a necklace made from power and glory
soon to have its own evil story
made in caves deep underground
hidden where it could not be found
when it is found all hell is loose
passed on to next with owners noose
"Aragon?" Frodo said, "Aragon, where are we?"
"We are in the forests outside of Mirkwood. Don't worry my young friend, we are almost to the palace."
"How much further is it?!" Samwise whined from next to Frodo.
"Not much longer Sam."
"Alright then."
Samwise, Peregrine, Frodo, Legolas and Aragon were returning Legolas to Mirkwood. Afterwards, the three hobbits would return to the Shire with Aragon.
"You must stay at the palace for a few days," Legolas insisted, "You must rest before you begin your journey to the Shire."
"We shall stay, but only for a short time," Aragon promised, knowing full well that Legolas wasn't about to take no for an answer.
"Good then!" Legolas nodded, "I..."
Legolas' words were cut off by the shrill battlecry of many Orcs.
They were being jumped.
Pippin and Samwise took on a single Orc, beating it over the head or wherever they reach. Frodo took on one all by himself, stabbing it repeatedly with his long knife as Aragon took them out one by one with his swordsman ship.
Legolas, deprived of his sword and bow, was going after the Orcs stabbing them with the arrows of his quiver. An Orc reached Legolas' back and, ripping the quiver off of Legolas, threw it away. The Orc held his arms behind his back.
"Aragon!" Legolas cried, as an Orc slashed his clothes with its sharp claws, "Aragon, help!"
Aragon, busy with seven of the Orcs, couldn't spare him even a glance without threatening his life.
The Orc grabbed Legolas by the shoulder and ripped his shirt to shreds. It let out a vicious roar as it saw Legolas' necklace; A small silver cross with a shining green stone in the center. The green stone started to glow. It reached across his face and swiped its claws into the flesh, making five long gnashes across his face. It grasped Legolas by the throat and threw him backwards, up against a tree. By this time, the light from the stone was so bright that it burned eyes.
All the Orcs dispersed, leaving the hobbits and Aragon dumbfounded.
"Legolas!" Frodo cried. He ran over to the tree to inspect Legolas. His entire face and upper body was bathed in blood. He was coughing and barely able to speak.
"The light," Legolas muttered, "They're afriad of it..."
"What is it?" Frodo asked.
"It's... it's... ahhh..." Legolas flinched in pain and the blackness threatened to take him. "Frodo... It's like the One..."
"The One...?"
The blackness took him.
~*~*~*~*~
Legolas awoke in his bed in the Palace in Mirkwood. He could barely move. He felt something was wrong; other than the obvious pain he felt of course.
Despite the pain he reached up and felt his head.
His screams could be heard throughout the entire castle.
Aragon and Frodo came running in.
"What's the matter?!" Frodo asked.
"I-I... My..." Legolas pointed to his hair. It had been cut. It was barely shoulder length.
"We couldn't wash the blood out of it and it was all raggedy and uneven..." Aragon blithered.
"My hair..." Legolas stuttered, "My... my beautiful hair..."
soon to have its own evil story
made in caves deep underground
hidden where it could not be found
when it is found all hell is loose
passed on to next with owners noose
"Aragon?" Frodo said, "Aragon, where are we?"
"We are in the forests outside of Mirkwood. Don't worry my young friend, we are almost to the palace."
"How much further is it?!" Samwise whined from next to Frodo.
"Not much longer Sam."
"Alright then."
Samwise, Peregrine, Frodo, Legolas and Aragon were returning Legolas to Mirkwood. Afterwards, the three hobbits would return to the Shire with Aragon.
"You must stay at the palace for a few days," Legolas insisted, "You must rest before you begin your journey to the Shire."
"We shall stay, but only for a short time," Aragon promised, knowing full well that Legolas wasn't about to take no for an answer.
"Good then!" Legolas nodded, "I..."
Legolas' words were cut off by the shrill battlecry of many Orcs.
They were being jumped.
Pippin and Samwise took on a single Orc, beating it over the head or wherever they reach. Frodo took on one all by himself, stabbing it repeatedly with his long knife as Aragon took them out one by one with his swordsman ship.
Legolas, deprived of his sword and bow, was going after the Orcs stabbing them with the arrows of his quiver. An Orc reached Legolas' back and, ripping the quiver off of Legolas, threw it away. The Orc held his arms behind his back.
"Aragon!" Legolas cried, as an Orc slashed his clothes with its sharp claws, "Aragon, help!"
Aragon, busy with seven of the Orcs, couldn't spare him even a glance without threatening his life.
The Orc grabbed Legolas by the shoulder and ripped his shirt to shreds. It let out a vicious roar as it saw Legolas' necklace; A small silver cross with a shining green stone in the center. The green stone started to glow. It reached across his face and swiped its claws into the flesh, making five long gnashes across his face. It grasped Legolas by the throat and threw him backwards, up against a tree. By this time, the light from the stone was so bright that it burned eyes.
All the Orcs dispersed, leaving the hobbits and Aragon dumbfounded.
"Legolas!" Frodo cried. He ran over to the tree to inspect Legolas. His entire face and upper body was bathed in blood. He was coughing and barely able to speak.
"The light," Legolas muttered, "They're afriad of it..."
"What is it?" Frodo asked.
"It's... it's... ahhh..." Legolas flinched in pain and the blackness threatened to take him. "Frodo... It's like the One..."
"The One...?"
The blackness took him.
~*~*~*~*~
Legolas awoke in his bed in the Palace in Mirkwood. He could barely move. He felt something was wrong; other than the obvious pain he felt of course.
Despite the pain he reached up and felt his head.
His screams could be heard throughout the entire castle.
Aragon and Frodo came running in.
"What's the matter?!" Frodo asked.
"I-I... My..." Legolas pointed to his hair. It had been cut. It was barely shoulder length.
"We couldn't wash the blood out of it and it was all raggedy and uneven..." Aragon blithered.
"My hair..." Legolas stuttered, "My... my beautiful hair..."
