong indeed. Every movement is as fluid and elegant as poetry. It makes me wish I had him as my host even more. I shall wait to come into play if he's ever in trouble during this fight, then I cease my opportunity.
As if the Witchblade's prayers have been answered, Legolas began having a bit of trouble. As the horde of orcs paid attention to him and ganged up on him against the wall. Legolas tried to back them up by holding his bow in front of him, but to no avail and only made the string snap on his bow.
As soon as one orc was ready to stab Legolas, the witchblade glowed a crimson red that filled the room and even blinded the orcs. The witchblade struggled until it was free of it's leather bounds and in a fast motion, flew towards Legolas. Tentacles detracted from the witchblade arm and wrapped around Legolas's wrist. Legolas tried to pull away at the excruciating pain it caused to his wrist, but the Witchblade insisted and pulled itself closer onto Legolas's wrist. The witchblade began to form around Legolas's arm and dig deep into his skin, even causing it to bleed.
Legolas let out a pain-filled scream as he latched on to his arm in hopes that it would stop the pain. The orcs stepped back away from Legolas, if Gimli and Aragorn were watching they could've saw Legolas's transformation, but their dealings with the orcs outside and into the hall distracted them and they didn't even know their friend was at a greater pain.
The witchblade arm began to grow into full armor around Legolas, but not completely around his figure. His chest and back were bare and his skin began to change from pale, to a full white color, black, curvy lines also laid on his skin which caused him to let out another scream. The other arm soon grew the same exact thing the witchblade arm grew and left a trail of black armor down his spine, as if his clothes had been ripped off his chest laid bare to reveal the white skin and black lines, two of them laid on his pecks and at the end, covered the nubs. After the black armor reached the end of Legolas's spine and too his tailbone, it soon reached down to his legs. The armor enclosed his legs and punctured the skin to stay on and even down to his feet like boots. A small piece of armor enclosed around his man hood to cover it up. The transformation quickly finished as his hair turned as white as his skin, and the armor turned a dark black. The armor was spiked and possibly to a point where you couldn't go near him without getting stabbed. He snapped open his eyes as his screams seized, the blue pools were now a different color. The whites were now a deep black, and his irises were now white, leaving the pupil the same deep black color. His face was stern which caused the orcs to sort of back away with fear.
A heat wave full of plessure, consumed Legolas's body and he let out a loud, demonic cackle.
"Sorry, I'm looking for others to feast on my plessure but you'll have to do" Legolas said, which sounded nothing at all like him. It's like the witchblade took over his very mind while it was at it. With one large flick of his arm, a blade retracted from his left hand, he did the same with his right and two blades were now his most dangerous weapon.
He grabbed one of the orcs with his armored hand and crushed it's head between his fingers, cackling as he did so to this gorey demise. Moving his arms around in fast motion passed the orcs, getting every orc in the room in just one second. Once he covered every inch of the room, he paused on the other side, licking at the blood on his clawed fingertips. His tounge encircled the crimson liquid around his fingers in a seductive motion, letting out small moans as he did so. After a few seconds the orcs in the room went to turn around, they're bodies were decapitated and on the ground. At Legolas's fast pace during his attacks, they didn't even know that once he passed them, their fate was sealed.
Legolas let out another evil cackle, letting his bloody fingers trail on his chest and downwards, trails of blood leading down his chest as he did so. He still held that sinister yet seductive smile to his face, a heat wave of plessure consumed his veins and enclosed him in his own lust. He wrapped his arms around himself, letting out small moans as he did so then looked up and began to move foreward.
"I wonder if there's any other toys I can play with" he said, sort of out of character for himself. In a split second after he said that, familiar voices ran through his ears.
"Legolas! Are you alright? We heard screaming!" It was the voice of Aragorn. "You better not be dead, ye stupid elf" he heard the voice of Gimli trail behind Aragorn's.
Legolas snapped out of his lustful state and fell onto his knees, the armor began to sink away down into the witchblade arm, which then shrunk to a small bracelet with a small jewel on it. His skin was back to it's normal color and so was his hair and even his clothes were back on his body.
"G-Gimli…A-A-Aragorn" he studdered a bit, his eyes felt droopy and he sunk to the floor, passed out. The small bracelet around his wrist ceized it's crimson glow a bit and soon stopped glowing.
On the other end of the hallways, Gimli and Aragorn were so close to shoving the orcs out the door. Aragorn soon turned around as he heard the painful screams of a familiar voice come from the other room.
"Legolas!" he muffled a scream, but it was unable to be heard on the other side. Aragorn tried to fight pass the orcs to try and get passed, but the odds were counted against Gimli and Aragorn. If Legolas turned up dead, Aragorn wouldn't be able to forgive himself for the loss of this dear friend.
As soon as they were able to thin out the number of orcs, they tried to multi task and push the doors closed while fighting off he orcs that came toward them. Just then the orcs turned their heads towards the room to see a few of their commrads come running out the door. They followed pursuit out the door, terrified of something in that room. Aragorn and Gimli didn't question at first and closed the doors once they were all out. Aragorn pressed his back up against the wall and caught his breath till a thought came into mind. Was Legolas alright? He quickly ran down the hallway, Gimli paused a bit and gave out a heavy sigh.
"That stupid elf better not be dead" Gimli mumbled to himself.
"Legolas! Are you alright? We heard screaming!" Aragorn shouted in hopes he would get a response, but nothing.
"You better not be dead, ye stupid elf" Gimli yelled from behind, repeating himself but only to see if he could get a snapping response from Legolas.
As Aragorn stepped into the room, his eyes couldn't believe the sight he saw. Decapitated orcs laid all over the floor, blood was spilt everywhere. He looked around the room in hopes Legolas was standing, but he was nowhere to be seen. He took it upon himself to jump across orcs to at least find his corpse if he was lost in shadow. As soon as he got to the center, there on the ground was a spot of bright blonde in front of him. As soon as his eyes adjusted a bit, he saw that the bright blonde of hair was Legolas.
"Legolas!" he yelled out, hoping his voice could be heard. He kneeled down and turned him on his back, supporting his head. He laid two fingers on his neck to try and feel some sort of pulse, he sighed with relief when he heard the steady heart beat. He looked down at Legolas to see if any wounds rested on his body, but one thing did stick out was his wrist. A bracelet was wrapped around Legolas's wrist, but Aragorn never saw the bracelet before. He lifted his hand up to examine it more closer and wrapped his fingers around it to try and slip it off, but it was on tight. At first, he thought it was just stuck around his wrist, till he got a better look at it and saw that it was embedded into his skin. As Aragorn tried to pull it off, Legolas let out a small wince in his small slumber and small traces of crimson liquid trailed down his wrist. Aragorn gave one last attempt to pull it off, until a tentacle emerged from the bracelet and cut his hand. Aragorn pulled his hand back, and examined the cut. It could've taken his entire hand if he didn't pull back in time.
"Aragorn! The Witchblade is missing!" Gimli yelled, from halfway across the room. Aragorn looked up to realize that he was right, it was gone. His face grimaced a bit. Was that the reason why the orcs left? Did they finally get what they wanted? Right now, was the time to act fast if they did. He slipped one arm under Legolas's knees to hold up his legs and then his arm around his shoulders to lift him up off the ground. Legolas's head dangled a bit from Aragorn's arm and his right wrist that held the bracelet dangled, the other arm supported on his stomach.
"Come on, let's consult Gandalf and get Legolas some help. It's not like him to pass out like this" Aragorn commanded Gimli and sprinted out the hallways and out the door. Gimli lagged behind a bit, but managed to keep up at the perfect time when Strider was helping Legolas sit up on the horse, followed by himself. He hopped on the horse with Legolas sitting in front of him, wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him tight. Gimli had a hard time getting up on his horse which he use to ride with Legolas, but now had to ride by himself.
Aragorn said a few words in elvish to get his horse going and they were off. Aragorn remembered the instructions that were given in any emergency. "Mirkwood is closest to here so I'll reside there. If there are any problems you come see me there" were Gandalf's exact words to the Strider.
"To Mirkwood!" Strider yelled, as he held Legolas in his grasp. The elf's head laid limp against the Strider's shoulder as they rode off and the peak of sunrise shown up in the skies.
I know this idea is lame, but I had it in my head for a while. I mean, it was based off an idea I had for a male Witchblade and soon spiraled into this. I know my description of the witchblade's armor is well bleh, but I couldn't describe it well enough in my head. Anyway I hoped you enjoyed it, I might even add a little love with AragornXLegolas. Who knows…request it and I might.