I've had this idea running through my head for alonggggg time now so I finally decide to start writing it down. So since I have no beta there are going to be mistakes. I'm going to try my best of course but believe it or not I'm not perfect ( haha) even though I am a Goddess. Anyway, this story is going to be slash…idk how graphic. Haha OH and I forgot to tell you if you didn't look up there ^, this pairing is Legolas and Saron ( I know very weird but I hope it'll work out.) ENJOY

Chapter One: The beginnings of decent.

A whimper escaped its lips. Blood coated the side of its face, molding to beautiful features. Cut lips cracked into a bitter smile as he heard his own weakness.

Climbing down out from a crook in a tree a boy shaped figure stepped carefully to the soft forest floor. Eyes and ears alert, even through his pain he quickly took flight from his safe heaven through the misty woods. Ears catching a sound close to him he darted to the side and took cover under the thick branches of a bush. Taking a quick deep breath he held it straining to hear anything. For a few minutes only silence, broken only by the chirping and creaking of life.

Silence.

Suddenly a figure dropped to the ground leaves trailing behind him. Landing lightly on the jungle floor near where he was hiding, this thing could have been mistake for a man, if not for the fact that it stood well beyond 6 foot 5 with limbs longer and leaner then a mans. He was an elf, and in the dark his eyes shinned, sucking in what little light he could to see. He scanned the area surrounding him before an unnatural voice called out a tint of desperation in the smooth tones.

"Legolas! Prince! Please child come out! Stop this game! Everybody worried sick. Legolas!" The beings forehead crinkled and a few wrinkles seemed to gather on his ageless face as he received no replie. Giving up he took back to the high branches continuing his search.

The boy figure now known as Legolas pulled back his teeth animalisticly in his anger. Oh he knew his kin were searching high and low for him; he could hear their shouts from where he had been hiding though out the whole night. But he would rather die than answer it. Legolas spat blood out onto the ground as he got out from under the bush and stood up. His body protesting every movement. Never the less he knew he had to keep moving or he would be found and brought home. Still as his legs gave out from under him putting him back under the bush he couldn't find the will to continue. Legolas sighed, chocking lightly he looked up into the small sliver of night sky he could see peeping out from the branches. Legolas curled up as well as he could ignoring the burning sensation just focusing on the night sky. He knew he was better at hiding and keeping from his own species (for some odd reason) but there were bigger and badder creatures out here in the wilderness that could easily take on a small elfling and kill it. Letting his battered body rest he pulled up a hand to push back his once bright locks. Letting the limb drop wherever he closed his eyes trying to keep what little rest he could.

Keeping his eyes closed even as he gave up on the once again allusive being know as sleep Legolas's mind started replaying everything that happened earlier that night. It wasn't his first beating nor the worst his father had put him through but this one was different from all the others, this time Legolas had finally snapped, anger growing with every step he had taken from that place he called home.

He knew the forest wasn't safe at night, especially night even it was dangerous during the day but at the point he hadn't cared. The darkness had called to him, cloaking him and covering his tracks, He had carefully planned his escape from his bedroom window when he had been able to function better. Whenever his father had given him a beating he threw his son into his bedroom alone for the night to think about what he had done. Healers weren't allowed until morning. This night Legolas couldn't, wouldn't wait until morning. He couldn't stand to be in the palace one more second; Legolas had noticed that whenever he had received a beating the palace took on an angry dark feeling like it was mad he was getting hurt, like a sprit had taken it upon them self to protect him though it never had. Legolas snorted at the thought. When he was younger he had always believes it was his mothers sprit trying to save him but he soon dismissed that thought when he grew older. He figured his mother had left this land along time ago and with good reason even if he would never forgive her for leaving him. 'Now' he thought, 'I am too.' Legolas struggled to get his eyes open blood having dried on them. It was still dark out and he guessed it to be a little before past midnight. He groaned as his body creaked and popped when he gathered his strength to stand. The best he could do was hunch and drag his right leg. Shuffling he continued on not knowing where he was going, a haze settling in his mind. He hoped upon hope that it wasn't in the direction of the eleven city.

Using trees to help him and staying in the shadows Legolas blinked, eyes clearing as he looked upon a meadow in the middle of a dark forest that was glowing with light. Legolas shook his head, instantly regretting it as he felt a dizzy spell take over his whole body. The moons watchful eyes brightened the meadow making it seem as if magic was in the very air. Steadying himself and taking deep gulping breaths of air Legolas tried to keep himself from crying. He had never seen something so beautiful and in the middle of Mirkwood for heaven's sake, he smiled a grim bitter smile.

'What a beautiful place to die.'

Legolas marched into the middle of the field and dropped like a bunch of brinks. H couldn't feel his body anymore. He knew it was useless to fight the fog that was creeping into his mind at an alarming rate, he felt like he was shutting dow….

'NO! 'He couldn't give in, not yet he was so young. But the darkness was calling again and he found his will had turned against him now only wanting to sleep even if it was forever. Just as he was about to give into the call he heard footsteps right above him, forcing his eyes open he couldn't even gasp as blood red eyes stared straight into his. Closing his tired eyes again Legolas forced out a harsh weak cry not knowing why this strange creature was watching him die but welcoming the company. And before he fell back into the blackness he heard the creature's voice dark and smooth, say he's name lullibying him to the edge.

Well? What did you think? I no he sounds older then a kid but he's an elfling so he could really be 200 in a boy's body. Lol I'll get to that don't worry. Review please (:

DGC

Ps: is lullibying a word? And did I spell it right? Helppp