Illusive Power

Author's Note: Woahhhh!!! I didn't even expect myself to write that little bit at the end. It just popped into my head. Man, Legolas unconscious twice in one day!?! Unbelievable. Well, the first time he was coming out of a spell but oh well... The second time was because he was actually beaten. Enough of my rambling. GET ON WITH THE STORY!!

Chapter nine: Waking Up

It wasn't until early evening when Legolas came to. When he did, he winced in pain. His chest and the whole back of his head felt like it was on fire. He hurt everywhere and when he went and touched the back of his head, he brought his hand back to see crusted blood on his finger tips.

"What happened to me?" Legolas whispered to himself.

"You were attacked by a demon, remember? He hit you pretty hard. Sent you flying, causing you to hit your head against the castle wall. You cut the back of your head up pretty bad. You might want to go wash up later once you're a little better." This time it was Frodo who gave him the news instead of Gandalf. Legolas thanked Frodo for telling him about what happened. After a short while, Legolas decided that he was able to get out of bed and wash up.

"I think I'll get ready for dinner." Legolas said, pulling himself out of his bed.

He stumbled towards the wash room where one of the maids helped him wash up and get ready for dinner. When he reappeared, he and Frodo made their way to the dining hall.

As soon as they got there, they saw Merry Pippin, Sam and Gandalf eating happily at the table. As soon as Legolas saw all the food layed out on the table, he finally realized that his stomach was growling in hunger. He stumbled over to the table and sat down, grabbing a plate of food. He started ripping into the chicken leg that he held in his hand and didn't even notice everyone's stares until he had finished the leg and sat it down, preparing to start on another one. Everyone was staring at him strangely because never in all of their lives have they seen an elf, let alone an elf um....king... devour food like a wild beast.

"What? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?" Legolas questioned.

"No. Your just not acting like yourself. Well, not like an elf anyway." Sam spit out into little bits at a time.

"Well, I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. You have to remember that!" Legolas cried.

"We know when you last ate. But we didn't think that you would be that hungry." Gandalf said.

"Well, I am!" Legolas said through a mouthful of stuffing, "Now, if you don't mind. I am trying to eat."

"So are we." Merry and Pippin exclaimed at the same time.

Everyone laughed at them. Those two were always the hungriest out of everyone.

Later that evening, everyone sat around one of the many fire places in the castle. They were telling various stories. Ghost stories, funny stories, sad stories, any type of story they could think of to just have fun. Currently, Legolas was telling a tale of a time when he was only a young boy and him and his father were enjoying a picnic out on the verandah and some of the creatures from the forest started to creep up on them. Legolas told about how his father had gotten up and shot down every creature in the blink of an eye and the creatures didn't even know what happened. Then his father simply sat back down and said "Nice weather, isn't it my young son?".

"I can still hear him saying that even though it was thousands of years ago. It seems like it was yesterday that it happened." Legolas said, just above a whisper.

"We know you miss him. It was a great tragedy the day he died. I know everyone looked up to Thranduil. Now they must look up to you." Gandalf said quietly.

"But I don't want to be king." Legolas muttered.

"There is nothing you can do about it. You must take whatever comes your way." Gandalf explained.

"I don't care. I Don't Want To Be King!" Legolas snapped, standing up.

"Legolas, your being stubborn. Your pathetic, the way you are acting about this whole ordeal. Stop acting like a child and grow up." Gandalf yelled.

"I am not stubborn or pathetic! And don't tell me to grow up! You have no right to speak to a king that way!" Legolas screamed, coming to terms with the fact that he was now king.

As if Legolas had a special power over everything, thunder started to barrel down on them and the fire went out. Every now and then a big bolt of lightening would light up the sky. It eluminated Legolas' face to the point that he started to scare the hobbits. They had never seen him this angry. They never knew he could be this angry.

"Legolas, calm down. Don't get so worked up. Why don't you go to sleep for the night. Wake up refreshed for tomorrow." Gandalf suggested.

"Fine. I can tell when I'm not wanted. I know you just want to talk about me behind my back." Legolas snapped before heading off towards his bed room. As he went to his room he could sense everyone's eyes on him, watching, waiting for him to get to his room so that he was out of ear shot. As soon as he was in his room, he sensed everyone starting to talk.

"How did that happen?" Pippin asked.

"What, the sudden change in the weather and the fire? Legolas has an incredible power. Greater then all the elves in Middle Earth's power put together. I don't even think he knows he has this power. It was mostly released when he found out his father was killed. And the necklace... it just increased his power. Cerelian, the person who is after him, wants him dead because she knows that if he dies with that necklace on, all his power will go into that necklace and then Cerelian can get the necklace and have all the power in it. Then she can conquer all of Middle Earth." Gandalf explained.