Holy Gawd Damn BALLZ!

Sorry for the mega delay everyone. Life events ensued… online class, quit, hired to a new job I thought I would love, but then that can go to Hell, then I got hired for another job! Hooray!

And I actually have some time off before I start the new job! Woohoo!

Only do what makes you happy. Sure, in this life, I have a career choice that semi makes me happy, but in brings in the dough! $$!

Please don't be shy in PMing me to pester me to start this story. Sometimes I nap instead of actually doing this, and I don't even nap at all actually. I go to bed and accidentally think about what I have done with my life. Don't you hate it when that happens?

Plus I have been pestering Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch to join me and my friends to go to the Electric Daisy Carnival in Las Vegas, NV. this year, but no response from Tom's twitter lol. Cumberbatch does not have a twitter but I know he and Tom are like… BFFs. XD

I try to use the hashtags #comewithmetoEDC2014 and #EDCLV2014 to hopefully get his attention. Don't worry, I don't have a racey dress code, I don't do drugs, and I don't do insane stunts and yes, I'm a terrible dancer haha. But I thought it would be amazing to party with them! XD I'm high on life everyone!

Thanks for your amazing patience! This chapter is short as hell compared to the rest of chapters, but I had to get this aside and to get the real fun to begin!

Disclaimer: I own nothing LOTR or any other big copyright awesome thing I have used in reference of.

It is all strictly First POV. I DO NOT BETA AT ALL! This was typed up very quickly so ya. One day I will go over this. Beware, there will be fragments. After all, a person's thoughts are usually jumbled about and around and incomplete. Haha. XD

Some Elvish words I found online:

Morier = Dark One
Gayaer = Dreaded One

POV Orders as follows: Elena, Legolas, Aragorn

PS there are swear words… no censorship or shit like that :D

Thanks for being patient! I have not abandoned this story! Already typing up this next chapter. Now on with this story!

Chapter 11: Log In this Incident Please…

Wake up in the morning feeling like a demon…

Got the black eye and grey wing, I'm gonna scare some-body…

While I'm here on Middle-Earth, getting shunned by all

But before I leave Rivendell, I'm gonna sleep like Hell.

I'm talkin' about sleepin' on my bed, bed

Not worryin' about if I'm dead, dead

Ignoring the bad things thatz been said , said

...

Okay, that has been a terrible parody of Ke$ha's "Tik Tok" song. Haha, I can't even finish it. I'm thinking of this song because I don't want to crack open my log book of incidents…

Gandalf and I keep a record of when my "incidents" occur… It only has a few entries in it so far. He had a spare blank journal with him and he gave it to me to use it as a log book… a diary basically to keep track of what has been going on with my body or if I'm thinking… hearing… Sauron or Morgoth's voice… I can't tell anymore… well er- I should say I never could. I just hear this hella dark voice inside my head sometimes to convince me that I should accept what I am now. "Be who you were meant to be on this land… this world!" blah blah blah… "Accept me" blah blah blah "we can rule the world together" blah blah…

So yes… adding another entry…

It's not many thankfully… the very first entry was….

-When I appeared on the Orthanc in front of Gandalf.
-My eyes being on FIRE! Okay, not fire, but I had the Sauron's fiery eye in both of them when we were first attacked by the Ringwraiths.
-My connection to Frodo when he puts on the Ring.
-My elf eye became black and a grey Fellbeast… wing sprouted off my back. One came right out of my tattoo and turned all feathery, coming apart then fading away. Hurt like a mutha!
-Coughing up blood during the council.
-Cough attack one night with blood and a fever. (I've had these like… a few times now. So I'll just put another check mark next to it.)

Then more things started to happen.

In the middle of sword practice with Aragorn, we stopped in the middle of "sparring" and I started to freak out because when he stopped, I stopped. I was like, wtf Aragorn sup? And he's all like, Dude! Your eye is all like, doing some weird shit! And I was all like, wtf your breaking my balls and he was all like, nah man! We gotta go foo! Can't let the crew see you dis way! And I was like, Damn son! We gotta bail! So we busted a fuckin' mission back to my room to chill, yo.

Okay, so the conversation wasn't exactly like that. But we did have to bail outta the area we were practicing in since some of the elves, including Arwen and Legolas, would see me with my left eye all black.

My left eye has been turning black at certain times. It hasn't happened in a while and luckily… being so lucky… hasn't happened in front of Arwen and Legolas. Arwen is already kinda freakin' out about me, and Legolas… he's barely just started to warm up to me. Okay, it has happened when I hung out with Glorfindel though. That sucked balls. He started freaking out and I saw him flinch toward a weapon, but he knew it was still me when I gave him a WTF look. Luckily, Aragorn came over when this happened (Glorfindel and I were just chillen in the hallways when this happened) and he took my hand to lead me back to my room and Glorfindel followed. We had to explain to him what was going on with me since well, I was caught by him. He understood, but I can feel that his negative feelings are rising. Negative as in a touch of fear, alert, awareness, anxiety, and his feeling of caution. They're going up… That's okay… I knew this thing would happen… This is what would happen if Arwen and Legolas knew about this and I don't want to put them through that. It's more me because I'm selfish and I don't want them to think that way of me. Glorfindel and I still hang, but now I feel what he truly feels after knowing everything. Aragorn and I omitted the Fellbeast wing incident though. No need to know EVERYTHING.

Sometimes, I turn this log book into a diary by accident. I need to stop writing.

I close the journal and shove it under my pillow. How much do I have to go through while I'm here? I had the almost perfect life. I was single again, great job, cool boss, great family, I had my apartment, my car, friends, and I lose it all. I outstretched my limbs to the point where I relaxed, I just closed my eyes. I could almost fall asleep if weren't for the sun's rays going through the open windows. I like to sleep when it is really dark. I was never one to take naps and shit. A feeling that started to feel annoying on my back, started to sting.

"Ugh! I just wanna chillax!" I got up from the bed and walked myself to a corner of the room where I can use it to scratch my back. It started to feel okay, but then it just got itchier. "Damn it. An allergy?" I reached my hands back there, one going from the top and the other from the bottom try to use my nails to scratch, but it was only getting worse. Then the feeling of dread happened.

"Shit! SHIT SHIT SHIT!" I curse loudly and I heard some "shhs" and stuff, but I didn't give a fuck. I started to panic. This is the same pre-game feelings on my back I had before I started to go all "fallen angel Sephiroth" style. Okay! Panic mode started!

"Gandalf! Gandalf!" I quickly run to his room and burst through. I already feel something poking out of my back and it is painful. He's not here. "GANDALF!" I run out of his room and through the hallways turning at every corner and rushing past other elves. "GANDALF!" I can only yell out his name. Where are you!? "Please Gandalf! Lord Elrond! Where are you!?"

"I'm here! I'm here!" I hear the noise of rubbing cloth on the stone floor and footsteps. It is Gandalf! I turn around and he is coming toward me. I rush into his arms, but before I could reach my goal, I land hard on my knees in pain and I double over. "Fuck!" and I use one hand to support my body over the floor and the other to try to press against my back. This is painful! It's ripping through!

He is quickly to my side in a flash and he can see that it is happening again. No questions asked. "Quickly. Back to my room. Hurry!" He lets me lean on him for support as we trudge ourselves to his quarters. "Gandalf!" I can't help it. I start crying like a little girl. This hurts so much. "Please make it stop!"

"Endure it! You are strong!" I hear the dress fabric that I'm wearing tear more. "We must hurry. The pointed area of the wing is being shown!" I could feel that he took whatever extra slack he has from his grey robe and put it over me.

More footsteps are following us. Probably because of my yelling and crying. We were walking faster than the rest, until Aragorn and Legolas approached in running speeds. "What is happening to her?" Were the first words out of Legolas' mouth. I wanted to wave him off, but my arms felt so heavy and I was already clinging onto Gandalf for dear life.

"Aragorn, it is happening again." I could feel the sweat just dripping off of my temples as I lifted my head from staring at the floor. They gave each other an expression that they both understood. Aragorn then quickly rushed to me and carried me bridal style. I screamed in pain and he quickly apologize for his rough handling and ran off.

"Aragorn?" I said through my clenched teeth. Things are starting to look dizzy, but I can't just pass out. This is like last time. Everything. The pain… the long feelings of pain.

"We are going back to your room Elena. Hang on. You will be fine, but just endure this pain. Lord Elrond has informed me already that this has happened before."

Anxiety. Fear. Worry. Caution. Darkness.

I'm radiating darkness. I look back over Aragorn's shoulder to see Legolas' face. It expresses some pain.

I can't control what I'm sending out.

"Aragorn! Is my eye-" I look up to his face and he answers. "Yes. Yes it is." I groan in pain and hang onto him tighter.

I do not understand what had just happened. No answers. Aragorn and Gandalf did not say anything to each other and I only witnessed that Aragorn is carrying Elena and dashed away as quickly as the wind.

The energy was so dark… almost ominous. I developed chest pains when I had come closer to her, but as soon as Aragorn took her away, the pain was suddenly gone.

"Gandalf, what is going on?" I need to know.

"Nothing that concerns you. Please I must rush to her side. Tell no one of this, but inform Frodo to come to Elena's room." Was all he said and he rushed off.

"No Gandalf. What can I do to help her? Is there something that I can do? What is wrong with her? Why is she in so much pain?" I had caught up to him and grabbed his arm until he finally stopped. "You are an elf. This does not concern you. You will be carry feelings of darkness if you are around her." Words so vague to leave me with so many questions. What am I to do with what I have just witnessed?

Elena was in sheer pain. Tears in her eyes clutching her back. What could have happened? What is going on? Before I could press with further questions, Gandalf has already left to be with her and Aragorn. Why does Aragorn know? Why is Frodo privileged to know of her ailment, but I cannot?

Because I am elf?

"You will be in feelings of such darkness if you are around her." Gandalf said. It must be because I am of the elven race. I shake my head of these thoughts for now and I rush to find Frodo and perhaps of course I will find the rest of the hobbits as well.

"Lord Elrond! You are just in time!" I see him rush through the door as I set Elena down on the bed in her room.

"I heard her screams! What is happening?!" He is rushed to her side and carefully placed his hands on her head. I had to keep her arms down to her sides because of her thrashing in pain.

After he asked his question, Gandalf appears in the room. "Lord Elrond the wing will be released from her body once more! Aragorn, quickly turn her over!" I did as I was instructed. I had to fight her struggles and ignore her screams of pain. Poor girl. "By the Valor! Her back is tainted with blood!" I take a closer look as I get a better grip on her arms to hold her down. Gandalf quickly goes to his satchel and Lord Elrond gathers the pillows and pulls the bed sheets right under swiftly as I continue to hold her down.

Gandalf pulls out a vile of green liquid and Lord Elrond only stands back. "What are you two doing?! She is in pain and being tortured! Help her!" I demand them.

They were only standing in their positions and waited. "Stand back Aragorn. Please stand back." Gandalf had said. I take my eyes off of them and I turn back to see Elena's back.

I did not notice it before… the back of her dress is tearing open slowly to have something poke through… tearing her skin. The color of her blood on this… it is…

The tip of a demon's wing…

I was frightened. I could not help but to let go of her and back away very quickly.

The three of us could only watch as it was slowly coming out of her back. Lord Elrond closing his eyes from time to time to avoid seeing this event. Gandalf sheds a single tear as he shouts to her, "Endure it! Endure it! You can do it again!"

Then with a final scream and erecting her body to be on her knees and face to the celling, the bloodied wing made its final quick thrust out of her body and it extends high above her head. She only stayed that way for a few seconds then she was silent. The back of her dress torn from the back clinging onto threads to keep the front of it up. Now I can truly see the markings on her back. The wing on the left is the one that sprouted; her elven side of the body.

It was such a sight and I was afraid, but more for her.

Such a power inside her to manipulate her body.

Gandalf and Lord Elrond carefully approached her on her left side. "Elena. We are here. We are going to help you." She carefully relaxes and sits on her calves. She turns her head to them, and though I cannot see it, their expression said it all.

Surprise and pity.

"I have grown a fang." Was all that she had said. "Oh Elena. My dear Elena…" Gandalf said. He placed his hand on her left cheek. I took this time to join the two to see her face. She is in tears and her eye… I see it is black again, and she indeed has grown a fang on the left side of her mouth. Something is a little different this time by her eye as well… it is as if her veins have swelled and turned grey… a few grey rivers leading to the black island of her sight.

She leans into Gandalf's hand. "I'm so tired. I'm so tired of this…" She sees me now and her expression changes to a sad smile. "Aragorn. Thanks for bringing me to my room. I'm so sorry you had to see this. I'm so sorry." She cries. "I'm sorry you feel worry, fear… everything. I didn't want you to see this." Gandalf takes his hand away and he shares his own smile with her. "Elena. You did very well. I know this is painful for you. This burden is only for you. You are doing so well."

"Gandalf is right Elena. You are a strong young woman. It is okay to be afraid and tired. We all have sufferings to conquer." She only nods and takes a quick intake of breath. Then the wing flinches and so do I. She laughs a little darkly. "Sorry. I can't control it. It comes out on, moves, and leaves on its own. Everything that happens to me, I can't control it." She sighs. She then just flops down onto the bed and the wing simply folds close to her back. "Cool. It can still be compact."

"Enough Elena. Let's just give it a few moments and see if it will disappear again." Gandalf said.

"Now what do we do?" It was all I could ask. What would be the procedure to handle this type of situation? She continues to groan. The blood I can see has spread on the sheet that was left behind, some in her hair, and her arms. Her back was just drenched. The smell of blood is strong.

Gandalf brings his green vile closer to Elena. "Take this. I had made this to help reduce any pain that you have. I can only hope it works." He uncorked the vile for her and she took it from him and consumed it quickly not moving from her position. She smiles and says that the aftertaste was of sweet apples.

Then the wing outstretched itself and froze. It changed from the grey fellbeast wing into black feathers. Then the feathers started to fall and separate from one another and fade as they hit the floor.

"We can begin. Elena, are you still with us?" Lord Elrond asked as he leaned his face toward hers to see something. He stands upright and said that she is in her slumber of recovery. He began to tear the dress to remove pieces away to clear the material away from her. I see clearly her markings. Dark folded demon-like wings so long from the top of her shoulder down to her lower back.

Gandalf takes a few paces to me and places a hand on my shoulder and my reaction is to look at him and away from her. "Thank you for everything Aragorn. You did not run from her. You stayed by her side. This will mean so much to her." Then his expression drew serious. "You must not tell the others. Tell no one. Only the four, you, I, Lord Elrond, and Frodo know of her condition. If any of the Fellowship or the other elves knew of this, they may side with her, but they may also not, especially since the journey has yet to begin. I know for a fact the elves will do more than just shun her, but to the extent I am no certain and nor do I want to find out." I nodded in understanding.

"I only wish I could do more for her. She was in so much pain." I shook my head and adjusted my stance.

"Oh yes. The first time was so much worse. She mentioned that there was no warning. One go it had pushed out of her… that was why there was so much blood on the walls. This time, it was torturing her."

"Gandalf, what is she? Truly?" I see him shake his head. My eyes are back to her and I see Lord Elrond with his hand over her back whispering a chant to slowly heal her.

"We don't know for sure. I can only say what Saruman has said to me; that she is the vessel for the Dark Lord Sauron. Her transition to the elves had been interrupted because of her strong will to stay mortal. She does not want to live forever. If we can prevent her from changing, this world can be saved." I only nodded, truly realizing these words this time. I haven't heard them since the counsel.

We hear a knocking. Frodo is outside the doors calling for Elena and Gandalf. "You make take your leave now and send only Frodo in. I know someone else is with him. Ask Arwen to come in to assist Elena in dressing of bandages and new clothing for her as well."

"I shall take my leave then." I see Lord Elrond only able to wipe away excess blood that has not dried yet using sheets. I turn to the door and when I open it, I see Legolas and Frodo a few steps away.

Frodo quickly comes in front of me, "How is she? Is she well now? There were screams and then they just stopped! There's blood on your chest…" he reaches high to touch it and it was still moist and he rubbed it somberly between his fingers. "Is she alive?" At this question Legolas looked alarmed.

"She is Frodo. She is currently in a slumber of recovery. She may not wake today. Do not worry. Go see her. Gandalf and Lord Elrond will tell you everything." Frodo rushed past me and closed the door behind me.

I nodded to Legolas for us to speak somewhere more discreetly. He followed me until we were in an empty hallway.

"Am I not permitted to see her? I feel no negative energy?" I crossed my arms. "Legolas, now is not the time. She went through something that she can only speak to the three of them. I'm sorry Mellonamin, but this is none of your concern. Please be at ease to know that she will be fine. I cannot say anymore."

"More of her incidents then. She has mentioned to me only as far as to call one of these events as 'incidents'." He crossed his arms as well and leaned against a wall.

I nodded. She mentioned me to me as well that she has a log book to keep a record of these "incidents".

"How can we help her if we do not know what is wrong with her? We are to leave in a mere two days and she is recovering now."

"You do not have to worry about helping her at all Legolas. Your duty is only to Frodo who carries the Ring of Power. Protect him only. She is Gandalf's charge, not yours. I share in both hers and Frodo's, but you, are strictly to Frodo." I must remind him. He is elf and cannot be near her for too long due to her radiation of negative/dark aura energy that surrounds her.

"My desire to help her has only grown. She has become my friend and friends do what they can to help each other. Aragorn you have helped her, what can I do?" I see something different in his eyes. Curiosity, worry, longing… they have been spending more time with each other, this is true.

We heard footsteps and had kept quiet of our conversation. We can over hear elf-maidens gossiping hearing vexing noises of Morier or the Gayaer. Such hate can be said by elves…

"Legolas, please do not ask anymore. Things will be said when the time is right." It is all I can say to him. I pat his shoulder and I walk away not looking back.

We do leave in a couple of days. I need to spend them with Arwen.