Note: Sorry for the delay in this chapter! All unknown characters are mine! The spell Seiren and Legolas use is a modified spell from L.J. Smith's `Witchlight' and so is part of the scene afterwards! It is not mine! Elvish speech is in `'! Slash between Legolas/Aragorn. High Rating for violence and death! There is a sequel out to this called `Matters Of The Heart!' It focuses on romance between Aradia and Seiren, but also contains A/L slash. I may write another sequel to this, but if I do, it won't be until after the other one is finished. An epilogue will follow this chapter, but then this fic is over.
All Shall Find The Light At Last
Part 15
`We have no choice,' Legolas said to Seiren, his face slightly pale.
Seiren nodded and closed his eyes. `We must use the spell.' He opened his amethyst eyes and looked at his best friend. `Make no mistake, Legolas,' Seiren said firmly. `I will be the primary caster. Not many will care if I die, but if you die... Aragorn, Aradia, and everyone else would be grief-stricken.'
Legolas gasped. `You can't throw your life away for me, Seiren.'
`I do what I must, my friend,' Seiren said sadly, as he prepared the spell. `You have little magic left yourself, Legolas.'
`We do it together,' Legolas said, using the little magic he had left to prevent his closest friend from casting the spell.
Seiren nodded finally, as he and Legolas both prepared to cast the most powerful spell of Light that they knew. Both knew the risk, and for that reason, Seiren would be the primary caster.
Legolas could see that Seiren was determined to keep him from dying, and would not allow him to help if Legolas tried to stop him. So he finally agreed.
Aragorn placed a hand on both of the elves' shoulders. `Be careful, both of you!'
The blond and red-haired elves nodded, as a smile of thanks appeared on their faces. The Bearers of Light then stepped closer to Motarasu, who was now letting out huge gusts of magic, which pulled at everything and warped it.
`Motarasu!' Seiren cried. `Lord of Chaos, bringer of darkness!'
`Eternal night, destroyer of light!' Legolas added, his voice echoing directly behind Seiren's softer voice.
Motarasu turned and faced them, laughing evilly. `I am the Chaos! You will all be destroyed!' He unleashed a furious magic attack on the two elves, which tore them away from each other and flung them hard against the ground.
Seiren was thrown by Aragorn. A scrape was on his face, as Aragorn ran over and helped the elf up.
`Forget me,' Seiren gasped. `Go get Legolas!'
Aragorn nodded and ran over to his lover, and set him on his feet. Legolas smiled in gratitude.
`Fear me, Motarasu! And fear the power I possess,' Seiren said in an ethereal voice, as his blue light surrounded all.
`Fear me as well, Motarasu, and Aragorn who stands with me!' Legolas said, in a strangely calm and peaceful voice. A beautiful white aura shone around him, and joined with Seiren's light. `Power cannot be created alone, nor can it be used alone.' Aragorn stood behind Legolas, with his hands on the shoulders of the one he loved. And he prayed that his lover would be alive after this battle.
"Fools," Motarasu snarled, as he flung another attack at the Bearers. It reflected off of the blue light, which was protecting them.
`Mine was the hand that buried you in silence!' Seiren said, the words echoing around everyone. His light flickered stronger.
Legolas spoke directly after him, so the spell-casting was interwoven. `Mine was the hand that took your power!' His words were echoing as well.
Motarasu growled and sent dark lightning at them both. It managed to penetrate the Light, but the necklace that Aragorn wore prevented it from harming him.
`Mine was the hand that cast you into sleep eternally!' Seiren said, calmness settling over him.
`Mine was the hand that sealed you away,' Legolas said.
Motarasu was starting to get scared, for he recognized this spell. It was the only spell that could destroy him! He advanced on Aragorn, planning to use him as a hostage to prevent the Bearers of Light from reciting the rest of the spell.
Seiren interposed himself between Motarasu and Aragorn. He was starting to get tired, for he was maintaining three spells at once. And the Chaos had not released its true form yet.
`Aragorn, now is the time to use your mirror!' Seiren cried, as Motarasu seized him.
Aragorn reached into his pocket and took out the mirror. He caught the reflection of their enemy in it, and a miracle happened.
Motarasu screamed in agony as the mirror ate away his disguise. Light flowed forth from the mirror, a golden light, which burned the dark souls of those of darkness. The disguise melted away, and his true form was revealed.
The mirror returned to normal, and Aragorn returned it to his pocket and gaped at the monster in front of them.
It was a huge, black shadow, with glowing red eyes and an evil smile.
"You will be bound to me, Seiren," it hissed. "Could anyone possibly love me when I look like this?"
Seiren and Legolas continued their spell, chanting together this time.
`Ours is the power of Eärendil's light!'
Motarasu bellowed and began yet another assault. This time, he attacked the others in the Fellowship.
`Ours is the power of the ages!'
The two elves' voices were serene as they spoke the last line of the spell.
`Ours is the power of the END OF THE WORLD!'
The two lights that shone around the elves changed drastically.
The pale blue light became a dazzling, lightning-brilliant blue.
The white light was blazing white, blinding hot.
The two lights merged together and something like a supernova was born.
No one could see what happened to the Lord of Chaos; the combined light was simply too bright as it engulfed him. Where it flared around everyone, they were engulfed in a radiance that shone through them.
But all heard the agonizing scream of death coming from the evil creature, as the blackness faded into nothingness.
Seiren and Legolas both had their eyes closed and were bathed in their own light, hovering a few feet above the ground. Their expressions were calm and gentle.
Aragorn caught his breath, for they looked ethereal. And far more beautiful than the dreams of mortals.
`It is love which separates the weak from the strong, Aragorn,' Mikomi's voice whispered on the wind. `And it is also love which makes them frail.'
`Are they dead?' Aragorn was afraid to reach out and touch Legolas.
`They rest,' Mikomi's voice said gently to him, for his form did not appear. `They are weary and exhausted, and will remain so for a while.'
Aragorn touched the hand of the one he loved tentatively. A tiny jolt of energy went through his fingertips and up his arm. Legolas did not move, though his hand was warm to the touch.
`Do not fear so, Aragorn. Let them rest and recover. Twas not an easy battle that they fought, and the spell has draining effects on the caster,' Mikomi's voice told the human.
The rest of the Fellowship awoke and made their way over to where Legolas and Seiren floated, each within a halo of their own light.
Each were in awe as they watched the two elves.
Aragorn waited for Legolas to awaken.
Eventually, both a pair of green eyes and a pair of amethyst eyes flickered open. Contentment and understanding shone in their eyes, as they looked at those around them.
Legolas looked wise and regal, as he returned to the ground and went into Aragorn's arms.
Seiren stood alone, smiling softly, before he weakly turned and began to walk away once more. An Elvish whistle drew everyone's attention to the solitary elf.
Saeru galloped over and nuzzled his Elven rider. I'm on the outside, looking in, as always, the red-haired elf thought wistfully, as he patted his Elvish horse. But fare you well, Legolas, and I pray we meet again. The red-haired elf mounted very carefully, and prepared to vanish once more.
`Seiren!' Legolas cried. He was too tired to run over to his friend, but his emerald eyes pleaded for Seiren not to go.
`Where are you going?' Aragorn questioned.
`I still need to heal,' Seiren murmured quietly. `So I will leave now to reflect on what has happened. I am no longer needed here, for Aradia is now safe and the darkness is gone.'
Legolas and Aragorn were stricken by those words and the loneliness in Seiren's soft, amethyst eyes. The two lovers exchanged a look and nodded, before going into action.
To be concluded
All Shall Find The Light At Last
Part 15
`We have no choice,' Legolas said to Seiren, his face slightly pale.
Seiren nodded and closed his eyes. `We must use the spell.' He opened his amethyst eyes and looked at his best friend. `Make no mistake, Legolas,' Seiren said firmly. `I will be the primary caster. Not many will care if I die, but if you die... Aragorn, Aradia, and everyone else would be grief-stricken.'
Legolas gasped. `You can't throw your life away for me, Seiren.'
`I do what I must, my friend,' Seiren said sadly, as he prepared the spell. `You have little magic left yourself, Legolas.'
`We do it together,' Legolas said, using the little magic he had left to prevent his closest friend from casting the spell.
Seiren nodded finally, as he and Legolas both prepared to cast the most powerful spell of Light that they knew. Both knew the risk, and for that reason, Seiren would be the primary caster.
Legolas could see that Seiren was determined to keep him from dying, and would not allow him to help if Legolas tried to stop him. So he finally agreed.
Aragorn placed a hand on both of the elves' shoulders. `Be careful, both of you!'
The blond and red-haired elves nodded, as a smile of thanks appeared on their faces. The Bearers of Light then stepped closer to Motarasu, who was now letting out huge gusts of magic, which pulled at everything and warped it.
`Motarasu!' Seiren cried. `Lord of Chaos, bringer of darkness!'
`Eternal night, destroyer of light!' Legolas added, his voice echoing directly behind Seiren's softer voice.
Motarasu turned and faced them, laughing evilly. `I am the Chaos! You will all be destroyed!' He unleashed a furious magic attack on the two elves, which tore them away from each other and flung them hard against the ground.
Seiren was thrown by Aragorn. A scrape was on his face, as Aragorn ran over and helped the elf up.
`Forget me,' Seiren gasped. `Go get Legolas!'
Aragorn nodded and ran over to his lover, and set him on his feet. Legolas smiled in gratitude.
`Fear me, Motarasu! And fear the power I possess,' Seiren said in an ethereal voice, as his blue light surrounded all.
`Fear me as well, Motarasu, and Aragorn who stands with me!' Legolas said, in a strangely calm and peaceful voice. A beautiful white aura shone around him, and joined with Seiren's light. `Power cannot be created alone, nor can it be used alone.' Aragorn stood behind Legolas, with his hands on the shoulders of the one he loved. And he prayed that his lover would be alive after this battle.
"Fools," Motarasu snarled, as he flung another attack at the Bearers. It reflected off of the blue light, which was protecting them.
`Mine was the hand that buried you in silence!' Seiren said, the words echoing around everyone. His light flickered stronger.
Legolas spoke directly after him, so the spell-casting was interwoven. `Mine was the hand that took your power!' His words were echoing as well.
Motarasu growled and sent dark lightning at them both. It managed to penetrate the Light, but the necklace that Aragorn wore prevented it from harming him.
`Mine was the hand that cast you into sleep eternally!' Seiren said, calmness settling over him.
`Mine was the hand that sealed you away,' Legolas said.
Motarasu was starting to get scared, for he recognized this spell. It was the only spell that could destroy him! He advanced on Aragorn, planning to use him as a hostage to prevent the Bearers of Light from reciting the rest of the spell.
Seiren interposed himself between Motarasu and Aragorn. He was starting to get tired, for he was maintaining three spells at once. And the Chaos had not released its true form yet.
`Aragorn, now is the time to use your mirror!' Seiren cried, as Motarasu seized him.
Aragorn reached into his pocket and took out the mirror. He caught the reflection of their enemy in it, and a miracle happened.
Motarasu screamed in agony as the mirror ate away his disguise. Light flowed forth from the mirror, a golden light, which burned the dark souls of those of darkness. The disguise melted away, and his true form was revealed.
The mirror returned to normal, and Aragorn returned it to his pocket and gaped at the monster in front of them.
It was a huge, black shadow, with glowing red eyes and an evil smile.
"You will be bound to me, Seiren," it hissed. "Could anyone possibly love me when I look like this?"
Seiren and Legolas continued their spell, chanting together this time.
`Ours is the power of Eärendil's light!'
Motarasu bellowed and began yet another assault. This time, he attacked the others in the Fellowship.
`Ours is the power of the ages!'
The two elves' voices were serene as they spoke the last line of the spell.
`Ours is the power of the END OF THE WORLD!'
The two lights that shone around the elves changed drastically.
The pale blue light became a dazzling, lightning-brilliant blue.
The white light was blazing white, blinding hot.
The two lights merged together and something like a supernova was born.
No one could see what happened to the Lord of Chaos; the combined light was simply too bright as it engulfed him. Where it flared around everyone, they were engulfed in a radiance that shone through them.
But all heard the agonizing scream of death coming from the evil creature, as the blackness faded into nothingness.
Seiren and Legolas both had their eyes closed and were bathed in their own light, hovering a few feet above the ground. Their expressions were calm and gentle.
Aragorn caught his breath, for they looked ethereal. And far more beautiful than the dreams of mortals.
`It is love which separates the weak from the strong, Aragorn,' Mikomi's voice whispered on the wind. `And it is also love which makes them frail.'
`Are they dead?' Aragorn was afraid to reach out and touch Legolas.
`They rest,' Mikomi's voice said gently to him, for his form did not appear. `They are weary and exhausted, and will remain so for a while.'
Aragorn touched the hand of the one he loved tentatively. A tiny jolt of energy went through his fingertips and up his arm. Legolas did not move, though his hand was warm to the touch.
`Do not fear so, Aragorn. Let them rest and recover. Twas not an easy battle that they fought, and the spell has draining effects on the caster,' Mikomi's voice told the human.
The rest of the Fellowship awoke and made their way over to where Legolas and Seiren floated, each within a halo of their own light.
Each were in awe as they watched the two elves.
Aragorn waited for Legolas to awaken.
Eventually, both a pair of green eyes and a pair of amethyst eyes flickered open. Contentment and understanding shone in their eyes, as they looked at those around them.
Legolas looked wise and regal, as he returned to the ground and went into Aragorn's arms.
Seiren stood alone, smiling softly, before he weakly turned and began to walk away once more. An Elvish whistle drew everyone's attention to the solitary elf.
Saeru galloped over and nuzzled his Elven rider. I'm on the outside, looking in, as always, the red-haired elf thought wistfully, as he patted his Elvish horse. But fare you well, Legolas, and I pray we meet again. The red-haired elf mounted very carefully, and prepared to vanish once more.
`Seiren!' Legolas cried. He was too tired to run over to his friend, but his emerald eyes pleaded for Seiren not to go.
`Where are you going?' Aragorn questioned.
`I still need to heal,' Seiren murmured quietly. `So I will leave now to reflect on what has happened. I am no longer needed here, for Aradia is now safe and the darkness is gone.'
Legolas and Aragorn were stricken by those words and the loneliness in Seiren's soft, amethyst eyes. The two lovers exchanged a look and nodded, before going into action.
To be concluded