Part III: Dark Recollections
She betrayed me; she destroyed the Fellowship; she will bring about the destruction of Middle Earth. Yet, I love her, but a part of me hates her. These feelings for her are what keep me going; my love for her is like a warm, comforting flame in this bleak, cold darkness; my hate for her is like a blazing fire, lending me strength and will to fight…Though I do not know how much longer I can fight the darkness.
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Mirkwood is burning to the ground. I run through the forest, looking for someone, anyone that I can save, but I am too late. The ground is littered in charred bodies, most of them unrecognizable. I feel a sudden fire in my chest, and look down to see an arrow going right through my body. The last sight I see before I fall into darkness is a horrid orc, staring down at me and laughing evilly.
I wake with Her standing over me, leering. I feel a sudden jolt of pain as she strikes me across the face. "Why?" I moan, as another jolt of pain courses through my now broken nose. "I thought you loved me," I whisper pitifully, my voice sounding weak to my own ears.
"Love?" she sneers. "I don't even know what love is. I serve Sauron, and Sauron alone. He wants you, and I shall help him get you." She smiles that beautiful smile of hers – which I now know is only a mask that hides the true evil underneath – as she approaches me with a poisoned dagger…
Legolas woke from his nightmare with a gasp, though nightmares like that weren't an uncommon thing in this hell. As he woke, chained to the wall, he couldn't help but look down at his battered and bloody body. Despite all the numerous wounds that had been inflicted on him, he only had a few cuts, and some faint scars, thanks to his Elvish healing abilities. As he watched some blood ooze out of a wound which had never healed, he couldn't help but remember the day he got that wound. It was not so long ago, I know, yet it seems like another lifetime.
I hear a scream, a hobbit scream. "No!" I scream, as I turn towards the sound, as I run through the gauntlet of orcs towards them. I am hit many times, but still I press forward. I am too late though; I arrive just as Frodo, the last of the hobbits to die, breathes his last breath. His face is filled with so much pain and despair that it pierces my heart, and I savagely attack the orc that slew him, cutting off his head in a geyser of vile blood.
As I battle the orcs, who surround me in a circle, I wonder where Kestryn is. She was supposed to be on watch, but she didn't raise the alarm and is nowhere to be found. A grain of suspicioun lodges painfully in my heart.
I glance around as I fight, to try and ascertain how my remaining companions fare. I finally manage to get a glimpse through the ring of orcs, and what I see pierces my heart as surely as an arrow; Gimli, Aragorn, and Boromir are all dead. They are all slain, lying in the ground in pools of warm, red blood as orcs desecrate their bodies. As their heads are taken as trophies, I plunge into the throng of enemies, becoming like a wild animal at the sight of my friends' being dishonored so.
Suddenly, I see her. She is standing off to the side, gazing at the scene impassively: she has betrayed us! I can't believe it. I love her, and I thought she loves me!! It was all a lie… My eyes project my pain and surprise as I stare at her for a moment, and that moment of hesitation costs me greatly as a deep line is drawn across my breast, right above my broken heart. I fight for several more minutes before the blood loss becomes too severe, and I slip into darkness as I feel the orcs beating and battering me.
That had been several months ago, and that beating had only been the first of many. Almost every day he was tortured and taunted, in the hopes that he would give in and join Sauron. Almost as he thought about him, the doors opened and none other than Sauron walked in.
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He was wearing a long, white robe that accentuated his pale complexion and made him seem almost angelic. As he smiled, his almost fang-like teeth glinted in the dim torchlight.
"Hello Legolas," he purred. "Have you decided to reconsider my offer?"
"Never," Legolas spat.
"Well, we will have to do something about that, now won't we?"
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Yeah, I know I said I wouldn't update until I was done, but I lied ;)
Please read and review! I'm having a really hard time with this, so if not that many people wanna see more, I won't bother. If I get enough people wanting to read more, I'll try my best to finish it.
Also, I'd greatly appreciate it if some of you fellow Legolas angst writers can give me some pointers on how to draw out all the pain and misery. I've got the main parts of my story done, but everything seems to be moving way too fast; there's not enough emotional development…Basically, I know where I want my story to go, but I'm having trouble getting there.
Thanks! J