Yay! Finally! It's done! Anyway, I intend on continuing this series until
long past the end of the movies, once they are released. It may take me a
while, but thank you, especially Cody, who got me going again. Thanks,
Cody! This whole series is dedicated to you!
DISCLAIMER: LOTR characters belong to someone else, not me. This situation belongs to me though! ^_^
MoonFade, Part Two
By Lothlórien
Legolas dove under the attacking man's blade arm. One more second spent waiting would have cost him his life…
…Only if he was really alive.
The elf shoved his hand up, his palm smashing into the man's chin. His head snapped back and the all-concealing black cape fell away, the clasp broken. There was no time to wait. Another quick slash contacted solidly with the attacker's neck.
Legolas had hit him in the exact same place that he himself had been shot by Aragorn, his friend…
Pain shot through the elf's neck and head as they both collapsed backwards. It reminded him all too much of the agony he had felt during that fateful battle four years ago that had cost him his immortal soul.
"You stole my soul!" Legolas pulled out his long-knives, a holy anger rising up through his body, "I want to know why!"
A horribly familiar face stared back at him. A long black scar ran down the right side of his face, cutting through the now green and yellow eye. The right ear was mangled, giving the figure before him the ghastly appearance of one returned from the desecrated grave.
A black, claw-like hand clasped the bruised, fair skin of his neck. The creature that stood before him was a ruined form of life, evil and good, one former, the other now, both melded together in one malevolent being.
"Suildad, Legolas," The demonic creature grinned, showing sharpened, tearing teeth.
"Suildad, Legolas," Legolas returned.
"So you realize who I am," The demon replied.
"You are my body, stolen and resurrected for purposes I do not know," Legolas, the real elf, clasped his long-knives tightly, "You are an abomination!"
"Your friends in Mordor wanted you to join them so badly, young prince," The Demon-Legolas smiled even wider, "They searched for the place where your body was entombed, and killed the guard that stood there. Perhaps you knew him. Arandusin?"
"You bastard!" Legolas cried out in pain and emotional agony. His friend was dead…
"Ah, do not insult yourself so," The demon laughed gutturally, "You may be interested to know that this—" He held up his arm, where an ugly black scar ran around his wrist, "—is his hand."
Legolas could say nothing. His entire mind searched for a possible way to destroy this creature of Mordor and hell.
"But, do not even you have what you have become?"
Silence reigned.
There was no sound.
All of the blackish, dungy surroundings had frozen in time. Only the ragged breathing of an elf in pain broke the utter hopelessness.
Legolas knew what he was saying. He was ruined…
His body was a demonic visage that killed and enjoyed the bloodlust of it all. His own immortal soul had been taken and twisted into a deadly shade that killed at the slightest touch…
"I want to see what could have been if you had not intermingled Time!"
With this crescendo cry, Legolas dove forward and drove his long-knives deep into the hellish beast that had been his own body. He saw his own mutilated eyes widen in pain and surprise, and he watched his own body jerk away.
"My master, your master, has not yet finished with you, child of the Light," Demon-Legolas growled, his dagger ready.
"I serve no one, fool," Legolas snatched up his bow and aimed one of the few White Arrows of Lothlórien that he had left, "And I will not let you continue to disrupt Time in this way."
"You speak of Time as if she is a person," The demon sneered, "If she is, then I have torn her limb from limb, reveled in the drinking of her blood and the tasting of her flesh, and brought her to be one of my own!"
"NO!"
His arrow flew straight and true. It stuck solidly in the center of the forehead.
And what had been his own skull shattered like glass.
Legolas was thrown back as a malignant black form exploded from the wreckage of his former body. It formed itself into a black clod, evil green, yellow, red, and orange eyes, thousands of them, staring at him.
He cried out involuntarily as the cloud dove at him, its tendrils wrapping around him. His long-knives cut through, but the black, cloudy appendages just grew back.
"You have destroyed what I had claimed as my own!" The cloud's voice was deafening as it lifted Legolas into the air, "Now I will claim you!"
The elf prince struggled, his strength waning even as his blood dripped from his neck onto the creepers.
"You are one of my lord's!" The cloud thundered evilly, the laugh as toxic as the waters of Barad-Dûr, "Shade or Fade, makes no difference. You are a demon of your own making!"
With that, the cloud squeezed. Legolas struggled to breathe as the blackness contracted more…
Another vine of darkness jabbed him in the throat.
His mouth opened as he tried to cry out, but a sudden, explosive rush of demonic blackness thrust its way into his mouth, nose, and ears. It was thrusting its way into his body, ripping him apart from the inside.
He stiffened and screamed in his mind as the demonic spirit reached his core, his soul, his very life-essence that he had just regained only a few moments ago…
Legolas could feel the demon reached out to envelope his soul, to steal it…
"Legolas!"
The young child turned, looking at his father with eyes of pure innocence, "Yes, my father?"
"Have you not been told that it is dangerous to be on your balcony at night?" His father gently pulled him back inside, "You already know that it may be safe, but a good idea? No."
"I will stay inside," Legolas nodded and touched the window-gates that cut him off from the nighttime balcony as his father walked to the door. Thranduil turned from where he stood, an expression of sadness on his elven face.
"I wish that I could make this forest safer for you, son," He said quietly, slipping out through the door, leaving the young Legolas to his thoughts.
Legolas choked, his eyes straining to see any light besides the hellish red glaze that flashed before his eyes.
"Help! Someone help me!"
Legolas ran through the brambles, trying to find his friend. He was older now, at the appearance of a younger teenager, but his wisdom and maturity had grown much faster than a normal child's.
"Legolas!"
"Hold on, Amrin!" The elven prince broke through the midnight foliage, just trying to fight his way to his friend's side. They had been riding together, not watching the sun, when they found themselves deep in the darkness of the forest.
A devilish wolf was attacking his friend. Already elven and wolfish blood had been spilt by a blade no longer to be found.
"Get away from him!" Legolas dove at the wolf, tearing him away. He felt a claw slice his knee open, and the blood on the coat made it hard for the elf to keep a grip on his friend's attacker. But he pulled the knife from his belt and plunged it deep into the creature's throat.
Legolas fell back beside a superficially wounded, but scared, Amrin. He did not have enough time to escape the dying creature's jaws…
Suddenly…
White light erupted from his inner being, tearing itself from his heart. Streams of hot, bright light burst from his eyes, mouth, fingers, feet…
The demon's shriek of pure, unadulterated torture shattered his ears. Utter agony flooded his being, tearing his senses from his spirit, from his mind, leaving him to feel the rending of his soul…
Blackness…
I cannot move, but I see…
It…
It is I.
I am running, we are heading to find Merry and Pippin. The Rider, the courier from Théoden, lord of the Rohan should come to us soon…
No, he is not there…
There are strange prints. I cannot recognize them. Aragorn says something about going on…there is a white cloaked figure in the trees…I do not recognize him…
Legolas became aware of the sky above him. He was leaning against a tree, overlooking a beautiful view of trees and plains.
"Legolas."
It was Aragorn…
"I will take the next watch," He looked the same as he had when they were the Three Hunters.
"But—"
Aragorn raised his hand, "I will hear none of your talk. I know that elves need sleep, or at least a dream-trance. Sleep, my friend, and I shall stand guard for the night."
Legolas looked back and saw Gimli sleeping peacefully by a campfire.
"Back to the beginning."
"What?" Aragorn asked as the elf sat by the fire and settled back against a tree.
"Nothing."
Legolas stared deep into the fire, knowing that it was over. He would never become a Fade, and an ally of Sauron would never take his body.
And, knowing this, he slept.
The End…
Not so! I lie! Of course there's going to be more, IF I get enough reviews. ^_^
DISCLAIMER: LOTR characters belong to someone else, not me. This situation belongs to me though! ^_^
MoonFade, Part Two
By Lothlórien
Legolas dove under the attacking man's blade arm. One more second spent waiting would have cost him his life…
…Only if he was really alive.
The elf shoved his hand up, his palm smashing into the man's chin. His head snapped back and the all-concealing black cape fell away, the clasp broken. There was no time to wait. Another quick slash contacted solidly with the attacker's neck.
Legolas had hit him in the exact same place that he himself had been shot by Aragorn, his friend…
Pain shot through the elf's neck and head as they both collapsed backwards. It reminded him all too much of the agony he had felt during that fateful battle four years ago that had cost him his immortal soul.
"You stole my soul!" Legolas pulled out his long-knives, a holy anger rising up through his body, "I want to know why!"
A horribly familiar face stared back at him. A long black scar ran down the right side of his face, cutting through the now green and yellow eye. The right ear was mangled, giving the figure before him the ghastly appearance of one returned from the desecrated grave.
A black, claw-like hand clasped the bruised, fair skin of his neck. The creature that stood before him was a ruined form of life, evil and good, one former, the other now, both melded together in one malevolent being.
"Suildad, Legolas," The demonic creature grinned, showing sharpened, tearing teeth.
"Suildad, Legolas," Legolas returned.
"So you realize who I am," The demon replied.
"You are my body, stolen and resurrected for purposes I do not know," Legolas, the real elf, clasped his long-knives tightly, "You are an abomination!"
"Your friends in Mordor wanted you to join them so badly, young prince," The Demon-Legolas smiled even wider, "They searched for the place where your body was entombed, and killed the guard that stood there. Perhaps you knew him. Arandusin?"
"You bastard!" Legolas cried out in pain and emotional agony. His friend was dead…
"Ah, do not insult yourself so," The demon laughed gutturally, "You may be interested to know that this—" He held up his arm, where an ugly black scar ran around his wrist, "—is his hand."
Legolas could say nothing. His entire mind searched for a possible way to destroy this creature of Mordor and hell.
"But, do not even you have what you have become?"
Silence reigned.
There was no sound.
All of the blackish, dungy surroundings had frozen in time. Only the ragged breathing of an elf in pain broke the utter hopelessness.
Legolas knew what he was saying. He was ruined…
His body was a demonic visage that killed and enjoyed the bloodlust of it all. His own immortal soul had been taken and twisted into a deadly shade that killed at the slightest touch…
"I want to see what could have been if you had not intermingled Time!"
With this crescendo cry, Legolas dove forward and drove his long-knives deep into the hellish beast that had been his own body. He saw his own mutilated eyes widen in pain and surprise, and he watched his own body jerk away.
"My master, your master, has not yet finished with you, child of the Light," Demon-Legolas growled, his dagger ready.
"I serve no one, fool," Legolas snatched up his bow and aimed one of the few White Arrows of Lothlórien that he had left, "And I will not let you continue to disrupt Time in this way."
"You speak of Time as if she is a person," The demon sneered, "If she is, then I have torn her limb from limb, reveled in the drinking of her blood and the tasting of her flesh, and brought her to be one of my own!"
"NO!"
His arrow flew straight and true. It stuck solidly in the center of the forehead.
And what had been his own skull shattered like glass.
Legolas was thrown back as a malignant black form exploded from the wreckage of his former body. It formed itself into a black clod, evil green, yellow, red, and orange eyes, thousands of them, staring at him.
He cried out involuntarily as the cloud dove at him, its tendrils wrapping around him. His long-knives cut through, but the black, cloudy appendages just grew back.
"You have destroyed what I had claimed as my own!" The cloud's voice was deafening as it lifted Legolas into the air, "Now I will claim you!"
The elf prince struggled, his strength waning even as his blood dripped from his neck onto the creepers.
"You are one of my lord's!" The cloud thundered evilly, the laugh as toxic as the waters of Barad-Dûr, "Shade or Fade, makes no difference. You are a demon of your own making!"
With that, the cloud squeezed. Legolas struggled to breathe as the blackness contracted more…
Another vine of darkness jabbed him in the throat.
His mouth opened as he tried to cry out, but a sudden, explosive rush of demonic blackness thrust its way into his mouth, nose, and ears. It was thrusting its way into his body, ripping him apart from the inside.
He stiffened and screamed in his mind as the demonic spirit reached his core, his soul, his very life-essence that he had just regained only a few moments ago…
Legolas could feel the demon reached out to envelope his soul, to steal it…
"Legolas!"
The young child turned, looking at his father with eyes of pure innocence, "Yes, my father?"
"Have you not been told that it is dangerous to be on your balcony at night?" His father gently pulled him back inside, "You already know that it may be safe, but a good idea? No."
"I will stay inside," Legolas nodded and touched the window-gates that cut him off from the nighttime balcony as his father walked to the door. Thranduil turned from where he stood, an expression of sadness on his elven face.
"I wish that I could make this forest safer for you, son," He said quietly, slipping out through the door, leaving the young Legolas to his thoughts.
Legolas choked, his eyes straining to see any light besides the hellish red glaze that flashed before his eyes.
"Help! Someone help me!"
Legolas ran through the brambles, trying to find his friend. He was older now, at the appearance of a younger teenager, but his wisdom and maturity had grown much faster than a normal child's.
"Legolas!"
"Hold on, Amrin!" The elven prince broke through the midnight foliage, just trying to fight his way to his friend's side. They had been riding together, not watching the sun, when they found themselves deep in the darkness of the forest.
A devilish wolf was attacking his friend. Already elven and wolfish blood had been spilt by a blade no longer to be found.
"Get away from him!" Legolas dove at the wolf, tearing him away. He felt a claw slice his knee open, and the blood on the coat made it hard for the elf to keep a grip on his friend's attacker. But he pulled the knife from his belt and plunged it deep into the creature's throat.
Legolas fell back beside a superficially wounded, but scared, Amrin. He did not have enough time to escape the dying creature's jaws…
Suddenly…
White light erupted from his inner being, tearing itself from his heart. Streams of hot, bright light burst from his eyes, mouth, fingers, feet…
The demon's shriek of pure, unadulterated torture shattered his ears. Utter agony flooded his being, tearing his senses from his spirit, from his mind, leaving him to feel the rending of his soul…
Blackness…
I cannot move, but I see…
It…
It is I.
I am running, we are heading to find Merry and Pippin. The Rider, the courier from Théoden, lord of the Rohan should come to us soon…
No, he is not there…
There are strange prints. I cannot recognize them. Aragorn says something about going on…there is a white cloaked figure in the trees…I do not recognize him…
Legolas became aware of the sky above him. He was leaning against a tree, overlooking a beautiful view of trees and plains.
"Legolas."
It was Aragorn…
"I will take the next watch," He looked the same as he had when they were the Three Hunters.
"But—"
Aragorn raised his hand, "I will hear none of your talk. I know that elves need sleep, or at least a dream-trance. Sleep, my friend, and I shall stand guard for the night."
Legolas looked back and saw Gimli sleeping peacefully by a campfire.
"Back to the beginning."
"What?" Aragorn asked as the elf sat by the fire and settled back against a tree.
"Nothing."
Legolas stared deep into the fire, knowing that it was over. He would never become a Fade, and an ally of Sauron would never take his body.
And, knowing this, he slept.
The End…
Not so! I lie! Of course there's going to be more, IF I get enough reviews. ^_^