Title: The Lies of Hunger

Chapter Two: Starving

By: Kakura-Sensei

Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, but I do own the Green Eyes character. Do not use her or any aspects of her without permission. Thank you.

Warnings: See chapter one.

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Two hundred years…Legolas could hardly believe how long it had been since he met his strange friend on the archery field. Two hundred years and look at me now…He was now the skinniest Elf in Mirkwood, but he was also the fastest and the strongest by far. Everyday he would practice, study, and find a way out of at least two of the meals per day, and if he tried hard enough, all three of them. Nothing was keeping him from making up for his mother's death, and everything was working out with the help of his friend…

Two hundred years, so much had happened in that time, and now, as his father's royal messenger, he had the task of traveling to Rivendell and delivering the news that Gollum had escaped. Those damn orcs, Legolas sneered. They had come to capture the creature and ended up losing him along with their lives. They're such stupid creatures.

Jumping down from his perch in the trees, he gave the area a once over, checking for any signs of enemies or prey that would bring dinner for the night. Seeing nothing, he straightened and moved to get on his horse. Rivendell was only a couple days away, and if he really felt like it, he could just travel right through until he reached the Elven home. Though his stomach growled, and he felt his strength slowly fading today, he didn't need to eat. If he did, he would start losing the battle he started when he met his friend. He couldn't let her sacrifice of the truth end up as nothing now.

Making the decision, he nudged his horse into a slow trot towards Rivendell with no intentions of stopping along the way.

I won't see her once I reach it, he reflected. She told me herself. Actually, when he told her of his assignment, she had been terrified by the very thought of going there. She quickly informed him that if he went, she would not come to visit him until he left. Unable to argue against a royal command, Legolas had no choice but to take the assignment. When he thought about it, whenever Lord Elrond and his sons visited, she never came at night to visit him, she always stayed away.

What was it about them that made her stay away? Maybe everyone was keeping something hidden from him again and she was too scared to say anything. That was most likely it. I will just have to be strong until I can leave, he decided. There was nothing else he could do.

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It was strange to see so many different creatures in one place, especially an Elven city. There were Dwarves and Men, Elves and these little people called Hobbits. Legolas remembered the events some sixty or more years ago when a group of Dwarves and a Hobbit had come to Mirkwood. The dwarves, being loud and clumsy creatures were easy to find and capture, but the Hobbit, though fat and unsure, had been able to escape them and later on release the dwarves somehow. After explaining it to his friend, she had said that the Hobbit had strong powers that even she could feel, but wouldn't say anything else about it.

Trying to avoid bumping into any Dwarves, Legolas backed away from the main center and began his trek to the visitor quarters where a private room was waiting for him. Though in the last two hundred years he hadn't spent much time here, the time before that Rivendell was almost like a second home to him. Now, it was just another place full of lies.

Before he had met his mysterious friend, he had never been allowed to meet Arwen, the twins' sister, alone for reasons that didn't make sense to him. Something about how it wouldn't be proper for them to meet, then almost seventy years ago, he had finally been allowed to see her without escort. After that, he realized how much he had changed and become a better elf, and it was then that he knew that his friend spoke true.

Entering into his bedroom, he found that nothing had changed much since the last time he had been there. A pile of books laid by the side of the bed for him to enjoy late into the night and a plate of juicy fruits sat waiting on the side table for him. The balcony doors were open, allowing a nice warm breeze to filter through the windows and freshen the room. Everything seemed perfect, except for that plate of food.

Already at the sight of it, his eyes had become transfix and his stomach growled at him for some form of nutriment. It had already been days that he had gone without a decent meal, but he couldn't let his childish cravings get the better of him. If he ate now, then he wouldn't be able to eat at dinner later that night. If he didn't eat then, everyone would start asking him questions of if he was ill or what.

Taking one look at the food, he took the plate, took long strides to the balcony, and flung the food into the air, letting it suspend in space for a second before it crashed through the branches of the trees before him and down to the forest floor to rest unseen except for the animals that would eat it.

He release a sigh of relief, no longer having to stare temptation down with his body trying to revolt against him. He would remain strong, he would be better than those who keep lying to him. Nothing would get in his way no matter what.

Letting the plate hang at his side, he slowly walked back into his room, laid the plate back on the table, and allowed himself to lay down on his bed, not seeing the two different pairs of eyes watching him closely. A grey set from the doorway, and a green set from the trees.

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Smiling to herself, the Green Eyes laid back on the branch that she occupied and watched her beloved Elf struggle with himself. How the sight was so lovely to watch, it made her nearly scream in delight. Through all these years she had watched, careful to make herself seen only by him and when she wanted him to see her. Her plan had to be done carefully, and not one but the prince could know about her until everything worked out.

Already she could feel the stirring of power that Sauron was building up, she could feel the presence of the ring in the Elven city, and thanks to the Elven prince, she could feel her power begin to grow everyday. Soon he would be completely gone, too weak to fight back and at the point when he would want to just let go. By that time, she would have the strength to take over the rule of Middle Earth. All she had to do was wait. Wait for the prince to give himself completely to her. Wait for someone to take care of Sauron for her. Wait for the perfect time to strike. It all took patience, and that was one thing she would always have at ready.

She could wait for the prince and for Sauron. She could already taste the power she would hold, so a little time longer would be easy for her to take care of and wait through.

Crossing her arms, she leaned back further, settling herself for the entertaining show that was yet to come.

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A/N: Chapter two - Starving - Complete

It didn't turn out the way I really wanted it, so it might get changed a bit, but I figured, since I had most of it done anyway, I would post and allow this to be a present since I might not be able to post the third chapter for a bit. I will try my hardest, though.

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