Title: "Revenge"
Author: LegolasLover2003 aka Ashley
Category: Book - "Lord of the Rings"
Genre: Angst/Adventure
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to "The Lord of the Rings". I just adore it to pieces! Legede is a character of my own invention however. You may use him, but please ask permission to do so first.
NOTE: This story takes place after sometime after "Savior & Destroyer". This is JUST the Prologue so far.
PROLOGUE
"Legolas! Legolas, please... Please! You must wake, mellon nin! Please!"
The weary prince's eyes opened to lock with the grey ones of the human near him.
"Ara..."
"Shhh... Sidh. It is Estel. Please Legolas, listen. You... You must leave." the human's eyes bored holes into the Elf, shattering the prince's first reaction of response.
"Estel, I..."
"You must! You will die here if you linger."
The sound of a door hinge creaking in protest assaulted their senses as light flooded into the chamber. In stepped a shadowed and cloaked figure, one whom neither friend had seen for years.
"Hello, Finnelmathen."
A shiver of fear spiked through Legolas' mind. He tried to move closer to Aragorn, but found that the metal collar about his neck prevented him from any further movement. The choker was held fast to the stone wall behind him, with but an arm's length of strong chain attached to it, thus allowing the captive to lie down, but not to reach the other end of the cell.
The figure moved his hand to his hood, pushing the fabric away from his head to reveal himself fully. His aged and weathered features contrasted with the memory of the man in the Elf's mind, but he knew him nonetheless. He recognized the human's sneer, the way that the man moved, even how he spoke. Most of all however, Legolas knew the mortal's eyes, his laughing and mocking, yet piercing gaze. He was an old and hated enemy of the two friends...
Tileng Handiri.
"I have waited so very long for you to wake, Elf. Too bad. I had hoped to have some fun with you before this day was through, but it looks like I shall have to wait. I am not quite finished with your Ranger friend here, so I will have to steal him away from you for a time. I do hope you are not too disappointed that I cannot give you my full and undivided attention right away. However," the man smirked as he spoke, "I do not expect your friend to last much longer, at least, not with me heading the interrogation."
Tileng moved toward Aragorn, but a swift kick from the Ranger sent the older man back a step.
"Bring him!" Tileng ordered the group of men behind him.
As the throng surged forward, Aragorn felt the first tendrils of terror rising within him.
"Legolas!" the Ranger cried out as crude hands unchained his neck and forced the man from where he sat.
One of the prince's arms shot out, reaching toward the Ranger with all its might.
"Estel! NO!" Legolas shouted as Aragorn's fingertips just barely grazed those of the Elf.
The Ranger was being pulled out of the cell now, his hand still desperately fighting to reach the prince's own.
"Legolas! LEGOLAS!"
Tileng's laughter filled the space between himself and the Elf.
"ESTEL!" Legolas cried out before turning his piercing and rage filled blue eyes on their captor. "Tileng! Let him go! It is me you want, not him!"
But the man simply laughed, a smirk on his lips. "I will make you watch, Elf. Watch as the Ranger that you hold so dear, your friend, dies by my hand. Then, dear Prince of Mirkwood, I will take the greatest pleasure in killing you myself."
REVENGE
A "Lord of the Rings" Fanfiction
With a start, Legolas bolted upright in is bed. Aragorn's screams of pain echoed over and over again in his mind as he tried to force himself to reality.
The Ranger had been expected in Mirkwood for nearly a week... yet no word had come. The Elven Prince had sent a letter the day before to Imladris, informing Lord Elrond of his youngest son's late arrival.
Now...
Now such a horrid dream toyed with the Elf's fears for his friend's current safety.
"Ion nin?"
Legolas looked up in surprise and slight fear at the sudden voice, startled and confused.
"A... Ada? What?"
"A nightmare?" Thranduil asked, standing from the chair that he had been sitting in within his son's chamber.
The prince nodded.
"You worry for the human? For Estel?" Thranduil questioned.
Legolas swung his legs over the bedside. His silver night clothes gleamed in the moonlight that was streaming in from the balcony window. As the prince gained his footing, his father handed him a piece of plain parchment. Taking it, Legolas carefully read the words within to himself.
After a few moments, his tortured blue eyes looked up and locked with those of the Elvenking.
"Ha u-pul no..." the younger Elf whispered. {[( It cannot be... )]}
Thranduil said nothing. He simply placed an object in the palm of his son's hand.
As Legolas starred at the small ring in his fingers, tears filled his eyes.
"No..."
The tormented whisper caused the Elvenking to close his eyes in sorrow.
"No... Please no..."
In the archer's palm lay the heirloom of the House of Earendil...
The Ring of Barahir...
Aragorn's ring...
"ESTEL!"
Legolas crashed to his knees on the floor, hugging the precious jewel to his chest. Tears fell from his eyes unhindered now.
Then, in his grief... Legolas knew no more.
To Be Continued...
Words to Know:
Ion nin = My son
Ada = Father