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This is my first fanfic it will be M eventually and I haven't written anything since school. So any tips and hints on how to do things will be appreciated don't hate me too much. Enjoy.
Just so you know bold text is the Black Speech of Mordor and Italic is Elvish.
Just a note Legolas is a lot different from how he should be because Duvainel's 'darkness' is affecting him more/differently than anyone else. I am making it his darker side. Like she will be part of the reason boromir acts nasty with the ring. And now I am so sorry but the classic bonding over nightmare scene is up next. I am doing research on saurons history to make her backstory much better.
After being locked in Legolas chamber with guards on the doors and on the balcony and everywhere she looked. She felt...trapped. 'How can I be trapped,... at least it gets me closer to the ring. I cannot disappoint, I cannot fail.' Duvainel's mind started to wander she thought of how she has already started corrupting some of the fellowships hearts, she wanted to create more havoc but she was trapped in this room. Wandering around the room from door to balcony she settled herself on the ottoman at the end of the bed. She wondered if Legolas was thinking about her, she knew she had left the prince with a lasting impression, she always does, memories with her always linger. Getting tired she decided to rest. No harm would come to her she knew that.
Legolas slowly wandered back to his room. When he arrived and saw all the guards he realised Gandalf and Elrond must have decided to keep her hear instead of moving her, as she could probably escape in the process. Upon entering he saw a figure asleep at the end of the bed. For a second he totally forgot who she was, that was until he noticed her facial expression. Even when sleeping she wasn't calm. Deciding that her sleeping on the ottoman and waking in a bad mood probably wasn't the best idea. He moved her to the bed. She flailed around a bit and then continued to sleep. Deciding now was probably the best time to change he walked over to his wardrobe to find most of his clothing torn and some replaced with women's items. I thought she was our prisoner not our guest. Maybe Gandalf had a plan, he just wished he knew what it was. After changing his dirty muddy leggings and boots to a dark green pair he went to the balcony and told the guards to wait outside, he needed some time to himself as well no matter who he was babysitting. After convincing the guards he was well equipped to defend himself, he enjoyed a few peaceful moments. That was until he heard the faint sounds of a muffled cry. After looking in the gardens and finding those to be barren,as you would at dusk. He listened again. The noise was coming from behind him. From the last person in the word he would expect. Duvainel.
Before he knew it her murmurs turned to cry's and….."Pleads" before he had even though of what he was doing he was by her side strongly shaking her. "I'm trapped, I'm trapped" and thought the words pained him more than just physically he kept trying to wake her "Duvainel, Duvainel" he shook her some more, "Duvainel" her eyes burst open. For a moment she felt like she was losing herself, forgetting her name. She was beginning to forget herself. She pushed Legolas away. Tired of feeling trapped under his gaze she walked into the spare room, slamming the door. Making a point she wanted to be left alone Legolas sat on the bed and sighed. They are so different. How is he supposed to travel with a person like that, a phoenix trapped inside a small bird cage, itching to fly away. 'Though she is trapped by me, and I am to trapped by her.'
In the spare room Duvainel thought over her dream, a greyscale maze, blocked of at all exits no escape. Looking into the mirror she saw her reflection, her hair was bushing up around her head, her kohl from the east was smuggled across her eyes…she looked wild. How she must look compared to the prince. She scoffed a little. Letting a smile grace her face she had an idea, in a flash everything seemed so much clearer now, so much brighter. After braiding her hair and cleaning all the black from her face she felt much more confident. "No turning back" she whispered to herself. After giving her sufficient time in the spare room Legolas thought it would be best if she returned to the room and keep an eye on her. Knocking on the door he waited for a reply.
"Come in" Walking into the side room used for containing baths he saw Duvainel had cleaned herself up and braided her hair in warrior braids. She had also removed all her previous garb from her body leaving her just in a black undershirt and leggings, he wanted to say how inappropriate it was but since he was still only in leggings himself he decided to leave it 'This time'. Before he even had time to say anything she was strutting past him. He wasn't going to be played for a fool. He grabbed the top of her arm. Feeling the scars on her arm he lingered there, due to his slight hesitation it gave her enough time to whip her head around and flash him a seductive smile. This elf was playing a dangerous game and 'she is clearly a dangerous addiction'. She was obviously good at this act and no one has ever stopped her. But right now all Legolas could think about is this fatal fantasy in front of him and wanting to get drunk on the ecstasy. She cocked her head slightly as if daring him to make the next move. 'What could be better than this' he thought. Instead of playing her game he called the guards back in and went into the bathroom himself. Staring into the mirror he tried to calm his breathing before he chokes. Flashing back to the moment that just happened he shivers and sighs.
'She's like a beautify trap no a poison, making my blood hotter and act uncontrollable. Maybe I need a doctor. I feel like I have overdosed on some medication. I can't let her change me she has already nailed herself into my heart but she is already changing me.' Placing his hang to his chest his heart trembles. He looks into the mirror at himself 'it won't go like this'.
Clearly shocked by his reaction. Duvainel stormed back over to the bed 'this is ridiculous'. Planting herself in the middle of the bed she sighed in frustration. 'He should be wanting to me, and never stop wanting me, he should be enjoying me believing we are in love. Then he shall be addicted to me and without me he shall feel like he want to die. I am a sweet addiction, then I kill them with an overdose' she scoffs loudly. A guard turns and stares at her. Reluctantly he turns back to his post. Flinging herself backwards she tries to come up with a new plan to gain trust or anything that means she doesn't have to spend the whole journey tied up.