Fallacies of Vision
Book 1: Mesmerize Me
By: Furia
Chapter 2: Prince of Mirkwood
Cause I have found that
All that shimmers
In this world is sure to fade away
-Fuel, Shimmer
One of the last two elves left in Middle Earth woke up in a very familiar room, his neck strained from sleeping on a desk of books. The room he had been studying in started to make sense to his eyes, and he could now see what surrounded him.
Yes, this was no doubt very different from the halls of his father's palace. At the back of his mind he could still remember the palace of Thranduil, nestled in the borders of Eryn Lasgalen*. The grand halls and rooms were filled with some of the finest of treasures, and the season festivals were always something to look forward to. There was archery, and hunting, and all kinds of sport as well.
Legolas sighed.
It's halls were no longer his home.
The elf of about half a century old slowly got up the hard wooden stool, and found himself surrounded in the middle of shelves covering almost every inch of the four walls. Shelves of books, maps and scrolls, things that he had collected over the past centuries. Things that he had spent days after weeks almost losing himself in study.
Knowledge. He had been hiding behind that front for thousands of years now. He had learned languages new and old, studied maps and scrolls and old manuscripts. He had found that he had some of the power the istari possessed, and yes, he had learned the power to look into other's thoughts and control the elements with an exhausting amount of his strength. But, although he had learned a great deal more than he should have, he had always yearned for something else.
Something that had been lost to him millennia before.
The elf sighed again, stepping out of his room. Enough with the daydream. There were things to be done. And oddly enough…
Legolas stilled, listening hard.
Someone was looking for him…
Visions of a figure running through the fields, tired and torn flew past his vision. All the while another name repeated again and again and again…
~Avarion. Legolas. Avarion. Legolas.~
Sooner than a blink of an eye, Legolas found himself surrounded by the voice and the visions. A young girl crying and sobbing, calling for someone. The voice became clearer with each passing second, the voice became louder. Louder and Louder and Louder until suddenly…
Legolas' breathing came in quick gasps as the vision started to fade away, he leaned against the threshold as he caught his breath.
Then came a soft knock on the door.
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A/N:
*Eryn Lasgalen- The new name of Mirkwood given by Thranduil before he left for
Valinor.
