Blood thirsty: Well, here we go, chapter two! The only one who reviewed was again, THE AJ Matthews! *Beams with pride *
Legolas: Get over it. Jeez,
Aragorn: I'm in this chapter? Yeah! Finally, the important one!
Legolas: Shut up. Everyone knows that I'm better. Who has the longer list of fan girls? Hmm, is it you?
Aragorn: Well… it should be.
Blood thirsty : On with the chapter… I might boost the rating to R for violence… but that's not for sure, and most likely not for this chapter.
Legolas: What?! But you're not even old enough to READ rated R fics! You can't be serious!
Blood thirsty: Oh well, I am. These -~-~-~-~-~ and Aa Ba Cc… etc etc etc means flash back. Just so you know.
King Thranduil had his sword ready, though he prayed he didn't have to use it. He sent one of his sons to Rivendell to get their help. Maybe even get Elrond himself to save Legolas. His other sons were keeping watch around the palace. What had possessed him to do that?
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Legolas lunged at his brother, sliver knife unsheathed. His brother was barely fast enough to dodge it, let alone counter it. His oldest brother jumped him from behind.
" Legolas! What in the name of Valor are you doing?!" He shouted, hoping to stop this before it got worse. Though to his surprise, Legolas easily pried him off, and rolled. Tables were turned. Legolas' hands found their way to his throat, and squeezed.
His second youngest brother jumped Legolas and tackled him from the side. Before Legolas had a chance to retaliate, he had three other elves on him. Knowing he would be over powered, he managed to squirm his way out of their grasps, and sprint towards the darkened hallway. It was very unnatural speed, even for an elf. He was no where to be found.
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He had not been found yet, and that scared Thrandruil. It had taken four warrior elves to take him down. He began to slowly walk forward, listening to any and every sound. He could feel the blood pulsing through his lobes, and found it somewhat distracting. ' Keep your mind on the task at hand.' His mind screamed. Though right now all he wanted to do was forget about this, and hope that Legolas' outburst didn't happen. It was most likely for his eldest son, but not for Legolas.
The elven King's thoughts were intruded by a shrill scream. ' Legolas no! Not a maiden! They have done nothing!' He prayed he heard wrong, but it was just hopes from denial that his youngest, most gracious son would do something like that. He saw his middle son dash out of a smaller corridor leading to the hallway and they both dashed around, hoping to reach it to the elven maiden in time.
The tranquil numbness was leaving him. He was becoming very dimly aware of where he was, in a room of some sort. He didn't want the euphoria to leave him. That kind of cold was a new feeling, one that he didn't want to abandon. He lifted his hands to rub his face, and try to sooth the headache that plagued him. As he rubbed his face, he was becoming more aware that he was smearing some sort of liquid around his face. It was a crimson color. Could it be blood? No, of course not. Why would he have had that peaceful feeling if there was blood everywhere? He was kneeling over something.
Just as the cold, hard truth was about to dawn on him, his brother and father came bursting through. He looked up at them, but this time without malice. It was confusion and helplessness that claimed his features. Legolas knew his hands were covered in blood. And he knew that he was kneeling over a dead elf-maiden. Why he did not know. All he knew was terror. His breathing became labored, and the world around him began to spin, though it wasn't the peacefulness that he had before. It was definitely shock. He began to shake and tremble. His father approached him cautiously, though wanting to stay far away from the gruesome sight.
The poor elf-maiden couldn't have been much older than Legolas. Yet she was already gone from middle earth. Her face looked almost serene, though covered in blood. She had a gash open on her throat, blood still trickling down onto the floor.
" Legolas…? Please, tell me what happened." His father said softly, trying to get through to the young elf. Legolas barely registered it. His father place a hand on his shoulder, and Legolas jerked towards his father. His father knew Legolas was normal again.
" Tell me what happened here." He stated, louder this time. Legolas didn't know, what was he going to say? His mind buzzed.
" I-I don't know…" Legolas whispered pitifully. His father's looks contorted into something Legolas didn't recognize. His other two brothers came bursting in. Legolas still bore that look of helplessness.
" Legoas! What did you do?!" His eldest brother screamed, pushing past Thranduil and shaking Legolas violently. Legolas had a look of horror on his face. Realizing what he had done, he pushed him back, and ran past his father and other kin. Thraduil shot his son a dark look, before finally snapping at him.
" Do not ever do that again. I was reaching him, and you spoiled it! Can't you see he doesn't know what's going on?!" His father glared at him, though it had barely any effect on him. Him and all of his sons dashed out of the room to find him.
It was the second eldest son who looked in the forest. He had walked to a small stream, and saw Legolas there. He was against a tree, arms around his shins and face in his knees. His shoulders shook ever so slightly.
" Legolas, are you alright?" His brother asked cautiously. Legolas didn't even acknowledge him. His brother sat down beside him.
" What have I done?" Legolas murmured pathetically. His brother could only answer by embracing him, and letting his youngest brother cry on his shoulder.
It had been three days since Legolas had taken the life of an elven maiden. Guilt was eating him from inside out. He would barely come out of his room, and when he did, he avoided all eye contact, and headed to the forest. He wasn't eating, and he would hardly ever sleep. He was paler, and becoming very scrawny. He would always look like he was about to burst into tears, but remained with the sad look on his face undisturbed. It went on like that a few days longer, until the elf from Rivendell arrived.
" Legolas! Come down, we have someone from Rivendell to see you!" one of his brothers yelled. Legolas cared not of which one yelled for him. He chose to ignore them. He continued to sit on his balcony ledge. Then a knock on his door tried to rouse him from his room, but he didn't move. His eyes were set on the horizon. It was dusk. They sky was a brilliant shade of pink and purple. He didn't want to face reality.
" Legolas? Please, tell me what has happened, I want to help you." A familiar feminine voice greeted his keen ears.
" Arwen, what are you here for? Did they not tell you what has happened?" He asked softly.
" Yes, they have, but I refuse to believe it was you who did it." She said aggressively.
" It was my hands, and my blade." He stated bluntly.
" Maybe so, but not your mind. Tell me what you remember." She said, this time more concerned. Legolas sighed.
" I remember nothing." He said quietly. Her determination to help her friend burned in her like lava.
" Then we shall go to find the Istar." She said. Legolas looked up at her. Wonder in his eyes shone like stars through midnight. Then he looked down again.
" Nay, I am tainted, I do not wish to plague him with blood stained hands." Legolas murmured. Arwen would not let him stay here and die from guilt, and let-whatever- took him over get away with it.
" Legolas, you will go whether you like it or not. I have already made arrangements, and we know where Mithrandir is." She whispered to him, trying to get some sort of response. He looked at her again, and gave up. She was as hard headed as a boar sometimes. He sighed and slowly stood up. She smiled faintly at him, hoping to get a small smile back, but he barely noticed her. Legolas packed light, so it took very little time to prepare to leave.
It was nearly morning when they left. Legolas' father bid him farewell, but no other elves came; whether it be from fear or disgust. It was a five day journey, for they traveled fast and hard. Legolas didn't know where they were going, but he was becoming aware of that same paranoia taking him over again. He was constantly checking over his shoulder. Arwen was not oblivious to it either. Though it seemed to worry her more about Legolas, because it seemed to effect him more. He was starting to worry her. He was hardly sleeping, and ate barely anything.
" Legolas, I fear for your health. You don't eat, or sleep. As well as you seem paranoid. I sense it too, though I don't know what it is. Do you?" She spoke soft, but firmly. He looked at her, his eyes betraying his fears.
" I know it all too well." He murmured, but that was all she was able to get out of him. It was a little while into the fourth day until Legolas finally asked where they were going. She replied with the same answer.
" We are going to see some old friends." Was all she would say. Legolas yearned to see Gimli again. He still had to visit Fangorn and those 'stupid caves' as he always said it, earning a grunt of disapproval from Gimli. They would always jest like that about eachother. He wished he would have gone before instead of waiting. Though now he wondered if Gimli would accept him. Would anyone accept him? Or would he go through life being hated and feared. He shivered, something rare for an elf to do.
'legolas…' Legolas went ghost white. He listened hard, but all he heard was the pounding of his horse's hooves against the ground. He looked at Arwen, who seemed pre-occupied with something on her thoughts. He wanted to tell her, but knew she wouldn't be able to hear the voice.
' Legolas… come… let me… help you… please…' the voice pleaded. Legolas trembled as he felt that same cold creep up on him. Though this time he fought it. As soon as he tried to resist the dark feeling that was taking him over, instead of a blissful feeling, a burning pain filled his head. His vision became blurred from the white blinding agony. He let out a cry, but still resisted giving in. He felt everything stop, very painfully though. He was faintly aware of hooves coming closer. All that mattered was keeping himself conscious.
" Legolas!" Arwen cried. He had fallen off his horse, very ungracefully. She had been so occupied with the shadow around her, she never thought about how it might be effecting Legolas. He was in the fetal position, though he was shaking. She turned back immediately, dismounted, and was at his side. She put her hand on his forehead, and it felt so hot. Though as soon as she did, he began to wail in agony.
" Legolas! Please answer me!" Though she knew it was no use. He began to convulse. She was terrified for his life. She kept him on his side until his convulsions slowed to minor twitches, and then he went down to heavy breathing. The one thing that scared her is that his eyes were closed. She hoisted him onto her horse, letting his roam back to Rivendell. He was lighter than he should be, even for an elf. She had to make it to Gondor in time.
Legolas awoke to sunshine beating his eyes. He blinked, and closed them. He opened them immediately when he heard a familiar voice beside him.
" I'm glad to see you awake, old friend." Came the familiar voice of Aragorn. Legolas couldn't help but smile. But the pain in his head was painful; too painful to keep smiling. Legolas winced and rolled over.
" What happened to me?" Legolas mumbles from under the sheets of his bed.
" From what Arwen told me, something very strange. Gandalf has a hunch, but he is not inclined to tell us yet." The ruler of Gondor said, a small smile playing on his lips. It had been a while since they had seen eachother, and he wished they could be seeing eachother in a different situation. Before anything else could be said, a maiden walked into the room, summoning Aragorn. Legolas looked at him, with a nod of approval, and Aragorn left.
"What is it, Gandalf? Legolas had just woken up." Aragorn demanded. Gandalf gave him a look that would silence a wild banshee.
" I know now, or have a very good idea on what plagues Legolas." Gandalf said. They were in a small, musty room. Though it was the safest place to discuss the matter.
" If there is day, then there will be night. If there is good, then there will always be evil. Though what about elves? Elves are creatures of light. Humans, dwarves, hobbits, and all other mortals are a combination of both good and evil. Elves must have some other race to keep the balance. A shadow race. Immortal just like them, though they represent the opposite of what elves represent. They weren't commonly found in elvish area's, for they had Sauron's power to live off of. But since his power has been destroyed, they must find another life source. So they found Legolas.
" Legolas made a promise to see the glittering caves, and the forests. Though he has not, and it has been eating him. He has become weak, not in a sense that he is easily overtaken, but a kind of mentally exhausted. The shadow knew it could feed off of him, so it found him." Gandalf said. Aragorn looked disturbed.
" So all we have to do now is get Gimli, and let the two travel to caves and forests?" Aragorn asked.
" Nay, it is not that simple. The shadow has taken Legolas, not fully mind you; but enough to keep a little bit of control over the elf. It will not be a simple task of ridding him of the shadow, but it must be done. It will try to take control, each time it will be stronger, and more painful if he resists. I think the only one to help him now, will be the one who knows him best."
Legolas: O.o; I'm possessed?! Stop it! You're horrible!
Aragorn: I was finally in the story! Go me!
Blood thirsty: Uh… it seems like the only shout out is to… * drum roll *
AJ Matthews!
Legolas: I'm surprised she didn't use THE in that sentence…
Blood thirsty: Shut up!
AJ Matthews " Don't worry, I'm not leaving it there! :D
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