Here goes Legolas, goodness help him. Question to everyone who reads this.
Do you want Legolas to go over to Frodo's side, or stay as he is?
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The doors opened once more and the orcs came in, dragging one bound figure. The figure kept his head bowed, his long hair fell like a veil at the side of his face. His hair was matted with blood, and just this site made the dark lord frown with anger. They approached his throne and made Legolas kneel, though the elf struggled weakly in their grasp.
"What did I tell you about being careful with the prisoners!" the dark lord roared at the orcs.
The orcs cringed at his dark gaze, and Legolas raised his head at the familiar voice.
"Leave us, now!" the dark lord ordered.
The orcs released Legolas and bowed before hurrying out the door. The doors slammed shut behind them with a loud hollow sound, and then they were alone.
The dark lord sighed and stepped from his throne, seeming to become less intimidating when he stepped down to stand before Legolas, who was still upon his knees. Now Frodo had a good look at his friend. Legolas had suffered more at the hands of the orcs then Sam had. His lip was cut; a fine blood red wound was upon his neck, while still another adorned his right check. His eyes, which had been dulled with pain, sharpened in surprise.
"Frodo?" Legolas asked in a soft voice.
"Yes, its me," Frodo said, giving him a small smile, but it did not reach his eyes.
He helped him to his feet by letting him lean a hand on his shoulder. Legolas regained his feet quickly, but he was still weak and shaky. The orcs were especially hard upon him when they captured him, for what he was, for what he always would be.
"It seems they were more rough with you then I was told. I hope for their sakes that they did not hurt the others like they hurt you," Frodo said.
"How? What has happened?" Legolas asked, still shocked.
Deep inside he sensed Frodo's change. He sensed the lust for power, the anger, the guilt, but under it all, a maddening sense to save his world.
Frodo knew what he had sensed, and he would not play games with the elf. He looked squarely at the other.
"I may as well tell you the whole truth, or part of it for now anyways. When the Fellowship separated, Sam and I traveled to Mordor alone. We met up with Gollum and he led us to Mount Doom, or at least partially. We did arrive there, but Gollum betrayed us. In his madness to get the Ring, he sent himself and I over into Doom's fire pits. Poor Sam thought that I had perished, but it was just the opposite. I cannot tell you how I survived, at least not for the moment. But after that, I came before Saruman and Suaron. Suaron thought to bend me to his will, but I repelled and destroyed his will in the same blow. Saruman fell to my blade, and the Nazgul were at my bidding. I then found out by chance that you and the others were imprisoned here. But not before I found a most disturbing thing. It deals with the future of Middle Earth, Legolas, do you know anything of it?" Frodo asked.
Legolas looked down at him. Yes, he had sensed an ending to his world, and he, as most of his people, sorrowed that it was approaching quickly. That was why so many were leaving this world. But he would not tell Frodo that, because he felt that if he did, it would drive the madness in his friend to the front and turn him further against him.
"Never mind, I shall show you what is in store for Middle Earth if we let this continue. Come," Frodo said and walked over to a small stand in the middle of the throne room.
He climbed the small steps beside it and uncovered the object that was held within it. The sphere was revealed, as black as night, and from what could be sensed of it, a true holder of evil.
Legolas approached slowly from behind Frodo, his eyes widening slightly at the pure evil he sensed in it.
"This shall show you everything you wish. All you have to do is touch it and make your will known. Come and see what is to become of our world," Frodo beckoned.
Legolas looked silently at him, unsure of what to do. It was obvious that the sphere was evil and that Frodo was mad. But something urged him to move forward and see what had truly turned his friend mad, as it couldn't have been just the Ring.
He stepped forward and slowly placed a hand upon the surface of the sphere. Suddenly his senses were surrounded by feelings and emotions as his eyes saw what was to become of his world.
TBC
Thanks for the reviews! Sorry if I have any mistakes in this.
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The doors opened once more and the orcs came in, dragging one bound figure. The figure kept his head bowed, his long hair fell like a veil at the side of his face. His hair was matted with blood, and just this site made the dark lord frown with anger. They approached his throne and made Legolas kneel, though the elf struggled weakly in their grasp.
"What did I tell you about being careful with the prisoners!" the dark lord roared at the orcs.
The orcs cringed at his dark gaze, and Legolas raised his head at the familiar voice.
"Leave us, now!" the dark lord ordered.
The orcs released Legolas and bowed before hurrying out the door. The doors slammed shut behind them with a loud hollow sound, and then they were alone.
The dark lord sighed and stepped from his throne, seeming to become less intimidating when he stepped down to stand before Legolas, who was still upon his knees. Now Frodo had a good look at his friend. Legolas had suffered more at the hands of the orcs then Sam had. His lip was cut; a fine blood red wound was upon his neck, while still another adorned his right check. His eyes, which had been dulled with pain, sharpened in surprise.
"Frodo?" Legolas asked in a soft voice.
"Yes, its me," Frodo said, giving him a small smile, but it did not reach his eyes.
He helped him to his feet by letting him lean a hand on his shoulder. Legolas regained his feet quickly, but he was still weak and shaky. The orcs were especially hard upon him when they captured him, for what he was, for what he always would be.
"It seems they were more rough with you then I was told. I hope for their sakes that they did not hurt the others like they hurt you," Frodo said.
"How? What has happened?" Legolas asked, still shocked.
Deep inside he sensed Frodo's change. He sensed the lust for power, the anger, the guilt, but under it all, a maddening sense to save his world.
Frodo knew what he had sensed, and he would not play games with the elf. He looked squarely at the other.
"I may as well tell you the whole truth, or part of it for now anyways. When the Fellowship separated, Sam and I traveled to Mordor alone. We met up with Gollum and he led us to Mount Doom, or at least partially. We did arrive there, but Gollum betrayed us. In his madness to get the Ring, he sent himself and I over into Doom's fire pits. Poor Sam thought that I had perished, but it was just the opposite. I cannot tell you how I survived, at least not for the moment. But after that, I came before Saruman and Suaron. Suaron thought to bend me to his will, but I repelled and destroyed his will in the same blow. Saruman fell to my blade, and the Nazgul were at my bidding. I then found out by chance that you and the others were imprisoned here. But not before I found a most disturbing thing. It deals with the future of Middle Earth, Legolas, do you know anything of it?" Frodo asked.
Legolas looked down at him. Yes, he had sensed an ending to his world, and he, as most of his people, sorrowed that it was approaching quickly. That was why so many were leaving this world. But he would not tell Frodo that, because he felt that if he did, it would drive the madness in his friend to the front and turn him further against him.
"Never mind, I shall show you what is in store for Middle Earth if we let this continue. Come," Frodo said and walked over to a small stand in the middle of the throne room.
He climbed the small steps beside it and uncovered the object that was held within it. The sphere was revealed, as black as night, and from what could be sensed of it, a true holder of evil.
Legolas approached slowly from behind Frodo, his eyes widening slightly at the pure evil he sensed in it.
"This shall show you everything you wish. All you have to do is touch it and make your will known. Come and see what is to become of our world," Frodo beckoned.
Legolas looked silently at him, unsure of what to do. It was obvious that the sphere was evil and that Frodo was mad. But something urged him to move forward and see what had truly turned his friend mad, as it couldn't have been just the Ring.
He stepped forward and slowly placed a hand upon the surface of the sphere. Suddenly his senses were surrounded by feelings and emotions as his eyes saw what was to become of his world.
TBC