The Other

Ch 3-Perfect Light

Blood seeped through Legolas' shirt as the pain grew worse. He looked at it in surprise, knowing he had no open wound. Getting to his feet, he staggered over to the gate; the guard was, again, snoring loudly. Legolas looked around his cell and started to feel the walls, seeing how well his captors had sealed him in. But it was solid rock, Legolas felt very glad that he wasn't a dwarf. He went back over to the gate and shook it quietly, it was old and rusted and one of the hinges was likely to break off at any time. I must find Gimli, Legolas thought.

Hearing footsteps in the hall, Legolas sat back down, still holding tight to his side, the pain had gone and the bleeding had stopped, but his head ached badly.

The gate creaked open and a limp she-elf was thrown in. The guards laughed loudly as she struggled to get on all fours and threw up an immense amount of blood, her eyes now faded into a deep black. She threw herself up against the wall and, breathing heavily, wiped the blood from her mouth, glaring at the guards, who were laughing and mocking them.

Legolas stared at her, unable to remove his eyes from hers; the blackness in them was filled with a tragic amount of hatred. Her skin seemed to glow with a white light, as pure as anything Legolas had ever seen. She continued to stare at the guards, her gaze unbroken. They stopped laughing as they saw her eyes turn a misty shade of blue and they walked away quickly, muttering quietly to each other. They seemed to be afraid of her, like she had some sort of power over them. Legolas shook his head in confusion. He looked up again and saw her over at the gate, and jumped up in surprise.

She peered out into the hallway carefully and grabbed hold of the gate, shaking it violently, the look on her face seemed like one of a caged lion. With a determined push, she broke the gate free and looked at Legolas who was already following her out into the hallway and up a raggedy staircase.

They heard shouts behind them and increased their speed, going farther and farther up, they passed the last ounce of light and fell into complete darkness.

The two elves continued feeling their way along in the dark until the she-elf stopped and took out a small bag. She poured the contents of it into her hand and muttering some elven words, blew on the soft dusk. Light sprang up out of her hand and she quickly put her hand around it, as to trap it from escaping.  It was white light, shining brightly, and bouncing all around in her hand. Legolas knew about the silmarils, and other substances that shed light but never had he heard of or seen actual light being restricted in such a manner. He gazed at it as she held it up in her hand, entranced by its beauty.

They went on, hearing the loud footsteps of the guards bounding up after them, and their angry voices echoing through the caves. As the voices grew, they stopped in a little crevice in the rock, hiding the light and listening. One of them started yelling at the snoring guard and, when hearing his explanation of the elves escape was swiftly beheaded by a huge battle-axe.

"Kill the dwarf," one of the guards said, "And bring me his head."

Legolas flinched when he heard this and breathed heavily. The guards stopped talking and listened, obviously hearing Legolas' reaction.

After a couple of seconds, a guard whispered, "take care of the dwarf, and tell the master we have a couple runaway elves, they should make good prey."

They all headed back down the stairs and the elves stepped out.

"Come on," she said, looking at Legolas. But Legolas was looking back down the stairs and she understood.

"The dwarf," she said, and Legolas nodded.

"Very well, there is another area of cell blocks in the corridor opposite ours, I think he might be there," and with that they cautiously headed back down the stairs.

Legolas didn't know why but he felt strangely connected with this elf, maybe it was the fact that they were the last two elves left in middle earth, maybe not. But when he saw her eyes change color, he felt a change himself, there were mystical energies surrounding this elf, he could feel it, and maybe that's why the guards feared her so.

His thoughts were interrupted when a huge gust of wind swept passed them, ruffling horrible memories in Legolas' mind. But he soon forgot about himself when he looked at this she-elf, her eyes now a fiery red, a look of horror on her face. He stood there, unable to move, and then he heard it, it was a voice, a soft sweet voice, coming from all around them.

"Dear Daria, why do you plague me so?" the voice said, "Forget him Daria, forget him."

Legolas recognized the voice from somewhere, but he couldn't place it, he couldn't remember, but he feared it, and he knew he should.

The she-elf through her hands over her ears, squinting at the sound and muttering something under her breath.

A few seconds later, the voice stopped and she bolted down the cave, coming to a big wooden door, the two elves pushed against it and it finally flew open, leading to a small path that, they could see had natural light sprinkling in.

Legolas felt uneasy, like this was much too easy of an escape, then he thought of Gimli and sighed heavily.

Reading Legolas' mind Daria said, "Don't fear for the dwarf, he shall not be hurt."

Legolas looked at her in confusion, greatly tiring of her unlikely knowledge.

They ran towards the light and Legolas stopped abruptly when he saw what it lead to, he peered over the ledge and saw that they were on the east side of the mountain from the sun slowly rising.

A man approached them from behind, "Welcome," he said.

Number 4 is on its way!!

This story is actually bits of dreams that I've had all tied into one, scary huh?

I was actually going to be really mean to Legolas but, alas, I just cant bring myself to do it, such a perfect warrior should not be meddled with, at least not too much. *evil laugh*

But really you guys, it could happen, in the world of Legolas anything is possible (hmm, I'll have to think about that, world of Legolas, hmm…)

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