1 Chapter 5 – Evil Trickery
Legolas sluggishly awoke from his short slumber. He felt something nudging at him, and heard soft whispers near his pointed ears. They weren't harsh nudges, but rather loving nudges, as if someone that truly loved him wanted him to wake up and come with them. He was very drowsy, and it was hard for him to open his eyes. But he felt he needed to force himself up to find out who these whispers were from. Just think, these whispers could be from the same being that came to him that other night in the forest they were previously resting in. The thought drove him absolutely wild and knew he must go and find these "creatures" that wanted him so badly…
He sat up and observed everyone around him. They were all asleep, and the fire next to him was now gone, and all that came from it were thin clouds of smoke gently rising to the crisp air. He sat there for a moment, trying to figure out how late in the night it was. He assumed it was at least two hours past midnight. It was quite pointless to just sit here and do nothing while he could easily make his escape now. He suddenly felt a nudge again on his shoulder blade, and automatically flung his body around to catch whom was responsible. He could see his breath pounding against the freezing air in rhythm with his heartbeat, but nothing else. His striking blue eyes, now wider than ever, moved frantically in every direction to search out the creature responsible for these mysterious whispers and nudges.
He decided to take the one chance that he had to run off deep into Lalelasill and identify these whisperers. So he did. He cautiously stood up, not making a sound. He should be grateful that he was a light-footed elf who could rarely make brown leaves crackle under him when stepped upon. Carefully, he walked away from the others and soon disappeared into the dark, gloomy trees high above him.
Reaching a good distance away from the rest of the Fellowship, he decided it was okay to stop walking so quietly. He stopped and looked at his surroundings. It was a scary looking forest, not somewhere people in their right minds would want to stay. He leaned up against a gigantic tree and let out a sigh of relief. "I cannot believe I actually got past them!" Legolas laughed lightly to himself, acknowledging his own bravery. He felt good. He felt that he did the right thing; at least the right thing for himself. And that's all that mattered to him: himself and no one else.
Out of nowhere, Legolas felt dizzy. He felt like his head was spinning and he couldn't see straight. The trees kept moving around, and he tried to shake his head hard to regain his normal state. But it didn't work. Leaning against the tree, he slid himself down into a crouching position, hands now holding his head in the pain he was suddenly feeling. Before he knew it, he had fallen over and had passed out on the wet grass.
"Where am I?" Legolas tried to get up, but something pushed him down to the ground again. He struggled to open his eyes, but finally managed to. When they opened up, a smile quickly grew on his face, and he had not smiled for some time now. "Who are you? And where am I please?"
The tiny fairy giggled softly and looked at the other fairies around her, and they all began to giggle. "You are where you always wanted to be, my love." They all began giggling again flirtatiously. But these were no ordinary fairies that you read about in your average fairy tales mind you. These fairies were cruel and full of hate. They were a tiny breed that Saruman had created secretly, and the evil forest of Lalelasill was where they dwelled. These were the "mysterious creatures" that were whispering things to Legolas late that night and the night in the other forest. They had a disastrous plan for Legolas to help them with, and they only hoped he would accept their invitation to help them.
With Legolas's vision now totally restored, he noticed something on these little fairies. They had little horns sticking out from the bouncy curls piled on their heads, and this discovery shocked him. "You aren't going to hurt me, are you?" He asked innocently, for he was a little scared now. They all started to laugh. "Of course not, Legolas! Do not be afraid. We are the ones who have been talking to you late in the night. We need your help."
Legolas was now sitting up and paying full attention to every word that came from their small, red lips. "But what happened back there when I was leaning against that tree, why did I pass out like –"
"Hush! There's no need to worry yourself over things that do not matter. All we can tell you is that what happened to you earlier needed to occur so we could take you to our home deep in this forest of Lalelasill. You would have never found us if you did not pass out. So we did what we had to do to get you here. Now, there is no need to worry anymore about that, for we have told all we are allowed to."
Legolas felt somewhat relieved, but not completely. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know why they were coming to him. So he simply asked. "Why am I here? I mean, why were you telling me the things you were? About Aragorn and everything? How could you possibly know these truths which I have kept from everyone?"
"Let's just say we know a lot of things that you don't know. For instance, the Ring of Power? It is not! In a sense it is a ring of power, but it is surely not an evil ring. It is actually a very good ring, which was made for the purpose of kindness. But obviously the story was twisted a bit. Your little "Fellowship" as you call it wants to destroy the ring to take the GOODNESS away from the world, and it is easy to do because there is so little goodness in our world to begin with. So, we have come to you for help."
Legolas was very trustful, and seemed to believe what these fairies were saying. Even though the horns threw him off a bit, he misjudged them. He was sure they were telling him the truth.
"Okay, so what do you need my help with?" Legolas questioned sincerely.
"Well…to put it simply, we need you to get the ring. We want you to somehow get the ring from Frodo, and bring it back to us. We want to preserve the small amount of goodness left in this world of evil, that is all." They all smiled in time with each other. Legolas couldn't help but smile back. "I don't know about this…" Legolas's face became worried again. How did he know they were telling him the truth? How could he be absolutely sure they were?
The fairies looked at each other with panic in their tiny, sparkling eyes of gold. They began to whisper nervously. "Legolas…listen to us. We know your secret. I know you yearn to be the greatest, and you are, although the others do not see it this way. They see Aragorn as their leader, but in truth, you are the real leader. Aragorn will turn on the others, including you eventually, and possibly try to kill you. You do not need that fear in your mind, do you? We can make everyone in Middle Earth see you as the best, as you are meant to be seen. But the only way this can happen is if you follow our direction, and give us the ring. You will be seen as a hero, as a savior to the entire universe. Trust us. We are the only ones who know the truth about the ring. Please?"
Legolas was torn. He felt his conscience pulling him back and forth, first to the fairies, and then back to the Fellowship, which he felt was his second family. What was he supposed to do? He did agree with their feelings on Aragorn, but he wasn't exactly sure if he should commit to this. He had to choose…
"Well…" Legolas began calmly, letting out a sigh on the way. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gave his answer…
Legolas sluggishly awoke from his short slumber. He felt something nudging at him, and heard soft whispers near his pointed ears. They weren't harsh nudges, but rather loving nudges, as if someone that truly loved him wanted him to wake up and come with them. He was very drowsy, and it was hard for him to open his eyes. But he felt he needed to force himself up to find out who these whispers were from. Just think, these whispers could be from the same being that came to him that other night in the forest they were previously resting in. The thought drove him absolutely wild and knew he must go and find these "creatures" that wanted him so badly…
He sat up and observed everyone around him. They were all asleep, and the fire next to him was now gone, and all that came from it were thin clouds of smoke gently rising to the crisp air. He sat there for a moment, trying to figure out how late in the night it was. He assumed it was at least two hours past midnight. It was quite pointless to just sit here and do nothing while he could easily make his escape now. He suddenly felt a nudge again on his shoulder blade, and automatically flung his body around to catch whom was responsible. He could see his breath pounding against the freezing air in rhythm with his heartbeat, but nothing else. His striking blue eyes, now wider than ever, moved frantically in every direction to search out the creature responsible for these mysterious whispers and nudges.
He decided to take the one chance that he had to run off deep into Lalelasill and identify these whisperers. So he did. He cautiously stood up, not making a sound. He should be grateful that he was a light-footed elf who could rarely make brown leaves crackle under him when stepped upon. Carefully, he walked away from the others and soon disappeared into the dark, gloomy trees high above him.
Reaching a good distance away from the rest of the Fellowship, he decided it was okay to stop walking so quietly. He stopped and looked at his surroundings. It was a scary looking forest, not somewhere people in their right minds would want to stay. He leaned up against a gigantic tree and let out a sigh of relief. "I cannot believe I actually got past them!" Legolas laughed lightly to himself, acknowledging his own bravery. He felt good. He felt that he did the right thing; at least the right thing for himself. And that's all that mattered to him: himself and no one else.
Out of nowhere, Legolas felt dizzy. He felt like his head was spinning and he couldn't see straight. The trees kept moving around, and he tried to shake his head hard to regain his normal state. But it didn't work. Leaning against the tree, he slid himself down into a crouching position, hands now holding his head in the pain he was suddenly feeling. Before he knew it, he had fallen over and had passed out on the wet grass.
"Where am I?" Legolas tried to get up, but something pushed him down to the ground again. He struggled to open his eyes, but finally managed to. When they opened up, a smile quickly grew on his face, and he had not smiled for some time now. "Who are you? And where am I please?"
The tiny fairy giggled softly and looked at the other fairies around her, and they all began to giggle. "You are where you always wanted to be, my love." They all began giggling again flirtatiously. But these were no ordinary fairies that you read about in your average fairy tales mind you. These fairies were cruel and full of hate. They were a tiny breed that Saruman had created secretly, and the evil forest of Lalelasill was where they dwelled. These were the "mysterious creatures" that were whispering things to Legolas late that night and the night in the other forest. They had a disastrous plan for Legolas to help them with, and they only hoped he would accept their invitation to help them.
With Legolas's vision now totally restored, he noticed something on these little fairies. They had little horns sticking out from the bouncy curls piled on their heads, and this discovery shocked him. "You aren't going to hurt me, are you?" He asked innocently, for he was a little scared now. They all started to laugh. "Of course not, Legolas! Do not be afraid. We are the ones who have been talking to you late in the night. We need your help."
Legolas was now sitting up and paying full attention to every word that came from their small, red lips. "But what happened back there when I was leaning against that tree, why did I pass out like –"
"Hush! There's no need to worry yourself over things that do not matter. All we can tell you is that what happened to you earlier needed to occur so we could take you to our home deep in this forest of Lalelasill. You would have never found us if you did not pass out. So we did what we had to do to get you here. Now, there is no need to worry anymore about that, for we have told all we are allowed to."
Legolas felt somewhat relieved, but not completely. He wanted to know more. He wanted to know why they were coming to him. So he simply asked. "Why am I here? I mean, why were you telling me the things you were? About Aragorn and everything? How could you possibly know these truths which I have kept from everyone?"
"Let's just say we know a lot of things that you don't know. For instance, the Ring of Power? It is not! In a sense it is a ring of power, but it is surely not an evil ring. It is actually a very good ring, which was made for the purpose of kindness. But obviously the story was twisted a bit. Your little "Fellowship" as you call it wants to destroy the ring to take the GOODNESS away from the world, and it is easy to do because there is so little goodness in our world to begin with. So, we have come to you for help."
Legolas was very trustful, and seemed to believe what these fairies were saying. Even though the horns threw him off a bit, he misjudged them. He was sure they were telling him the truth.
"Okay, so what do you need my help with?" Legolas questioned sincerely.
"Well…to put it simply, we need you to get the ring. We want you to somehow get the ring from Frodo, and bring it back to us. We want to preserve the small amount of goodness left in this world of evil, that is all." They all smiled in time with each other. Legolas couldn't help but smile back. "I don't know about this…" Legolas's face became worried again. How did he know they were telling him the truth? How could he be absolutely sure they were?
The fairies looked at each other with panic in their tiny, sparkling eyes of gold. They began to whisper nervously. "Legolas…listen to us. We know your secret. I know you yearn to be the greatest, and you are, although the others do not see it this way. They see Aragorn as their leader, but in truth, you are the real leader. Aragorn will turn on the others, including you eventually, and possibly try to kill you. You do not need that fear in your mind, do you? We can make everyone in Middle Earth see you as the best, as you are meant to be seen. But the only way this can happen is if you follow our direction, and give us the ring. You will be seen as a hero, as a savior to the entire universe. Trust us. We are the only ones who know the truth about the ring. Please?"
Legolas was torn. He felt his conscience pulling him back and forth, first to the fairies, and then back to the Fellowship, which he felt was his second family. What was he supposed to do? He did agree with their feelings on Aragorn, but he wasn't exactly sure if he should commit to this. He had to choose…
"Well…" Legolas began calmly, letting out a sigh on the way. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gave his answer…