Title: Soul Taker
Author: Keladieea
Summary: There is a taker, and there is a giver. One fierce and dangerous, feasting off the souls of elves, gaining strength, to ultimately become the end of all Middle-Earth. This One is the Soul Taker.
Author's Note: This is an AU. The Fellowship was never formed, and the ring was destroyed after Islidor destroyed Sauron.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
Read and Review please!
Soul Taker
Prologue: The Palace of Thranduil
The sun was shining brightly with the clouds stating a silent, yet clear contrast beside it. The wind was blowing a merry tune and the trees of Mirkwood were singing along. Through the woods, and down an old dirt path, stood a palace. The palace of King Thranduil, King of North Mirkwood. Inside, halls were lit with antique torches, and the walls were covered in paintings of some of the most Noble Elves of Mirkwood.
Yet, despite the clear sign of strictness in the Palace of Thranduil, the upstairs quarters of Prince Legolas Greenleaf were the opposite practice of his father's. Things were loud, and giggling could be heard all the way to the great stairwell in the center of the palace. Most of the servants in the Palace of Thranduil ignored the loudness that flowed through the marble halls, while new servants peered down the hall, towards the east wing where Legolas' quarters were located. The older, more experienced servants would pat the younger servants on the shoulder, and tell them that such a racket was nothing uncommon in the Palace of Thranduil.
What the younger servants didn't know, was that Legolas was having a daily romp in his room, playing tag with his beloved Irisaylia. Irisaylia Stargaze was not of royal or noble blood,nor was she of an exquisite faraway land. Irisaylia was of Mirkwood, and she was born to a shopkeeper and housewife, poor. She had befriended Legolas Greenleaf when she was only a young elfling, and they had become fast friends, and in time, they grew to love one another. Having spent more then centuries together, they knew it was right.
Legolas practiced his archery in the late mornings, and tended to royal business in the early afternoon. Irisaylia spent her late mornings preparing to enter the village where she helped in a flower shop, then she journied to the school house, where her younger nieces were released from school in the early afternoons. She would accompany them to their home on the edge of the village, and then return to the palace, where she helped with the upkeep of the royal garden. By then, Legolas would be done, and come and sweep her off her feet, and take her somewhere where they could be alone, let it be a waterfall, lake, or somewhere in the forest of Mirkwood. They would talk for hours, then go back to the palace, and join King Thranduil in dinner, and retreat for dessert in their room. Everyday they would follow this routine, and neither got tired from it.
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Ok, I know that this is not much of a start, but believe me, it does get longer and the point will soon arise!!
Author: Keladieea
Summary: There is a taker, and there is a giver. One fierce and dangerous, feasting off the souls of elves, gaining strength, to ultimately become the end of all Middle-Earth. This One is the Soul Taker.
Author's Note: This is an AU. The Fellowship was never formed, and the ring was destroyed after Islidor destroyed Sauron.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
Read and Review please!
Soul Taker
Prologue: The Palace of Thranduil
The sun was shining brightly with the clouds stating a silent, yet clear contrast beside it. The wind was blowing a merry tune and the trees of Mirkwood were singing along. Through the woods, and down an old dirt path, stood a palace. The palace of King Thranduil, King of North Mirkwood. Inside, halls were lit with antique torches, and the walls were covered in paintings of some of the most Noble Elves of Mirkwood.
Yet, despite the clear sign of strictness in the Palace of Thranduil, the upstairs quarters of Prince Legolas Greenleaf were the opposite practice of his father's. Things were loud, and giggling could be heard all the way to the great stairwell in the center of the palace. Most of the servants in the Palace of Thranduil ignored the loudness that flowed through the marble halls, while new servants peered down the hall, towards the east wing where Legolas' quarters were located. The older, more experienced servants would pat the younger servants on the shoulder, and tell them that such a racket was nothing uncommon in the Palace of Thranduil.
What the younger servants didn't know, was that Legolas was having a daily romp in his room, playing tag with his beloved Irisaylia. Irisaylia Stargaze was not of royal or noble blood,nor was she of an exquisite faraway land. Irisaylia was of Mirkwood, and she was born to a shopkeeper and housewife, poor. She had befriended Legolas Greenleaf when she was only a young elfling, and they had become fast friends, and in time, they grew to love one another. Having spent more then centuries together, they knew it was right.
Legolas practiced his archery in the late mornings, and tended to royal business in the early afternoon. Irisaylia spent her late mornings preparing to enter the village where she helped in a flower shop, then she journied to the school house, where her younger nieces were released from school in the early afternoons. She would accompany them to their home on the edge of the village, and then return to the palace, where she helped with the upkeep of the royal garden. By then, Legolas would be done, and come and sweep her off her feet, and take her somewhere where they could be alone, let it be a waterfall, lake, or somewhere in the forest of Mirkwood. They would talk for hours, then go back to the palace, and join King Thranduil in dinner, and retreat for dessert in their room. Everyday they would follow this routine, and neither got tired from it.
~*~
Ok, I know that this is not much of a start, but believe me, it does get longer and the point will soon arise!!