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?
His eyes slowly began to open, feeling warm covers placed on his bare body. His eyes wouldn't open all the way in his tired state, so he looked through the small slits that were able to open. Though still tired, he forced himself awake and sat up in his bed. The covers fell off his chest and he supported himself with both hands, but winced a bit at his right wrist, removing it from under him and cradling it to his chest. He removed it from his chest and saw the silver bracelet. He extended his hand to get a better look at it, it was definatly strange and it took him a while to realize he felt it embedded in his skin. He tried to pull it off, but it only caused him a bit of more pain and was even more difficult to get off.
"What is this and what happened back there?" Legolas said, and held his head while staring at the bracelet. Just then visions of what happened last night flooded in his head. About the witchblade removing itself from the pedalstool and wrapping around his arm, the pain he felt when it latched onto his arm, the full body of armor that bore into his body, and murdering all those orcs and taking a disgusting pleasure to it. He felt disgusted with himself and laid his hand back down, staring out into nothingness, but in his mind was seeing what he saw that night.
Just as he began to collect his thoughts the door was swung open and Gandalf walked in and shut the door behind himself. He walked in haste over to Legolas and grabbed his wrist roughly. THe elf flinched a bit, wondering what got Gandalf so stirred up.
"But you're male! How is this possible?" Gandalf questioned, sounding astounded, but at the same time angry.
"How is what possible, Gandalf? I'm not sure what you mean" Legolas said, trying to pull his wrist away from his grasp though the Wizard's grasp was not willing to let Legolas go.
"What happened last night" Gandalf asked in his angry state of questioning. This sort of scared Legolas a bit, but over the years he's learned to hide his fear on his face.
"If I understood what happened Gandalf I would've told you, but everything was just a flash of events that seemed like only split seconds" Legolas said, a face of irritation plagued his face. Gandalf loosened his grip on the elf and he was able to pull his wrist out. The anger and irritation lifted up in the room in just moments for now Gandalf was now completely aware that Legolas was confused himself and wanted answers.
Gandalf let out a heavy sigh, "Can you tell me what happened last night? I can try to do the best I can" Gandalf asked, calmly. "Well, all I remember is being cornered by a bunch of orcs. Crimson light shown from the Witchblade that flooded the entire room. It broke it's leather bonds and came towards me, latching itself onto my wrist. I will never forget the pain that consumed my body that day, not only that, but the way I acted with it on. I felt..." Legolas winced a bit, mostly in utter disgust about his change in character that night. "Well...the witchblade seemed to have grown through my entire body leaving me in armor that showed a lot of the white skin and black lines that the witchblade gave me upon my body. After all the pain was gone...it disgusts me to say this, but I felt a heat wave of pleasure course through my veins killing all those orcs. I can right now hear myself, the murderous laughter, the slashing of the blade that appeared from my arm, and hearing all the blood that shot out like fountains. Why would I enjoy such a thing? Why did I take pleasure into killing? I'm not like that at all" Legolas said, finally letting his emotions over come his sense of pride and buried his face into his hands. "Please Gandalf, just tell me it was just a dream. I don't want to believe that such a thing happened back there" Legolas whimpered behind his hands.
"I would lie to you Legolas, but we can't escape what has happened. The Witchblade has chosen you as it's bearer until you have passed on. Though don't look down on this as a horrible curse, think of it as a gift. The Witchblade will only follow the orders of it's bearer. It's bearer chooses whether or not it is to be used for good or for evil and you can use it to your advantage Legolas. Be happy that it didn't fall in the hands of evil and instead landed upon your wrist for it's fate" Gandalf said, looking down at Legolas hoping that his words can get through the elf.
"As happy as I am that it didn't fall into the hands of evil, I'm just thinking a big selfishly about myself. Forgive me" Legolas said, removing his hands from his face and looking out the window. "It's fine to be a tad bit selfish about not wanting to bear the Witchblade. I can understand that you don't wish to feel the pain and pleasure of it" Gandalf said, sitting on the bed with him. "Thanks for understanding. I'll try to use the witchblade when it comes to the greater good, but I'll happily carry the burden on my shoulders so no one else will. Just don't tell my father, King Thranduil about this. I prefer for him not to know what I bear" Legolas asked, looking back towards Gandalf.
"Your secret is safe with me, but I must tell Aragorn and Gimli where the Witchblade lies now in case they decide to go out and try to get it back" Gandalf said, standing back up from the bed and heading towards the door. Legolas tried to swallow the lump in his throat at the thought of Aragorn and Gimli knowing about it. "U-Understood"
"I shall meet up with you later, prince of Mirkwood. Oh and one more thing, your father wished to discuss something with you. Something about the next heir to Mirkwood" Gandalf said, looking back at him. Legolas paused a bit trying to swallow the information. "Yes, I'll be out there shortly" Legolas choked up. Gandalf proceeded his way out the door, closing it behind him.
This left Legolas alone, so much information has been dissolved in one day, but he had to suck it all in and get through the day. He held his wrist that had the Witchblade and looked down at it with despair, letting it go he got out of the bed and quickly got dressed in his green tunic, followed by the blue shirt underneath it, his green leggings, and boots. He pulled his hair back into the small braid to try and keep it from falling on his face and any other things he needed to add to his usual wear. He wasn't at all to dress up in fancy clothing such as his father did which made him and his father seem like total opposites to each other. He wrapped his slender fingers around the door knob and opened it, stepping out into the halls and began walking, with his head held low. He wasn't emotionally ready for this yet, especially what happened yesterday, but he had to act like nothing went wrong that night in front of his father. Though as bad as he felt lying to not only to his father, but everyone around him when he was emotionally distraught. It was a false mask to hide away his emotional side and seal himself away from the others.
He stopped by a door in the hallway, that he knew led to his father's office and placed a hand on the knob, but was hesitant to open it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and twisted the knob and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. In front of him sat his father, in a seat signing paperwork. He always thought to himself on how boring that was, not being outside the kingdom's walls and in the open and instead being forced inside and sitting all day. That would drive Legolas nuts!
"You wished to see me father?" Legolas asked, as he walked closer to the desk. He paused in front of his father's desk and held his hands in front of him. His father looked up at him and gave a small smile, though it was the smile that Legolas predicted his father was going to say something smart to tease him. "One of the maidens gave you that bracelet?" he asked, looking down at Legolas's wrist that held the Witchblade. Legolas gave a slight jolt that his father couldn't see in nervousness and tried to hide it up by saying something smart back. "The maidens can't resist my charm" he said, with a small smirk on his face. His father chuckled, and motioned his son to have a seat in a chair that sat in front of the desk. Legolas took the offer and sat with his legs crossed and his hand held in his lap.
"My son, as you know there might be a time where I need to pass on" King Thranduil said, standing up from his seat and gazed down at Legolas which made him feel slightly uncomfortable and he didn't like it when people looked down at him. It made him feel small and weak, but he still looked up at his father with a slight elegance and firmness. "If such an occurance were to happen I need someone to take my place. My son, I choose you to be the next heir to Mirkwood."
Legolas held his head down at the thought of that. "I'm sorry father, I can't accept being the next heir to Mirkwood. I prefer to take orders instead of give them and rather work inside and outside the castle walls to make myself useful to others. Whether elves, man, dwarfs, even hobbits" Legolas said, looking back up at his father as he began that sentence.
"But I think there is no one better for the throne Legolas. You know so much out there from your travels and I think that my son, Legolas Greenleaf to be the next heir to the throne" King Thranduil said, as he walked to the front of the desk trying to convince Legolas that the throne was perfect for him.
"I'm sorry father, I prefer to not take this position. I have other things on my mind at the moment" Legolas said, putting his hand on the Witchblade on his wrist. He didn't wish to be bothered by his father, but only wished to be in his room to collect his thoughts about the Witchblade on his wrist.
His father put his hands on his son's shoulders and looked him stern into his eyes. "My son, take this position. I think you would be a great heir to the throne" King Thranduil said. "You think to highly of me, father" Legolas said, standing up from his seat. His father still kept his hands on his son's shoulders. There was a slight pause as Legolas stretched his arm out to his father's shoulder giving him a small look that said everything. He removed his hand from his father's shoulder and began to walk, his father's hands sliding off his shoulders. Legolas wrapped his slender fingers around the door knob and was ready to open it until he heardhis father talk, "At least give it a moment's thought" Thranduil said, looking over at his son.
Legolas didn't bother looking back, swallowing the lump in his throat that kept him from lashing out at his father and instead walked out the door without a word. As he closed the door behind him, he held his wrist and began to rub the witchblade against his fingers, extending it to look at it. Right now, he had more disturbing things to think. Something dark has chosen him to be it's bearer and there was nothing he can do about it. Even if he wanted to be king, what kind of kingdom would want a monster that would take pleasure into killing as their next leader? Just then, the small red gem began to glow on his wrist and he held it close to his chest. It was hurting him, the bracelet that latched onto his skin began to seep into his veins and he can feel it nearly able to consume his body. He continued to hold it close and winced, running down the halls and even bumping into a few people along the way. He stopped once he reached his room and opened the door closing it shut and slid against the door on his back. He sat on the floor, holding his wrist in agonizing pain and bit his lower lip to try and hold back a scream. The bite began to bleed, though Legolas didn't pay any mind to it and continued to hold his wrist.
During that time the Witchblade was acting up, Isenguard Orcs and Saurman were walking closely to Mirkwood. Saruman was in front of the Orc brigade and stopped at the gates, looking up at the kingdom that stood before him.
"King Thranduil, you have a precious item that rightfully belongs to me! I know you will not give it to me without a fight knowing that you don't wish to give me such a power!" Saruman yelled up at the tower. King Thranduil stepped out into the balcony and looked down at the large number of orcs. He didn't know what Saruman was talking about and instead turned around back into the kingdom to get the army of guards ready to protect inside the city's walls. He walked down into one of the halls and spotted one of his men whom gave a royal bow and a salute. "Assemble the men and hurry. Isenguard orcs are about to enter" King Thranduil commanded. The guard gave another salute and ran off to get his fellow kinsmen. King Thranduil went into his room and fetched out an elvish sword that shone as bright as the stars and held onto the hilt and the blade laid gently in his hands.
"It's been a while since I have drawn my blade" he said, then walking out the door in fast haste.
Back to Legolas...
"Why is it acting up?" Legolas said, as the witchblade began to expand it's armour around his hand. He panted in pain, trying to hold back any screams of pain that held him back. Just then he turned to hear a click of the door opening and saw Gandalf. "G-Gandalf!" he said, with a gleam of hope in his eyes. Maybe he knew something that can help him out. "Please, stop this thing from taking over. I don't wish to turn into that thing again" Legolas pleaded, trying to hold back the tears that were about to swell in his eyes. The armour began to cover up his entire arm and change his skin color to a clear white and the black curvy lines increased around his body.
"Legolas, let it consume you. The orcs of Isenguard and Saruman are here in Mirkwood and ready to destroy this village to get what they want. Besides, I don't the Witchblade will stop. It's up to you on who's side the Witchblade will be on" Gandalf said, as he kneeled down to Legolas.
Legolas tried to hold back, but the Witchblade's power was to strong against the innocent elf and he let out an agonizing scream. His clothes torn off and the armour that engulfed him last night was on his body once again. He grabbed a hold of the wall with his now clawed gauntlets and pulled himself off the floor holding his head low at first, but then lifted his head up and snapped his eyes open revealing the now black and white eyes. He held a large smirk on his face as the Witchblade began to harness his personality.
He gradually walked over to the balcony and looked down at the orcs. "Kill them...Kill them..." he whispered to himself, seemingly out of character. "I love the pleasure of the kill!" Legolas yelled to himself, though Gandalf watched as the Witchblade took over the elf. It seemed utterly un-believable that the innocent elf would be taken over by such an evil and dark thing. Legolas leaped off the balcony and leaped foreward almost seemingly like he was flying in front of the orc group.
"Looking for me?" he asked, with such seductiveness in his voice. The orcs backed away a bit as Legolas retracted his blade from the gauntlets and began to charge in, still holding that sly and seductive smirk. "Now, who's willing to give me the pleasure first" Legolas yelled, though the tone of his voice had changed to something a slight more demonic.
"My words...the Witchblade had taken it's first male host, but why? How? It's...utterly amazing" Saruman said to himself in utter disbelief. He soon snapped out of his state of amazement and shouted commands. "Seize him! I want him now!" Saruman commanded and the orcs tried to follow his command, despite their fear. Legolas rushed in and began to stab and slice through the orcs. It took no effort to decrease the number of orcs that decided to come after him.
Orcs met nothing, but death upon Legolas's blade. His cackles rang out and pleasure took over his body, a heatwave of ectasy was all Legolas could feel. "Now come on, I wished for something a lot more amusing than this" Legolas said, looking around at the orcs. Saruman watched and didn't know whether to fear or be amazed at the sight that laid beofre him. Oh, how he wished to harness such a magnificent weapon on his own wrist.
As the numbers decreased and the remaining orcs backed away from the monster that laid before them, Saruman held his staff up and yelled out one final command "Retreat! We shall start anew next time" Saruman said, the last sentence quietly to himself. Saruman and the orcs fled from the gates and there stood Legolas with a large smirk on his face. "Too bad too, I was enjoying myself quite a bit after not being let out in such a long time" he said, as he licked the orc blood off his index finger with such seductiveness. His tounge encircled his finger, licking away at the crimson orc essence. The left over blood that was spilt on his hands he pressed against his body and spread the blood over in pure pleasure. God how it felt amazing to kill, but this was still Legolas and a part of him regreted doing any of this. Just then his elf ears picked up a small tap of a staff in the distance. He looked over to see that Gandalf was on the balcony where he jumped off at and pointed his staff towards the forest. Legolas got this signal, but the stinging pain of his entire body came back and the Witchblade was about to retract the armour. Legolas then quickly dashed into the forests of Mirkwood at high speeds and stopped once he knew he was in a safe place.
He soon let the witchblade retract into the small bracelet again and fell onto his knees, panting. His clothes were back on him and his skin and hair color were back to normal. His eyes transformed back into their sky blue hues, but held a sad look in them. He seeked solace in the forests and even trusted the trees enough to lay his face in his hands and cry to himself. Warm tears hit the dry leaves that lay underneath him, later following his hands that grabbed at the leaves. He looked down at the ground and continued to let out his emotions to the forest.
"Why me? Why did it have to choose me? I'm nothing like that!" Legolas shouted and cried to himself. He hoped for no one to walk in through the forests to see him so weak and brittle. "The Witchblade and I are the exact opposite from each other, so why would it choose me to be it's bearer!"
Back in Mirkwood...
King Thranduil stood outside the castle's doors, shocked at what was all played out for him. He quickly hid himself though ready to strike if necessary. What was that? That monster that slain all those orcs? Is it on our side? What would make such a foul monster that takes pleasure into killing? These questions and more ran through his head like a flock of crows. He heard the demonic cackles that rose out of the creature's throat and he saw what it did after the orcs left the premises was disgusting. He watched as the creature spread the orc blood all over it's body and moan while doing do. It made him sick to his stomach, jumping out of the bushes and silently with his sword ready was ready to attack it. Just then he saw it turn it's head to look at something, give a slight nod, and dash off into the forests of Mirkwood.
King Thranduil took a few steps of running to see if he can catch up with his speed, but it was too late and he didn't even have time to make it through the gates. All he did after that was stare off into the wood with utter shock, disgust, and in a way amazement. He was then greeted by Aragorn and Gimli who were only there, waiting for Legolas to wake up. Though they didn't get any information Gandalf had for them nor did they see what King Thranduil saw. The only information they got was that Isenguard orcs were attacking.
"King Thranduil, is everything alright? We heard of danger and came to help out immdediatly" Aragorn said, giving a slight bow to King Thranduil who still stared off into the forest.
"King Thranduil?" Aragorn asked, to get the King's attention. "Probably thinks because he's royalty he can't answer to a man and a dwarf" Gimli responded which caused King Thranduil to snap his neck to look at the two. "Did you two see that?" he asked. "See what?" Aragorn responded. "Where are the orcs?" Gimli asked, having his axe in hand.
"They left...only to retreat due to another source of darkness" King Thranduil said, looking back into the woods. Aragorn looked at his direction to see what he was staring at, but only found nothing. What did the king see before his very eyes that got him so distant and probably at the least a bit scared?
Legolas opened his eyes slightly to see he was back in his room and on his bed. He held his head, a pounding headache took it's course followed by a slight sickness in his stomach. Did he pass out while crying? How did he get in his room?
"I'm glad you took my lead" he heard a familiar voice, turing his head to see Gandalf there. He sat on a chair, holding his staff with both hands. "I knew my father was watching me and I knew you meant to run into the woods, so I followed your order and ran into the woods" Legolas said, pulling his legs off the bed and sat up, rubbing his thumb and index finger between his temples to ease the pain in his head.
"You cried once you knew it was safe" Gandalf said, which caused Legolas to pop his head up. "You hide behind an invisible mask that decieves people into believing that you're alright" Gandalf continued on, every word struck Legolas in the heart and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"That's not true. I'm fine, I teared up a bit cause of the pain is all" Legolas lied, trying to cover the madness and sadness that engulfed him. Legolas stood up from the bed, but staggered a bit. He felt his legs shake underneath him and he nearly felt like he was going to collapse again. He held his head as he stood up, putting his hand to the wall. Though something didn't feel right about the wall. He looked up at it seeing the large marks he made when switching into his witchblade form. He stuck his slender fingers into the holes in the wall to see how deep they went and looked with disgust. He needed some pretty sharp claws to dig his fingers that far into the wall. He removed his hand and looked down at it, picturing the clawed gauntlets on it. He looked away from his own hands in disgust and bawled them into fists, resisting the tempation to punch the wall to keep his composure.
Gandalf allowed Legolas to have an emotional break down if he needed it, but he knew the elf was too stubborn to let it go in front of anybody. Plus, he knew the stress Legolas was feeling and being the sensitive creatures elves were it was even more stressful than if the Witchblade winded up on the wrist of a regular human woman. Gandalf instead got up from his chair and walked to the door, but paused not even looking back at Legolas. "It's not good for you to hold back what you want locked up inside your heart" Gandalf said, putting his hand on the door knob and twisted it. He walked out the door and into the halls. Once again, Legolas was alone. Though he didn't wish to cry like he did in the forests.
In his heart he knew he would have to give up and just accept the fate that has been placed upon his wrist, but right now was the time to let it all out and just be depressed for a few. He pressed his back against the wall and slid his back down till he was sitting on the floor. He pulled his knees up close to his body and placed his head in his arms, letting his eyes consume blackness within the pits of his lap.
OMG CHAPTER 2 :D I decided not to put slash in here after getting a review that said that I shouldn't and she was right about that so NO LOVE INTEREST FOR Legolas! Why? Let's just say the powers of friendship is a lot more stronger!
Though I think I spell King Thranduil's name wrong, if I did i'm sorry. Teehee, wonder what might happen if he found out his own son held the Witchblade...I'll tell you...IF YOU KEEP READING ON :D