Before I start this new story I want to make something clear so I will capitalize and underscore for emphasis. THIS IS NOT A PLAGIARIZED VERSION OF SkyleafAlchemist19'S All That Remains! I have already spoken to her prior to posting this, and she has given me permission to use the assassin aspect of her story for mine! DO NOT I repeat DO NOT review this only to flame and accuse me of plagiarizing her story! She is ready to speak out on this issue if it does happen, and I thank her so much for doing so! The ONLY aspects of this story that will be the same is the assassin theme, and the use of the name Esgal as Legolas' alias, which she has also given me permission to use! So please dear readers, DO NOT POST REVIEWS ACCUSING ME OF PLAGIARIZING WHEN I HAVE CLEARLY EXPLAINED MYSELF IN THIS LITTLE SECTION!
Inspired by: SkyleafAlchemist19's All That Remains and Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas.
Summary: Legolas does not know how he came to be at Dol Guldur. He has no recollections of his past. Trained by the Witch-King of Angmar, the Elf becomes the Nazgûl Lord's personal champion. The assassin known as Esgal...
Esgal: Sindarin Elvish for Hidden.
This story is dedicated to SkyleafAlchemist19. Thanks for writing such an awesome story of All That Remains! And for allowing me to use the assassin theme and Esgal alias! This is for you!
Reviews are welcome.
I also appreciate constructive criticism as well.
This story will be pre WotR but I will try to keep it as canon as possible.
OCs will also appear in this story as well!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything associated with it, aside from my own plot and OCs.
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Origins I
Esgal groaned as he tossed and turned on the bed, forehead matted with cold sweat. Tending to him was Arwen, the Elleth gently dabbing at his face with a wet cloth in an attempt to keep the Elf cool. When she first came upon him in her grandmother's chamber, the daughter of Elrond was quite shocked to find an unconscious Elf being tended to by the Lady of the Woods. Her grandmother revealed he was the one who saved them from Dol Guldur when she was weakened, and thus Arwen took it upon herself to nurse him back to health even if she didn't know much about him.
The only thing that caught her attention was how attractive this Elf was.
"Will he be alright?" Arwen inquired when she sensed her grandmother approaching.
"I have done what I can to halt the pain, but this is a spell that surpasses even my knowledge."
"Have you ever seen a spell like this?" she indicated towards the black lines that were visible around Esgal's face.
Galadriel shook her head. "No, but I sense there is a darkness behind this curse."
"A darkness?...Daernaneth, who exactly is he?"
The Lady of the Woods sighed softly, trying to come up with an answer to her granddaughter's question. This was quite problematic since she didn't know much about this mysterious Esgal either, only that he hails from Dol Guldur and is the Witch-King's champion.
"He is the Witch-King's champion yet I cannot sense darkness in his heart."
Arwen's hand paused in midair.
"He works for the Witch-King?" she murmured in shock.
"Yes but I sense it is not voluntarily. Perhaps he was kidnapped from his home as an elfling and raised in the darkness of Dol Guldur," Galadriel said.
"But you said he does not traffic with darkness."
"No. There is a light I sense within him, though dimmed due to the influence of the Black Fortress."
Another groan broke the conversation between grandmother and granddaughter as Arwen went back to tending to Esgal. Suddenly his hands shot up and began clawing at his throat, as if trying to dislodge something from beneath his skin. An agonized cry echoed loudly in the air, the Ellon tossing and turning on the bed, his body convulsing in pain with every breath taken.
"He is in pain!" Arwen gasped.
Placing a hand on Esgal's forehead and closing her eyes, Galadriel whispered a spell to soothe the pain, but it was in vain as he continued to toss and turn.
"Can you hear me Esgal? Tell me how to stop the pain," the Lady of the Woods suddenly said.
"M-Medicine...v-vial..." Esgal choked out.
Placing the towel down to search through the pouch lying on the table, Arwen found a small vial containing pills that were golden in color. Shaking one of them into her palm, the Elleth slipped this past Esgal's parched lips, then carefully tipped some water to help wash it down.
After several moments he stopped struggling and sighed quietly, settling against the bed as a healing sleep took over.
"Summon your father my beloved granddaughter. This is something only he can help with," Galadriel told Arwen.
Ever since the abrupt farewell with his friend, Glorfindel hadn't heard back in a long time, causing the Elf-Lord to worry profusely about the safety and well-being of his friend. He wanted to send a message, but Esgal didn't quite exactly have a place to send a message to. The Vanyar paced his room in circles while trying to come up with a solution to his dilemma. What could he do? There had to be something he could do to help his friend.
He felt useless at that moment.
"Lord Glorfindel?" a knock interrupted.
"What is it?" he answered, opening to find the twins standing there.
"Lord Glorfindel we were just wondering if you were alright," Elladan said.
"You have been missing since morning patrol," Elrohir added.
The Balrog-Slayer rubbed his forehead wearily.
Can he not get a moment of peace in Imladris?
"I am fine. Do you two not have guard duty?" an eyebrow was arched at the twins.
Elrohir made a noise and gave his brother a look that clearly said they had forgotten about their turn to patrol the borders.
"My lord Glorfindel, Lord Elrond has summoned you."
Erestor made the twins jump as he approached from behind.
"I am on my way," Glorfindel gave the twins a scowl, then brushed past them to head towards the study.
Elrond was in the midst of reading a letter when the Vanyar arrived, the latter noticing a myriad of expressions upon the Peredhel's face, though worry stood out above all else.
"My lord?" Glorfindel knocked upon the door.
"Glorfindel," Elrond acknowledged.
"You summoned me?"
The Peredhel held up the letter in his hand.
"What do you make of this?"
Tilting his head slightly to the side in bewilderment, the Elf-Lord took the letter and gave it a read.
It was from Arwen requesting her father to visit Lothlórien in order to look after a sick Elf.
Why would the lady ask her father all the way to the Golden Woods if Lady Galadriel was overseeing things?
"Lady Arwen has specifically asked for you to travel to the Golden Woods to look after an Elf?" Glorfindel said when he finished.
The Peredhel inclined his head.
"But why? Lady Galadriel is certainly well-versed in the healing arts just like you are," the Vanyar continued.
"That is what puzzles me. Arwen has not elaborated more on this matter," Elrond frowned, resting a hand on his chin.
"Will you be going my lord?"
"I suppose I must come to my daughter's aid. Glorfindel, you will accompany me."
Glorfindel dipped his head.
"Erestor will look after the affairs while I am away."
"Aradhel is missing!" Lalaith cried, bursting into her parents chamber.
Thranduil and Edlothiad spun around in shock, the latter dropping a goblet of water onto the ground.
"What do you mean he is missing?" the Elvenking inquired of his daughter.
Lalaith was a teary mess as she wrung her hands in anguish.
"I was bringing him food, but when I opened the door to his room, he was not there! Brother and Hethurin have already dispatched the guards to search for him," she said.
The Elvenking recalled something his eldest son Legolas said previously.
Of how Aradhel will do anything to return to the Black Fortress.
"Tell Arastor and Hethurin to focus their search near Dol Guldor!"
The Queen of Mirkwood pressed her hands against her mouth.
"I will!" Lalaith ran back towards the main entrance of the palace.
"I will bring our son back," Thranduil said as he held his wife close.
A peaceful calm surrounded Legolas as the assassin found himself surrounded by a white light.
A light familiar to him.
"Nana?" he called out.
"I am here my little Legolas," his mother responded.
Legolas walked into his mother's embrace as she held her arms open.
"The pain is gone when you are here," he said.
"You must be strong," Rívis told her son.
"I do not want to go on anymore...the pain...the suffering...I am tired of all this."
"You are stronger than this my little Greenleaf."
That was the first time Legolas heard his mother call him that.
It felt soothing.
"Nana..."
"I will always watch over you," she said.
To be continued...
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