Illusive Power
Authors Note: Duh Duh Dun!! Legolas gets an-gar-ry! Hmmm, I bet you thought an elf as fair as him could not become so angry and cause that storm. Oh well. Wanna read on and see what happens next? Well, what are you reading this for? Skip this and start reading. It's going to a long ride. Hey! I told you to stop reading my note and to start reading the story! Jeez, I hope your not still reading this. READ!
Chapter Ten: The Watcher in the Shadows
Legolas leaned against the wall as he seethed with anger. He stared out the window across from him, on the other side of his room. The clouds were rolling past, sending sheets of rain down as they went by. Legolas tried to swallow down the anger inside of him but it was no use. All of a sudden all his clothes flew out of his wardrobe and his mirror shattered and fell in hundreds of pieces to the floor. The candles all flickered and died, their stands clanging to the ground. The drapes blew wildly in the freezing wind, rushing into the room through the open window. Legolas' hair whipped around his face as the wind picked up speed, blowing everything everywhere in his room.
Legolas stood there, not wanting to move. Had he caused this? What was even happening? Did the others know about this? Of course not! They weren't even near his room. Would they hear him if he called out to them? If he did though, they would think he was a coward. A pathetic child. Legolas decided he couldn't call to them. He only did the one thing he thought he should do. He climbed into his bed and pulled the heavy blankets up over him. He buried himself deep into his bed, hiding from all the chaos surrounding him. This went on the whole night.
The next morning, Legolas dragged himself out of his room. He had barely slept that night because it was so noisy and also fear consumed him for what could possibly happen. But very few times, sleep did come to him and he enjoyed those short moments for they rarely came. And while he slept for the last time that night, that is when the chaos ended. Which was when the sun started to rise high in the sky, above the mountains.
Legolas looked like he had just returned from being tortured in Mt. Doom when he walked into the dining hall. All heads turned to look at him and all the hobbits made a squeak and dropped the food that was half way in their mouths. Only Gandalf spoke.
"Legolas, what went on last night? What happened that you look so poor?" Gandalf questioned.
"I do not know. The wind picked up. My mirror shattered. Everything went wild. I could only hide in my bed. I didn't know what to do to stop it." Legolas said as he fell into an empty chair. He layed his head on the table and almost immediately fell asleep.
"Legolas, why don't you go back to bed? If you didn't get any sleep last night, then at least get a few good hours of rest now. Your going to become ill." Gandalf suggested.
"Fine. But why are you always bossing me around?" Legolas grumbled as he pulled himself out of the chair and dragged himself back to his room.
A few hours later, Legolas woke up once more. This time he was refreshed and he wasn't as tired as before. He got out of bed and got dressed. He then went and walked out on his verandah and stared off into the dark woods. He saw movement in the corner of his eye and he turned to see what it was. It was just some of the servants. They were hunting for an animal that had been stealing food from the cellar. He saw the creature out of the corner of his eye. Deciding he would have some fun, he grabbed his bow and an arrow and went and shot the creature in the head, killing it immediately. The other elves looked over towards the dead animal and up at Legolas and smiled. Not just because now they didn't have to worry about an animal in the cellar but that the king was having a good day so far.
Legolas walked into the entertainment room and saw everyone busy at doing something. Gandalf was reading some book, Merry and Pippin were shooting nasty jokes at eachother and Sam was whittling a flute while Frodo napped on the couch. Everyone looked up and greeted Legolas on his way in.
"How was your rest?" Gandalf asked.
"It was very rewarding. I savored everyone moment of it." Legolas replied. And he did savor every moment of his rest. He was bloody tired and he was beginning to look almost as tasseled and messy as the hobbits did. That was something Legolas did not like at all.
The rest of the day and the next couple of days following that were fairly well. The only things that happened that were something to talk about were the fact that Pippin and Merry went and took red wine and died one of the elf-maidens hair with it and also, Legolas had a plague of horrible nightmares during the next couple of nights of thousands of orcs and goblins and other horrible creatures besieging all of Mirkwood and capturing everyone in the castle. Also he had dreamed of him only being captured by orcs and Cerelian and being tortured in unimaginable ways. Many a night he shot up in his bed, sweat dripping down his face with the thoughts of his dreams running through his mind. Each dream became more vivid than the last and each dream he woke up later and later into the dream. He hadn't told anyone about the dreams because he wasn't thinking anything of them. But he should have been paying very close attention. For they held a large amount of information.
It was late at night when Legolas decided to retire to his room. He and the hobbits had been hanging out and drinking wine. Legolas loved wine so he was drunker than anyone else there. As he stumbled into his room, the glow of the moon shone through his window and eluminated Legolas' form. Legolas didn't even remember was late at night when Legolas decided to retire to his room. He and the hobbits had been hanging out and drinking wine. Legolas loved wine so he was drunker than anyone else there. As he stumbled into his room, the glow of the moon shone through his window and eluminated Legolas' form. Legolas didn't even remember to get undressed, he just plopped into his bed and fell asleep unaware of the shadowy figure hiding in the corner.
The figure saw the elf stumble into his room and fall into his bed, where he immediately passed out. The creature then hobbled over to the side of Legolas' bed and stared up at him. He saw the necklace around Legolas' neck shine in the moonlight.
"You are masterses desires. Must gets you for the Masterses." The creature hissed. Its long, skinny fingers reached up and curled around the necklace. As it was about to yank the necklace off of Legolas' neck, Legolas turned his head so he was staring at the creature. The creature reeled back in fear. The elf was awake! But how could it be awake if it passed out drunk?
"Waits...it's an elf. Elfses sleeps with their eyeses open." The creature sighed. It moved forward again to steal the necklace. It was just about to grab it when-
"Legolas! Legolas? Mr. Legolas sir? Are you awake?" it was Sam.
Sam didn't see the creature as he walked over to the other side of Legolas' bed.
"Mr. Legolas sir, wake up."
Legolas stirred in his bed and a moan escaped his lips.
"Yes? What is it?" Legolas grumbled, agitated at the fact that he was woken up.
"Mr. Gandalf woke up and found out that you got really drunk. He wants to know if you're ok. Are you ok, sir?" Sam asked.
"Yes. I'm fine. Go away, Sam. I want to sleep." Legolas said, waving Sam off.
Sam sighed and reluctantly he made his way of of Legolas' room and went to Gandalf to tell him what Legolas had said.
As the creature waited for Legolas to fall asleep again, Legolas turned over on his stomach so he was laying on the necklace.
"Why does this has to happen to me?" the creature hissed.
Legolas' head bolted up at the sound of the creatures voice.
"Who's there? Sam, is that you?" Legolas questioned.
The creature didn't dare talk.
"God dammit, must be the wind." Legolas muttered as he buried his head in his pillow before falling asleep.
The next morning, Legolas woke up to the sun shining through his window, straight on him. He looked around his room. Everyone was normal, there was nothing there except...muddy footprints.
"What the...what in the world was in my room? It can't be my foot prints because I wasn't outside so I couldn't of gotten mud on my feet, and they can't be any of the hobbits because their feet are huge and they can't be Gandalf's because he was sleeping the whole night. These look small and webbed. Almost like....Gollums feet." Legolas whispered to himself.
"Who are you talking to?" Merry asked as he walked into the room.
"Huh? Oh...do you know who was in my room? They left muddy footprints everywhere." Legolas asked.
"No. Sam was the only one in your room. He came in last night to check on you." Merry replied.
"Oh, ok then. Never mind." Legolas answered, drifting off into silence.
"Sir, if you don't mind, everyone wanted to go out riding in a little bit. Do you have any spare ponies for us hobbits?" Merry asked.
"Yes. I do. Just give me a minute to get ready and I'll be out in a bit." Legolas replied.
"Thank you, sir." Merry said as he left the room.
About fifteen minutes later, the hobbits and Gandalf followed Legolas as he brought them all to the stable where all the horses and ponies were kept. He let the hobbits pick their own ponies while he and Gandalf led their own horses out of their stalls and mounted them. As soon as the hobbits were ready, they were off.
Authors Note: Duh Duh Dun!! Legolas gets an-gar-ry! Hmmm, I bet you thought an elf as fair as him could not become so angry and cause that storm. Oh well. Wanna read on and see what happens next? Well, what are you reading this for? Skip this and start reading. It's going to a long ride. Hey! I told you to stop reading my note and to start reading the story! Jeez, I hope your not still reading this. READ!
Chapter Ten: The Watcher in the Shadows
Legolas leaned against the wall as he seethed with anger. He stared out the window across from him, on the other side of his room. The clouds were rolling past, sending sheets of rain down as they went by. Legolas tried to swallow down the anger inside of him but it was no use. All of a sudden all his clothes flew out of his wardrobe and his mirror shattered and fell in hundreds of pieces to the floor. The candles all flickered and died, their stands clanging to the ground. The drapes blew wildly in the freezing wind, rushing into the room through the open window. Legolas' hair whipped around his face as the wind picked up speed, blowing everything everywhere in his room.
Legolas stood there, not wanting to move. Had he caused this? What was even happening? Did the others know about this? Of course not! They weren't even near his room. Would they hear him if he called out to them? If he did though, they would think he was a coward. A pathetic child. Legolas decided he couldn't call to them. He only did the one thing he thought he should do. He climbed into his bed and pulled the heavy blankets up over him. He buried himself deep into his bed, hiding from all the chaos surrounding him. This went on the whole night.
The next morning, Legolas dragged himself out of his room. He had barely slept that night because it was so noisy and also fear consumed him for what could possibly happen. But very few times, sleep did come to him and he enjoyed those short moments for they rarely came. And while he slept for the last time that night, that is when the chaos ended. Which was when the sun started to rise high in the sky, above the mountains.
Legolas looked like he had just returned from being tortured in Mt. Doom when he walked into the dining hall. All heads turned to look at him and all the hobbits made a squeak and dropped the food that was half way in their mouths. Only Gandalf spoke.
"Legolas, what went on last night? What happened that you look so poor?" Gandalf questioned.
"I do not know. The wind picked up. My mirror shattered. Everything went wild. I could only hide in my bed. I didn't know what to do to stop it." Legolas said as he fell into an empty chair. He layed his head on the table and almost immediately fell asleep.
"Legolas, why don't you go back to bed? If you didn't get any sleep last night, then at least get a few good hours of rest now. Your going to become ill." Gandalf suggested.
"Fine. But why are you always bossing me around?" Legolas grumbled as he pulled himself out of the chair and dragged himself back to his room.
A few hours later, Legolas woke up once more. This time he was refreshed and he wasn't as tired as before. He got out of bed and got dressed. He then went and walked out on his verandah and stared off into the dark woods. He saw movement in the corner of his eye and he turned to see what it was. It was just some of the servants. They were hunting for an animal that had been stealing food from the cellar. He saw the creature out of the corner of his eye. Deciding he would have some fun, he grabbed his bow and an arrow and went and shot the creature in the head, killing it immediately. The other elves looked over towards the dead animal and up at Legolas and smiled. Not just because now they didn't have to worry about an animal in the cellar but that the king was having a good day so far.
Legolas walked into the entertainment room and saw everyone busy at doing something. Gandalf was reading some book, Merry and Pippin were shooting nasty jokes at eachother and Sam was whittling a flute while Frodo napped on the couch. Everyone looked up and greeted Legolas on his way in.
"How was your rest?" Gandalf asked.
"It was very rewarding. I savored everyone moment of it." Legolas replied. And he did savor every moment of his rest. He was bloody tired and he was beginning to look almost as tasseled and messy as the hobbits did. That was something Legolas did not like at all.
The rest of the day and the next couple of days following that were fairly well. The only things that happened that were something to talk about were the fact that Pippin and Merry went and took red wine and died one of the elf-maidens hair with it and also, Legolas had a plague of horrible nightmares during the next couple of nights of thousands of orcs and goblins and other horrible creatures besieging all of Mirkwood and capturing everyone in the castle. Also he had dreamed of him only being captured by orcs and Cerelian and being tortured in unimaginable ways. Many a night he shot up in his bed, sweat dripping down his face with the thoughts of his dreams running through his mind. Each dream became more vivid than the last and each dream he woke up later and later into the dream. He hadn't told anyone about the dreams because he wasn't thinking anything of them. But he should have been paying very close attention. For they held a large amount of information.
It was late at night when Legolas decided to retire to his room. He and the hobbits had been hanging out and drinking wine. Legolas loved wine so he was drunker than anyone else there. As he stumbled into his room, the glow of the moon shone through his window and eluminated Legolas' form. Legolas didn't even remember was late at night when Legolas decided to retire to his room. He and the hobbits had been hanging out and drinking wine. Legolas loved wine so he was drunker than anyone else there. As he stumbled into his room, the glow of the moon shone through his window and eluminated Legolas' form. Legolas didn't even remember to get undressed, he just plopped into his bed and fell asleep unaware of the shadowy figure hiding in the corner.
The figure saw the elf stumble into his room and fall into his bed, where he immediately passed out. The creature then hobbled over to the side of Legolas' bed and stared up at him. He saw the necklace around Legolas' neck shine in the moonlight.
"You are masterses desires. Must gets you for the Masterses." The creature hissed. Its long, skinny fingers reached up and curled around the necklace. As it was about to yank the necklace off of Legolas' neck, Legolas turned his head so he was staring at the creature. The creature reeled back in fear. The elf was awake! But how could it be awake if it passed out drunk?
"Waits...it's an elf. Elfses sleeps with their eyeses open." The creature sighed. It moved forward again to steal the necklace. It was just about to grab it when-
"Legolas! Legolas? Mr. Legolas sir? Are you awake?" it was Sam.
Sam didn't see the creature as he walked over to the other side of Legolas' bed.
"Mr. Legolas sir, wake up."
Legolas stirred in his bed and a moan escaped his lips.
"Yes? What is it?" Legolas grumbled, agitated at the fact that he was woken up.
"Mr. Gandalf woke up and found out that you got really drunk. He wants to know if you're ok. Are you ok, sir?" Sam asked.
"Yes. I'm fine. Go away, Sam. I want to sleep." Legolas said, waving Sam off.
Sam sighed and reluctantly he made his way of of Legolas' room and went to Gandalf to tell him what Legolas had said.
As the creature waited for Legolas to fall asleep again, Legolas turned over on his stomach so he was laying on the necklace.
"Why does this has to happen to me?" the creature hissed.
Legolas' head bolted up at the sound of the creatures voice.
"Who's there? Sam, is that you?" Legolas questioned.
The creature didn't dare talk.
"God dammit, must be the wind." Legolas muttered as he buried his head in his pillow before falling asleep.
The next morning, Legolas woke up to the sun shining through his window, straight on him. He looked around his room. Everyone was normal, there was nothing there except...muddy footprints.
"What the...what in the world was in my room? It can't be my foot prints because I wasn't outside so I couldn't of gotten mud on my feet, and they can't be any of the hobbits because their feet are huge and they can't be Gandalf's because he was sleeping the whole night. These look small and webbed. Almost like....Gollums feet." Legolas whispered to himself.
"Who are you talking to?" Merry asked as he walked into the room.
"Huh? Oh...do you know who was in my room? They left muddy footprints everywhere." Legolas asked.
"No. Sam was the only one in your room. He came in last night to check on you." Merry replied.
"Oh, ok then. Never mind." Legolas answered, drifting off into silence.
"Sir, if you don't mind, everyone wanted to go out riding in a little bit. Do you have any spare ponies for us hobbits?" Merry asked.
"Yes. I do. Just give me a minute to get ready and I'll be out in a bit." Legolas replied.
"Thank you, sir." Merry said as he left the room.
About fifteen minutes later, the hobbits and Gandalf followed Legolas as he brought them all to the stable where all the horses and ponies were kept. He let the hobbits pick their own ponies while he and Gandalf led their own horses out of their stalls and mounted them. As soon as the hobbits were ready, they were off.