CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: Silvereth is a 20- year- old, he has a gold- bladed scythe and sword, as well as the ability to call upon negative energy. He wears Elvin chain- mail and brown pants, his eyes are deep red and his hair is fairly short and chestnut. Around his neck is a silver collar, to notify those that he is the ruler of Dominingo, prime land of Demons. And we all know what Legolas looks like ;) Now, onto the story...
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Silvereth wandered amidst the shadows of Lothlorien, scythe in hand, stealthier than the Elf. His nostrils flared; his pointed ears perked; as he sensed someone nearby. He quietly dashed into the nearest bush.. He did not want to be caught. Noo, that would be bad, he thought, Noo... I must find what I seek first. THEN I can deal with the Elves...
Meanwhile, Legolas walked along that same path. His ears, too, perked and his nostrils, too, flared as he sensed someone near. He saw the bush move. Quick as a flash, the bow went up, aimed, arrow at the ready. He did not want to fire at this shadowed figure immediately; for he didn't know wether it was Elf or otherwise. Instead, he called out.
"HALT!" He cried, and faced the bush.
Silvereth snarled to himself, and grumbling, stood. He raised his scythe, postured dominatingly. "Do not fire that bow of yours, Elf," he said, angrily. "If you harm me, more harm shall come to you."
"I am Legolas." Answered Legolas. His bow still aimed, he ventured closer to this new person. "Who may you be? And why, pray tell, are you in Lothlorien?"
"Who I am means no business to you, Legolas." said Silvereth, and he walked out of the bushes. "All you need to know is that I will be on my way, and YOU shall say no more about me."
With that, Silvereth began down the path again. Legolas followed.
"I shall only leave you be once I am familiar to with what your name is, Stranger." he said. "Then- And ONLY then will I leave you alone."
Silvereth spun around, and raised his scythe menacingly, but then gave in. "Very well," he said, "I am Silvereth, son of Yhelrith, dominator of the land of Dominingo."
This news seemed to frighten Legolas. He backed away. "You... You are a demon!"
Silvereth snickered. "Yes, in fact I am. Good observations, Legolas, now let me be on my way."
"NO!" cried Legolas, and, getting to his feet, followed Silvereth. "What buisness may you have in Lothlorien anyway? Begone, I say, before I slay you with my arrow!"
To this threat, Silvereth laughed out loud. "Slay me? You amuse me, Elf. None can slay the great Silvereth. Ha ha! As I say this, I must be going. Farewell, Elf! I now name you Hurrikhana, my language for "Funny". Good- bye!" And he turned and began walking once again back into the shadows.
Legolas did not find this new name amusing. He followed Silvereth once again, much to his distaste and rage.
"Wait! I do say naught to my new name. I am funny when I want to be, now beware Silvereth- I shall slay you now. I challenge you to a Battle of Death- Do you accept?"
Silvereth turned slightly, now quite interested in this conversation. He smirked, fingering the holding of his scythe longingly. "I accept, Legolas the Elf." said he, and faced the Elf menacingly. "I know of a clearing not too far away. Let us begin there!" And so he said this, and set off, Legolas following.
Moments later they reached the clearing. Legolas on one side and Silvereth on the other, they bowed respectfully to each other, and each muttered "Good Luck".
"And," said Silvereth, his voice echoing through the wood of Lothlorien, cold and ready, "Let the battle begin."
At this, Legolas took his cue. Faster than the eye could see he let loose an arrow, and it flew through the air and pierced Silvereth's shoulder. Silvereth cried out, and charged at Legolas, scythe at the ready, but as he brought down the scythe to mark his head, Legolas sidestepped quick- footedly.
But Silvereth was waiting for this. As Legolas sidestepped, Silvereth swung around on his scythe and managed to deliver a breath- taking blow to the chest. Legolas stumbled, but quickly he regained balance, and charged after Silvereth.
Legolas rammed into Silvereth at full- speed sending Silvereth to fly back into the nearest tree. Legolas, realizing that attack worked well, made to it and charged again at Silvereth.
Big mistake.
For this time, Silvereth was ready. As Legolas drew nearer and nearer, Silvereth stood, and barely a second before Legolas hit, he drew his scythe and jutted it out in front of him.
A piercing scream filled the silent air of Lothlorien as the scythe slammed in, piercing deep into Legolas's chest, and out the other end. Legolas's face went white, eyes grew wide, and Silvereth smirked, tearing the scythe out. Blood immediately poured in gushing rushes onto the ground, Legolas doubled over, a silent scream now imprinted on his face.
Silvereth laughed coldly and turned away, to make to go back into the shadows and continue his march. When the arrow dug deep into his back.
Silvereth turned, coughed blood, and saw Legolas. Legolas was leaning against a tree, an insane king of determination on his face. It seemed now as though the gaping hole in his stomach meant nothing to him; that he was determined to win. Silvereth cried out in rage and ripped the arrow from his back, snapping it in half. Bleeding profusely from the back now, he cupped his hands and a black ball of negative energy formed. Legolas backed away a bit, and the energy grew larger, but once it hit a size, Silvereth only stood there and held it.
Eventually, Legolas began walking back towards Silvereth, and that was when he threw the energy. Though Legolas was quick, the energy was quicker, and he was hit with it head on in the face.
Legolas screamed, wiping some from his eyes, and charged at Silvereth in a blind rage. Now, Elves began to fill the woods around the clearing, watching with interest and intrigue.
Legolas drew his sword as he gained ground towards Silvereth, Silvereth sidestepped, but Legolas turned with him and slashed him deep into the side.
Silvereth screamed, and flickered out of view, but reappeared behind Legolas, blood gushing from the wound in his side. He grabbed Legolas's head, tripped him with one foot, and kicked him with the other. A loud, sickening crack broke out as Legolas's back broke. At that moment the Elves fled; they were much too afraid of watching anything else that might happen with this Stranger and Legolas.
Legolas now lay on the ground, eyes rolling, unable to stand. he saw in a blur Silvereth walk, standing over him, golden sword ((Haltheus)) in hand. Legolas groaned, with sheer pain.
"B... befo...re.. You... K... k... kill.... me.... T.. tell me... W... w... who.. .... or.... What... i.... is... Yo...ur.... b..uisness.... her...e.... in... Lo..th...lorien?" he said, as Silvereth raised the sword high. It was difficult to get out such an easy sentence now.
Silvereth drew close to Legolas's face, so close Legolas could feel his bountiful breath, and felt envious he did not have so much anymore. "My buisness," Silvereth said, nice and slow so Legolas could hear every word. "My buisness in Lothlorien is to kill the one you call Galadriel..."
The sword struck Legolas's body, a shriek ran out, and the last image that he say was the shadowed figure of Silvereth vanishing into thin air, to complete the deed he set out for.
"To kill the one they call Galadriel..."
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Will Silvereth complete the task of killing Galadriel? Will he be stopped? Or will he conquer... Keep checking back to read more on the Sequel of Silvereth vs Legolas...
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Silvereth wandered amidst the shadows of Lothlorien, scythe in hand, stealthier than the Elf. His nostrils flared; his pointed ears perked; as he sensed someone nearby. He quietly dashed into the nearest bush.. He did not want to be caught. Noo, that would be bad, he thought, Noo... I must find what I seek first. THEN I can deal with the Elves...
Meanwhile, Legolas walked along that same path. His ears, too, perked and his nostrils, too, flared as he sensed someone near. He saw the bush move. Quick as a flash, the bow went up, aimed, arrow at the ready. He did not want to fire at this shadowed figure immediately; for he didn't know wether it was Elf or otherwise. Instead, he called out.
"HALT!" He cried, and faced the bush.
Silvereth snarled to himself, and grumbling, stood. He raised his scythe, postured dominatingly. "Do not fire that bow of yours, Elf," he said, angrily. "If you harm me, more harm shall come to you."
"I am Legolas." Answered Legolas. His bow still aimed, he ventured closer to this new person. "Who may you be? And why, pray tell, are you in Lothlorien?"
"Who I am means no business to you, Legolas." said Silvereth, and he walked out of the bushes. "All you need to know is that I will be on my way, and YOU shall say no more about me."
With that, Silvereth began down the path again. Legolas followed.
"I shall only leave you be once I am familiar to with what your name is, Stranger." he said. "Then- And ONLY then will I leave you alone."
Silvereth spun around, and raised his scythe menacingly, but then gave in. "Very well," he said, "I am Silvereth, son of Yhelrith, dominator of the land of Dominingo."
This news seemed to frighten Legolas. He backed away. "You... You are a demon!"
Silvereth snickered. "Yes, in fact I am. Good observations, Legolas, now let me be on my way."
"NO!" cried Legolas, and, getting to his feet, followed Silvereth. "What buisness may you have in Lothlorien anyway? Begone, I say, before I slay you with my arrow!"
To this threat, Silvereth laughed out loud. "Slay me? You amuse me, Elf. None can slay the great Silvereth. Ha ha! As I say this, I must be going. Farewell, Elf! I now name you Hurrikhana, my language for "Funny". Good- bye!" And he turned and began walking once again back into the shadows.
Legolas did not find this new name amusing. He followed Silvereth once again, much to his distaste and rage.
"Wait! I do say naught to my new name. I am funny when I want to be, now beware Silvereth- I shall slay you now. I challenge you to a Battle of Death- Do you accept?"
Silvereth turned slightly, now quite interested in this conversation. He smirked, fingering the holding of his scythe longingly. "I accept, Legolas the Elf." said he, and faced the Elf menacingly. "I know of a clearing not too far away. Let us begin there!" And so he said this, and set off, Legolas following.
Moments later they reached the clearing. Legolas on one side and Silvereth on the other, they bowed respectfully to each other, and each muttered "Good Luck".
"And," said Silvereth, his voice echoing through the wood of Lothlorien, cold and ready, "Let the battle begin."
At this, Legolas took his cue. Faster than the eye could see he let loose an arrow, and it flew through the air and pierced Silvereth's shoulder. Silvereth cried out, and charged at Legolas, scythe at the ready, but as he brought down the scythe to mark his head, Legolas sidestepped quick- footedly.
But Silvereth was waiting for this. As Legolas sidestepped, Silvereth swung around on his scythe and managed to deliver a breath- taking blow to the chest. Legolas stumbled, but quickly he regained balance, and charged after Silvereth.
Legolas rammed into Silvereth at full- speed sending Silvereth to fly back into the nearest tree. Legolas, realizing that attack worked well, made to it and charged again at Silvereth.
Big mistake.
For this time, Silvereth was ready. As Legolas drew nearer and nearer, Silvereth stood, and barely a second before Legolas hit, he drew his scythe and jutted it out in front of him.
A piercing scream filled the silent air of Lothlorien as the scythe slammed in, piercing deep into Legolas's chest, and out the other end. Legolas's face went white, eyes grew wide, and Silvereth smirked, tearing the scythe out. Blood immediately poured in gushing rushes onto the ground, Legolas doubled over, a silent scream now imprinted on his face.
Silvereth laughed coldly and turned away, to make to go back into the shadows and continue his march. When the arrow dug deep into his back.
Silvereth turned, coughed blood, and saw Legolas. Legolas was leaning against a tree, an insane king of determination on his face. It seemed now as though the gaping hole in his stomach meant nothing to him; that he was determined to win. Silvereth cried out in rage and ripped the arrow from his back, snapping it in half. Bleeding profusely from the back now, he cupped his hands and a black ball of negative energy formed. Legolas backed away a bit, and the energy grew larger, but once it hit a size, Silvereth only stood there and held it.
Eventually, Legolas began walking back towards Silvereth, and that was when he threw the energy. Though Legolas was quick, the energy was quicker, and he was hit with it head on in the face.
Legolas screamed, wiping some from his eyes, and charged at Silvereth in a blind rage. Now, Elves began to fill the woods around the clearing, watching with interest and intrigue.
Legolas drew his sword as he gained ground towards Silvereth, Silvereth sidestepped, but Legolas turned with him and slashed him deep into the side.
Silvereth screamed, and flickered out of view, but reappeared behind Legolas, blood gushing from the wound in his side. He grabbed Legolas's head, tripped him with one foot, and kicked him with the other. A loud, sickening crack broke out as Legolas's back broke. At that moment the Elves fled; they were much too afraid of watching anything else that might happen with this Stranger and Legolas.
Legolas now lay on the ground, eyes rolling, unable to stand. he saw in a blur Silvereth walk, standing over him, golden sword ((Haltheus)) in hand. Legolas groaned, with sheer pain.
"B... befo...re.. You... K... k... kill.... me.... T.. tell me... W... w... who.. .... or.... What... i.... is... Yo...ur.... b..uisness.... her...e.... in... Lo..th...lorien?" he said, as Silvereth raised the sword high. It was difficult to get out such an easy sentence now.
Silvereth drew close to Legolas's face, so close Legolas could feel his bountiful breath, and felt envious he did not have so much anymore. "My buisness," Silvereth said, nice and slow so Legolas could hear every word. "My buisness in Lothlorien is to kill the one you call Galadriel..."
The sword struck Legolas's body, a shriek ran out, and the last image that he say was the shadowed figure of Silvereth vanishing into thin air, to complete the deed he set out for.
"To kill the one they call Galadriel..."
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Will Silvereth complete the task of killing Galadriel? Will he be stopped? Or will he conquer... Keep checking back to read more on the Sequel of Silvereth vs Legolas...
