Changes of a kind
By Youkiyra Solar alias Krystal Fox
Krystal Fox: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF J.R.R. Tolkien of his writings of LOTR
Chapter 10 The final fight
Legolas ran, it was the only thing he could do. He could feel the shadow of evil and was following his trail. It didn't take much to follow a pale elf in a dark wood. I must get farther away. I must not endanger them.
He thought as he ran, his speed seemed like that of a bolting stag, almost like a blur.
I see you
Legolas heard the words echoing through the woods. Greznixial was nearing. He looked up ahead it was a wide flat plain. It would allow for him to fight with out harming the trees and his loved ones. WIth one last burst of speed he ran for it. Then once he got there he tuned and saw the great shadow of the Witch King, dismounting from his beast of terror.
I shall break you. The haunting voice said fury molded with every word.
"You shall try." Legolas said firmly.
A hiss came from the shadow of a past man, now wraith. The tall horrendous creature dismounted. He did not draw a sword, or other weapon but just stared in Legolas' direction. Legolas stood firm, he did not move, for over 10 min. they both were as still a statues.
Glorfindel rode into the clearing and saw the two in what looked like a stare off. Confused he looked closer then realized what was going on, it was a mental war.
Gandalf, Thranduil, and Elrond followed quickly, seeing Glorfindel not doing anything they stopped next to him. They looked at what the Golden Lord stared at and froze. There before them stood the second in command to Sauron standing not but 5 feet away from the royal prince of Mirkwood, their friend and child.
A sound of galloping came from behind them as Estel, Ellandan, and Elrohir rode up. The twins still wet from their spill into the lake. "Where is he?" Estel demanded.
Then from all the silence looked to see what everyone was staring at….
"Legolas?" Estel asked quietly, "What is he doing?"
"A mental war with a dark evil. We can not help him in this, only once they become physical can we help. If he survives." Gandalf said with a coolness that was scary.
Deep within the recesses of the two mind that were dueling a battle that would decide the fate of one immortal elf…..
"You shall die," said the shadow that stood at Legolas' left. "I shall break you till there is nothing left to send to the halls of death.
"I shall not allow that." Legolas said in a very firm and strong tone. "I will oust you from me and you shall not survive this next century," he predicted.
Suddenly they both had swords in their hands and a fight began.
Thrust. Jab. Turn. Interlock. Thrust. Defend.
The fierceness of each blow shook the elf to his core. His arms shook at each blow from the wraith. He would not faulter.
Suddenly to one side he heard a cry of pain, looking he saw Estel! He was on the ground bleeding from an orcs blow from an ax. He couldn't believe it! The sound of his pain hurt Legolas and he became distracted.
Through the corner of he eye he saw Greznixial's blade coming down. Quickly distancing himself from Estel he blocked and struck back.
Estel faded into the background and the fighting intensified, pictures of friends nearly dying tried to distract him, he ignored them all knowing they were not real.
Spin. Thrust. Parry. Turn. Push, interlock. Strike.
The Witch King was getting mad. Suddenly he felt himself being pushed into an image that wasn't filled with pain….but sorrow.
There stood his Father, receiveing the news of his death. His friends weeping with his father. Elrond trying to give comfort to the loss of the elf King's only son. His father's keening wail rose in the courtroom and he fell to his knees. The tears cascaded down his face, covering the green tunic he wore, his gem and golden/silver leaf crown clattered to the ground. Sobs wracked the body of the elf, and he didn't hold back any of his sorrow.
"My Son!!" He wailed, "Why??!!! First my wife and now my only son.!!!! You wish me to die of grief?!?" He shouted at the sky. His sobs over took him and he fell into the arms of Elrond.
Legolas froze, he realized that this really happened. It was not some picture created by the wraith to make him faulter. But it was a real event, it had happened, years ago.
He would have stayed there frozen to the event, until he heard the clank of the wraiths armor. He spun his anger soaring. This wraith was the one that made that image possible.
The wraith made it so that his loved ones thought him dead. He would not let it happen again.
Greznixial felt the change in the elf and realized too quickly that the elf had won the first battle. He felt himself being pushed from the mental plain. He lost! How could I have lost? That is impossible! I am powerful. How could I lose?
That's when the evil creature heard a strong voice in his own head, never strike close to home.
They both felt the real world appearing before them. Now the battle for the elf's physical form would begin.
Krystal Fox: Alright here it is.