Title: -THE DARK LORD
Author: - pipsqueak
Disclaimer: - None of the lord of the rings characters belong to me except Taket and others that I will write in when I finish the story. I am making no profit from this so don't sue me, as I have no money.
Summary: - After the ring is destroyed the fellowship returns via Mirkwood. There they learn that the life of a Prince is not as they imagined and a darkness rises that threatens them all.
Authors notes: - This is my first story. Any tips on how to improve would be much appreciated.
The orcs kept coming; wave after wave attacked the exhausted fellowship. Aragorn drew his sword through another orc before turning to attack another one moving in behind him. He briefly glanced around for the rest of the fellowship; the hobbits were huddled in a group taking on any orc that came near them together, Gimli was attacking with a mad fury slashing at anything that he saw, Gandalf was attacking with a combination of magic and his sword. Legolas had disappeared but occasionally he saw an orc fall with an arrow in its chest, which told him the elf, was still all right. Another orc broke his concentration and he returned to the fight. Sweat ran down his face, stinging his eyes. He was tiring and could imagine the rest of his friends were suffering too.
"Legolas!" Gimli cried in terror as he watched his elven friend fly through the air and slam into a tree. Aragorn watched in horror as his best friend crumpled to the ground. He felt a twinge of fear. An orc could not throw an elf like that so something else must be out there. Immediately the orcs began to retreat looking if possible afraid. The hobbits hurried over to Aragorn. He quickly looked them over. Pippin had a deep cut along his forehead and was looking dazed and unsteady. Sam had an arm wound but the other hobbits looked all right. Gimli had rushed over to his elf friend.
"Halt!" a voice boomed seemingly coming from every direction. It sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. Everyone migrated towards their fallen friend to regroup and put up a defence against whatever was out there. Legolas opened his eyes slowly watching as Aragorn searched him carefully for injuries.
"The elven prince returns." The voice said as a black-cloaked figure emerged from the trees. Legolas shoved Aragorn away and rose unsteadily to his feet.
+Taket+ Legolas snarled. He turned to face the others.
"Go. Now." Aragorn watched the elf closely surprised at his words. He saw fear in the dark brown eyes, which the elf was desperately trying to hide.
"Legolas?" Gimli questioned concerned as to the elf's behaviour.
+You have grown more pretty since I last saw you elfling. I hope you've improved in your fighting. Wouldn't want you to end up like your friend Liran+ Legolas growled and lunged at the figure.
"What's going on?" Gimli asked.
"We need to flee now!" Gandalf said urgently. He recognised the name Taket. A lord of Sauron who had overrun southern Mirkwood. The hobbits who needed very little encouragement began to run.
"Freeze." Immediately everyone froze, held in place by black magic. The figure turned his attention to the enraged elf. He waved his hand and flung him into another tree. Legolas struggled to his feet, blood running down his face.
"Still pathetic little one." He said smugly flinging the elf across the clearing. The rest of the fellowship watched in horror as again and again their friend was violently thrown. Aragorn mentally winced as he heard bones crack as his friend hit the ground.
"Come on elf even Liran fought better than you before he died." The figure taunted.
Legolas struggled to his feet clutching onto a tree for support. Blood trickled out of his mouth. Gandalf suddenly broke free of the black magic and brought his staff about preparing a spell to stop the dark lord. Before he could utter any commands Legolas changed. Both of his eyes became black. He stood up straight and wind that suddenly appeared out of nowhere whipped through his hair. He began to chant and glow white. Suddenly he through out his hand and the figure flew backwards. Legolas began walking towards him power flowing around him.
"Ahh so Liran left you a gift little one. That changes things then." The figure suddenly disappeared. Legolas froze, blinked and then collapsed.
Author: - pipsqueak
Disclaimer: - None of the lord of the rings characters belong to me except Taket and others that I will write in when I finish the story. I am making no profit from this so don't sue me, as I have no money.
Summary: - After the ring is destroyed the fellowship returns via Mirkwood. There they learn that the life of a Prince is not as they imagined and a darkness rises that threatens them all.
Authors notes: - This is my first story. Any tips on how to improve would be much appreciated.
The orcs kept coming; wave after wave attacked the exhausted fellowship. Aragorn drew his sword through another orc before turning to attack another one moving in behind him. He briefly glanced around for the rest of the fellowship; the hobbits were huddled in a group taking on any orc that came near them together, Gimli was attacking with a mad fury slashing at anything that he saw, Gandalf was attacking with a combination of magic and his sword. Legolas had disappeared but occasionally he saw an orc fall with an arrow in its chest, which told him the elf, was still all right. Another orc broke his concentration and he returned to the fight. Sweat ran down his face, stinging his eyes. He was tiring and could imagine the rest of his friends were suffering too.
"Legolas!" Gimli cried in terror as he watched his elven friend fly through the air and slam into a tree. Aragorn watched in horror as his best friend crumpled to the ground. He felt a twinge of fear. An orc could not throw an elf like that so something else must be out there. Immediately the orcs began to retreat looking if possible afraid. The hobbits hurried over to Aragorn. He quickly looked them over. Pippin had a deep cut along his forehead and was looking dazed and unsteady. Sam had an arm wound but the other hobbits looked all right. Gimli had rushed over to his elf friend.
"Halt!" a voice boomed seemingly coming from every direction. It sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. Everyone migrated towards their fallen friend to regroup and put up a defence against whatever was out there. Legolas opened his eyes slowly watching as Aragorn searched him carefully for injuries.
"The elven prince returns." The voice said as a black-cloaked figure emerged from the trees. Legolas shoved Aragorn away and rose unsteadily to his feet.
+Taket+ Legolas snarled. He turned to face the others.
"Go. Now." Aragorn watched the elf closely surprised at his words. He saw fear in the dark brown eyes, which the elf was desperately trying to hide.
"Legolas?" Gimli questioned concerned as to the elf's behaviour.
+You have grown more pretty since I last saw you elfling. I hope you've improved in your fighting. Wouldn't want you to end up like your friend Liran+ Legolas growled and lunged at the figure.
"What's going on?" Gimli asked.
"We need to flee now!" Gandalf said urgently. He recognised the name Taket. A lord of Sauron who had overrun southern Mirkwood. The hobbits who needed very little encouragement began to run.
"Freeze." Immediately everyone froze, held in place by black magic. The figure turned his attention to the enraged elf. He waved his hand and flung him into another tree. Legolas struggled to his feet, blood running down his face.
"Still pathetic little one." He said smugly flinging the elf across the clearing. The rest of the fellowship watched in horror as again and again their friend was violently thrown. Aragorn mentally winced as he heard bones crack as his friend hit the ground.
"Come on elf even Liran fought better than you before he died." The figure taunted.
Legolas struggled to his feet clutching onto a tree for support. Blood trickled out of his mouth. Gandalf suddenly broke free of the black magic and brought his staff about preparing a spell to stop the dark lord. Before he could utter any commands Legolas changed. Both of his eyes became black. He stood up straight and wind that suddenly appeared out of nowhere whipped through his hair. He began to chant and glow white. Suddenly he through out his hand and the figure flew backwards. Legolas began walking towards him power flowing around him.
"Ahh so Liran left you a gift little one. That changes things then." The figure suddenly disappeared. Legolas froze, blinked and then collapsed.