Chapter 14:
Note: This song is not mine. Neither are any known characters. Nazglas and Angelonus are mine. The breeds/races of elves are not and can be found in Tolkien's The Simarillion.
Roxanne.
You don't have to put on that red light…
Nazglas, what have you gotten yourself into this time?
That thought haunted the former princess of thieves as she re-approached Lord Sauron's Throne room. A slight glance to the side meant painful memories of 'adventures' with the dark lord, whom she had though she had to obey. Angelonus had sensed the change immediately when she ran back down the hall. This was all for the sake of Middle Earth… it didn't matter if hearts were broken…
Not even if hers was…
'I do not believe she actually meant that.' Aragorn tried desperately to get the Prince of Mirkwood to look towards the sunlight. She had gotten Sauron to free them… yes, she had broken Legolas's heart in the process, but…
"Meant, she did. Trust her, I do. Sacrifice large, is hers." The prince paused, looking towards the fellowship, hurt and longing in his eyes. "pain great, is penalty. Think you of hers, then you see." Gandalf gently placed a hand on the deaf elf's shoulder, trying to ignore the thinness of it.
"Twas a sacrifice of love, Legolas. It would be wise to let her do as she said she would. Otherwise, it would have all been in vain."
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right,
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight…
"That was the most heartless thing I have ever witnessed." Sauron's smile disgusted her. "I loved it."
"It is good that you did, my lord. I did only what I would have thought you would have in my place." Sauron smiled wider, gently touching her cheek.
"The way you played his feelings for you… it will hurt him forever to know you chose me over him." Or so you think, she thought bitterly. "And I do admit I was surprised when you requested I let the others go as well, but it will pain them much more then my sword when they watch him die of grief." She forced herself to follow him as he walked to the balcony overlooking the gate to his castle. Eight figures were approaching the gate, one lagging behind.
One with the only words of comfort she had in this place.
"You don't have to do this." But she did. To set them free.
Roxanne
You don't have to sell your body to the night…
Legolas risked a glance back to see if Nazglas was there. Angelonus was watching them from the lines of Sauron's army… but Nazglas was up in the tower with… The prince fought a growl, Sauron. He had corrupted his princess of thieves, making her and her twin worse than an orc…
Because he cared about them.
His sharp eyes noticed Sauron's close proximity to her and he fought the jealousy that coursed through his veins. He was frozen where he stood, watching.
"Legolas?" Of course the elf would not hear him but… Gimli turned to see Legolas staring up at the balcony of the tower they had left from. "Legolas, come on, before Sauron changes his mind. We'll come back for them." He grabbed the elf's arm, but could not budge him. "Legolas!"
The rest of the fellowship turned to see the sight. Aragorn flinched, and Gandalf frowned. The hobbits just stared. Legolas's flesh had begun to gray even more.
"Sauron's turning him into an orc!"
"No, Gimli, tis his own grief that is destroying him." Gandalf approached the prince. "You must let go, young one. Your hate is corrupting your soul." The elf didn't respond. What Sauron was doing with HIS Nazglas was more then he could stand.
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
It's more then I can stand!
She means nothing to me, she betrayed and defied me, as well as Middle Earth. Legolas still was transfixed at the sight, his Elvin eyes the only who could spot it. If she had just said it before I left… told me her heart belonged to another… I wouldn't have let myself fall in love with her…
(Roxanne)
Why does my heart cry? (Roxanne)
Feelings I can't fight
You're free to leave me
But just don't deceive me
And please
Believe me when I say
I love you
Nazglas tried to pretend the one who kissed her neck was Legolas. She tried to pretend she enjoyed the feel of someone holding her. But he skin burned where Sauron's hands touched her. Her arms, her face… it felt like a fire was melting her shields away.
"You are mine now." She bit back a sob at those words. And, then sucked it up. This was for middle earth. She would give her life for middle earth. "Tell me you are mine."
"I am…" That was Legolas. He was staring straight at her, as if there were mere feet between them. And his eyes showed her hate and confusion, and hurt…. As well as something she hoped was what she thought. "I…" Sauron stepped besides her, looking at her face before following her gaze. A growl ripped from his throat.
"You still long for him when you have me?" Naz winced at the harshness of his tone. "You DARE love him when you yourself told him you loved ME?" A sudden realization crept into his features. "You did it so he wouldn't die here."
"N-n-n-no." The cautious steps back were tripping her. The blow to her face sent her into the stone railing of the balcony.
"And then you DARE to LIE to ME!" The next blow made her forget the first, the pain was much too intense to remember.
"no." The whispered word brought everyone's attention to where Legolas was looking. "No."
"Legolas." The warning in Aragorn's tone was unheard by the elf… not that he would have heard anyway. The elf flinched as if he was struck, crying out softly. The hobbits scattered, reforming their huddle behind Gandalf, a safe distance away. "Legolas, don't!"
It was too late, the Elvin prince ran back towards the palace, pushing past the orcs and goblins, the pitiful sight of the corrupted men and the worse sight of the number of Avari and Mordiquendi elves gathered. Aragorn took off after him, Gimli close behind.
"Crazy elf! Stop!" Aragorn stopped, forcing Gimli to as so not to run into him.
"He is deaf, Gimli. You know this. Go get the hobbits and Gandalf out. I will get Legolas." And the king took off again. His only prayer was that both Legolas and Nazglas would not be casualties of the war now declared.
(Roxanne)
Why does my heart cry? *(You don't have to put on that red light)
Feelings I can't fight? (You don't have to wear that dress tonight)
Why does my heart cry? (Roxanne, you don't have to put on that red light)
Feelings I can't fight? ( Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight)
I have to get to her, she made a mistake, and she's going to die for me! Legolas ran, his speed surpassing even Glorfindel's. The guards of the palace ignored him… perhaps they were informed he was not a threat. Being deaf did not dull his abilities, and thus, Sauron made another mistake. The first time they had met, he took Legolas's voice and Legolas's sister. The second, his sight and his friend. This time he may have taken his hearing, but he was not going to take Nazglas.
The throne room was in his sights. If only he could get there.
"PLEASE! NO!"
"Nazglas!" He burst through the door in time to see Sauron yank his sword out of something, calmly wiping the gray blood from it.
Roxanne! (Roxanne!)
No!
Roxanne! (No!)
"No." Sauron didn't notice the Elf.
"You had this coming, though I had hoped…" His speech was cut off by the sudden feel of warm blood dripping down from the front of his throat. Then the sting of the cut. And then the vision of the being in front of him. The one who had just slit his throat. "Angelonus?" It was doubtful the elf could understand him… the blood choked him to no end.
He had survived the fall and destruction of the Ring. He had survived the fires of Anor in the Blessed Realms… but… his own creations…
Why had I doubted the power of the elves? And with that as his last thought, Sauron sank into the nothingness that was oblivion.
Legolas took no heed of the fall of Sauron, he ran over to Nazglas, hoping against hope that she was alright. The blood still poured from the wound… wherever it was. She groaned and opened her eyes… seemingly looking at him. He knelt, grabbing her hand, trying to will her to strength. Her lips formed words he could not hear, and her eyes closed for the last time…
Roxanne!
A/n: I suggest you listen to the song while you read this chapter, it fits perfectly. It's called: Tango de Roxanne, from Moulin Rouge. I could so hear Legolas with Ewen McGregor's voice… ok, no more day dreaming.
Note: This song is not mine. Neither are any known characters. Nazglas and Angelonus are mine. The breeds/races of elves are not and can be found in Tolkien's The Simarillion.
Roxanne.
You don't have to put on that red light…
Nazglas, what have you gotten yourself into this time?
That thought haunted the former princess of thieves as she re-approached Lord Sauron's Throne room. A slight glance to the side meant painful memories of 'adventures' with the dark lord, whom she had though she had to obey. Angelonus had sensed the change immediately when she ran back down the hall. This was all for the sake of Middle Earth… it didn't matter if hearts were broken…
Not even if hers was…
'I do not believe she actually meant that.' Aragorn tried desperately to get the Prince of Mirkwood to look towards the sunlight. She had gotten Sauron to free them… yes, she had broken Legolas's heart in the process, but…
"Meant, she did. Trust her, I do. Sacrifice large, is hers." The prince paused, looking towards the fellowship, hurt and longing in his eyes. "pain great, is penalty. Think you of hers, then you see." Gandalf gently placed a hand on the deaf elf's shoulder, trying to ignore the thinness of it.
"Twas a sacrifice of love, Legolas. It would be wise to let her do as she said she would. Otherwise, it would have all been in vain."
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it is right,
Roxanne
You don't have to wear that dress tonight…
"That was the most heartless thing I have ever witnessed." Sauron's smile disgusted her. "I loved it."
"It is good that you did, my lord. I did only what I would have thought you would have in my place." Sauron smiled wider, gently touching her cheek.
"The way you played his feelings for you… it will hurt him forever to know you chose me over him." Or so you think, she thought bitterly. "And I do admit I was surprised when you requested I let the others go as well, but it will pain them much more then my sword when they watch him die of grief." She forced herself to follow him as he walked to the balcony overlooking the gate to his castle. Eight figures were approaching the gate, one lagging behind.
One with the only words of comfort she had in this place.
"You don't have to do this." But she did. To set them free.
Roxanne
You don't have to sell your body to the night…
Legolas risked a glance back to see if Nazglas was there. Angelonus was watching them from the lines of Sauron's army… but Nazglas was up in the tower with… The prince fought a growl, Sauron. He had corrupted his princess of thieves, making her and her twin worse than an orc…
Because he cared about them.
His sharp eyes noticed Sauron's close proximity to her and he fought the jealousy that coursed through his veins. He was frozen where he stood, watching.
"Legolas?" Of course the elf would not hear him but… Gimli turned to see Legolas staring up at the balcony of the tower they had left from. "Legolas, come on, before Sauron changes his mind. We'll come back for them." He grabbed the elf's arm, but could not budge him. "Legolas!"
The rest of the fellowship turned to see the sight. Aragorn flinched, and Gandalf frowned. The hobbits just stared. Legolas's flesh had begun to gray even more.
"Sauron's turning him into an orc!"
"No, Gimli, tis his own grief that is destroying him." Gandalf approached the prince. "You must let go, young one. Your hate is corrupting your soul." The elf didn't respond. What Sauron was doing with HIS Nazglas was more then he could stand.
His eyes upon your face
His hand upon your hand
His lips caress your skin
It's more then I can stand!
She means nothing to me, she betrayed and defied me, as well as Middle Earth. Legolas still was transfixed at the sight, his Elvin eyes the only who could spot it. If she had just said it before I left… told me her heart belonged to another… I wouldn't have let myself fall in love with her…
(Roxanne)
Why does my heart cry? (Roxanne)
Feelings I can't fight
You're free to leave me
But just don't deceive me
And please
Believe me when I say
I love you
Nazglas tried to pretend the one who kissed her neck was Legolas. She tried to pretend she enjoyed the feel of someone holding her. But he skin burned where Sauron's hands touched her. Her arms, her face… it felt like a fire was melting her shields away.
"You are mine now." She bit back a sob at those words. And, then sucked it up. This was for middle earth. She would give her life for middle earth. "Tell me you are mine."
"I am…" That was Legolas. He was staring straight at her, as if there were mere feet between them. And his eyes showed her hate and confusion, and hurt…. As well as something she hoped was what she thought. "I…" Sauron stepped besides her, looking at her face before following her gaze. A growl ripped from his throat.
"You still long for him when you have me?" Naz winced at the harshness of his tone. "You DARE love him when you yourself told him you loved ME?" A sudden realization crept into his features. "You did it so he wouldn't die here."
"N-n-n-no." The cautious steps back were tripping her. The blow to her face sent her into the stone railing of the balcony.
"And then you DARE to LIE to ME!" The next blow made her forget the first, the pain was much too intense to remember.
"no." The whispered word brought everyone's attention to where Legolas was looking. "No."
"Legolas." The warning in Aragorn's tone was unheard by the elf… not that he would have heard anyway. The elf flinched as if he was struck, crying out softly. The hobbits scattered, reforming their huddle behind Gandalf, a safe distance away. "Legolas, don't!"
It was too late, the Elvin prince ran back towards the palace, pushing past the orcs and goblins, the pitiful sight of the corrupted men and the worse sight of the number of Avari and Mordiquendi elves gathered. Aragorn took off after him, Gimli close behind.
"Crazy elf! Stop!" Aragorn stopped, forcing Gimli to as so not to run into him.
"He is deaf, Gimli. You know this. Go get the hobbits and Gandalf out. I will get Legolas." And the king took off again. His only prayer was that both Legolas and Nazglas would not be casualties of the war now declared.
(Roxanne)
Why does my heart cry? *(You don't have to put on that red light)
Feelings I can't fight? (You don't have to wear that dress tonight)
Why does my heart cry? (Roxanne, you don't have to put on that red light)
Feelings I can't fight? ( Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight)
I have to get to her, she made a mistake, and she's going to die for me! Legolas ran, his speed surpassing even Glorfindel's. The guards of the palace ignored him… perhaps they were informed he was not a threat. Being deaf did not dull his abilities, and thus, Sauron made another mistake. The first time they had met, he took Legolas's voice and Legolas's sister. The second, his sight and his friend. This time he may have taken his hearing, but he was not going to take Nazglas.
The throne room was in his sights. If only he could get there.
"PLEASE! NO!"
"Nazglas!" He burst through the door in time to see Sauron yank his sword out of something, calmly wiping the gray blood from it.
Roxanne! (Roxanne!)
No!
Roxanne! (No!)
"No." Sauron didn't notice the Elf.
"You had this coming, though I had hoped…" His speech was cut off by the sudden feel of warm blood dripping down from the front of his throat. Then the sting of the cut. And then the vision of the being in front of him. The one who had just slit his throat. "Angelonus?" It was doubtful the elf could understand him… the blood choked him to no end.
He had survived the fall and destruction of the Ring. He had survived the fires of Anor in the Blessed Realms… but… his own creations…
Why had I doubted the power of the elves? And with that as his last thought, Sauron sank into the nothingness that was oblivion.
Legolas took no heed of the fall of Sauron, he ran over to Nazglas, hoping against hope that she was alright. The blood still poured from the wound… wherever it was. She groaned and opened her eyes… seemingly looking at him. He knelt, grabbing her hand, trying to will her to strength. Her lips formed words he could not hear, and her eyes closed for the last time…
Roxanne!
A/n: I suggest you listen to the song while you read this chapter, it fits perfectly. It's called: Tango de Roxanne, from Moulin Rouge. I could so hear Legolas with Ewen McGregor's voice… ok, no more day dreaming.