Author ~ Halo Son
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?!
Author's Note ~ Now did you really think I could end the story for good and leave you all hanging on that 'The end.or is it?' question, lol! No indeed tis not the overall end! Yep you hear right, it's time for the sequel, so enjoy! Also, the characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them!
Summary ~ The sequel to 'Falling Into Silence'. It is exactly a year since the fall of Neron and the supposed 'death' of Aragorn. However during that time, Legolas has never given up the possibility that Aragorn may still be alive and has endlessly searched for him, without success. Then one night in Rivendell, Elladan is wounded and almost killed and it looks as though it was intentional. When Legolas begins to investigate, he discovers, much to his horror, that the evil responsible is from the depths of Mordor itself and darkness has a new and deadly weapon in its clutches, a weapon that Legolas could never bring himself to destroy.
I wish to thank all my wonderful reviewers! *Tackle hugs them all* I'm soooooooooooo happy you like 'Falling Into Silence' and I hope the next two stories that follow are up to your expectations. Not only will they be longer, but much darker and more evil, but I'll try to balance them out with a few kawaii scenes too. Enjoy!
WARNING ~ This story contains acts of torture, violence and two accounts of implied rape. Nothing is handled in a graphic manner, however if you do not like these kinds of stories then please DO NOT read this fic.
The Lord Of The Rings
Darkness Haunting
Chapter 1-Ghost In The Dark
Aragorn panted hard, nearly collapsing to his knees but managing to stay on his feet. He wiped some of the sweat from his head then glanced over to Legolas. He let a small smile form on his lips when he saw the elf was not badly injured, at least not as bad as he was.
"Legolas, are you al."
It seemed to happen in slow motion.
A long fingered hand reached up from the edge of the cliff and wrapped itself around Aragorn's foot. The sudden grip and weight of the owner of the hand shocked the human as his head spun round. Then he felt a horrid force pull upon him, dragging him to the edge of the cliff and over.
He remembered stealing a look at the elf prince before going over; he could only imagine the frozen look of terror plastered upon his face that only Legolas saw. Then he remembered falling, endlessly, towards his death. The very last thing he remembered before darkness claimed him was the horrified scream of Legolas, crying his name.
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Legolas bolted upright in his bed; beads of sweat fell down his face.
A reoccurring nightmare that invaded his mind every night, but then the prince of Mirkwood didn't expect anything less.
It had been a year since he had seen Aragorn fall, but the bitter memory had never faded, never left the prince. To him, the horrid event had seemed like yesterday.
Breathing a heavy sigh, Legolas glanced out the window next to him and looked ever more into the starry sky.
Every spare moment the elf prince got he would spend it looking for Estel.
Legolas firmly wouldn't believe his human friend was dead and he made sure others knew exactly how he felt, particularly his father.
A small knock on the door alerted the prince and he watched the door open and little and Trelan's head poked round the frame. The elf smiled and entered the room, slowly and quietly closing the door behind him
"Trelan, what are you doing awake at this hour?" Legolas asked.
"I might ask the same from you my prince." Trelan replied with a smug grin.
Legolas rolled his eyes and shook his head and Trelan chuckled.
"But I don't need to ask because I already know. It has been the same reason every night since a year ago." Trelan continued. "However, I do not know what has kept me from sleep."
Legolas smiled and nodded a reply.
"Trelan, I am going to journey to Rivendell tomorrow."
Trelan nodded and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, "To look for Estel as well as meeting with Lord Elrond again."
Legolas gave his friend a quick glare to which Trelan raised his hands defensively; "You have done nothing but search for him. I have no doubt you will not stop searching for him until you have turned the whole of Middle Earth inside out."
"Trelan, Strider is alive." Legolas said in a low tone.
"I do not doubt that, I just think if he was anywhere close to the realms of Mirkwood or Rivendell or in-between, you would've found him by now."
Legolas sighed and glanced out the window.
"Perhaps. I have not the answers or words to explain my feelings or the questions that plague my mind."
Trelan kept quiet in thoughtful silence for a moment before saying, "Raniean and I will come with you."
Legolas turned to Trelan with a smile and the other elf rolled his eyes, fully expecting the prince's comeback.
"Thank you for the offer, but I shall go alone."
"Is any chance I can change your mind?"
"No, I do not believe so."
Trelan couldn't hold a small laugh and opened the door behind him once more.
"Very well my lord. Please be sure to get at least some sleep tonight and please do not get into any trouble while you are at Rivendell."
"Come on Trelan, you know me."
"Exactly, that is what worries me."
Trelan was out of the door faster than Legolas could aim his pillow at the elf's head.
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The black bow was slung upon the tall figure's back as was a quiver full of dark and evil looking arrows.
The orcs hissed and jeered around the small camp, looking straight through the only light in that part of the darkened forest and that came from a small fire.
Several of the foul creatures were packing a few things into a small pouch and then one handed it to the figure covered by the shadows of the night.
From the other side of the camp to which the outcast of the group stood a pair of malicious eyes watched with a hidden smirk upon his face.
With a small tug at the black cloak that hung around his body, the mortal being was ready to go on the quest he was being sent upon. His dark eyes burned with limitless energy just like the fire in front of him.
Emerging from the shadows on the other side of camp a single clawed and black hand that was the size of a human's was raised.
"Go. Go my slave. You know your mission. Do NOT fail me." The hand was lowered in a gesture of approval of the leave.
The being bowed a little with a hand resting on his chest. Once he arose back up, a small and sinister smirk spread across his lips.
"Yes my lord, I will not fail you."
In bolt of intense speed that could easily match an elf's, the figure darted of in a dead sprint into the dark forest.
The orcs watched in twisted fascination and one turned to the creature still hidden among the trees, "Do you believe he is ready master? Can we trust him?"
There was a long, evil chuckle before a the dark voice replied, "Oh yes my pets, I do believe he is ready. It was not easy to break him, but not impossible. I may have had to resort to a few extreme measures, but it has all been worth the effort. He has become a deadly weapon and he will fire the arrow of darkness through that of light. Come my minions, we shall await his return back home."
The orcs nodded in silence to their master and followed him into the darkening concealment of the trees.
One orc took one last glance at the direction the being had ran off towards before lumbering into the night.
The direction was that of Rivendell.
TBC.
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?!
Author's Note ~ Now did you really think I could end the story for good and leave you all hanging on that 'The end.or is it?' question, lol! No indeed tis not the overall end! Yep you hear right, it's time for the sequel, so enjoy! Also, the characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them!
Summary ~ The sequel to 'Falling Into Silence'. It is exactly a year since the fall of Neron and the supposed 'death' of Aragorn. However during that time, Legolas has never given up the possibility that Aragorn may still be alive and has endlessly searched for him, without success. Then one night in Rivendell, Elladan is wounded and almost killed and it looks as though it was intentional. When Legolas begins to investigate, he discovers, much to his horror, that the evil responsible is from the depths of Mordor itself and darkness has a new and deadly weapon in its clutches, a weapon that Legolas could never bring himself to destroy.
I wish to thank all my wonderful reviewers! *Tackle hugs them all* I'm soooooooooooo happy you like 'Falling Into Silence' and I hope the next two stories that follow are up to your expectations. Not only will they be longer, but much darker and more evil, but I'll try to balance them out with a few kawaii scenes too. Enjoy!
WARNING ~ This story contains acts of torture, violence and two accounts of implied rape. Nothing is handled in a graphic manner, however if you do not like these kinds of stories then please DO NOT read this fic.
The Lord Of The Rings
Darkness Haunting
Chapter 1-Ghost In The Dark
Aragorn panted hard, nearly collapsing to his knees but managing to stay on his feet. He wiped some of the sweat from his head then glanced over to Legolas. He let a small smile form on his lips when he saw the elf was not badly injured, at least not as bad as he was.
"Legolas, are you al."
It seemed to happen in slow motion.
A long fingered hand reached up from the edge of the cliff and wrapped itself around Aragorn's foot. The sudden grip and weight of the owner of the hand shocked the human as his head spun round. Then he felt a horrid force pull upon him, dragging him to the edge of the cliff and over.
He remembered stealing a look at the elf prince before going over; he could only imagine the frozen look of terror plastered upon his face that only Legolas saw. Then he remembered falling, endlessly, towards his death. The very last thing he remembered before darkness claimed him was the horrified scream of Legolas, crying his name.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas bolted upright in his bed; beads of sweat fell down his face.
A reoccurring nightmare that invaded his mind every night, but then the prince of Mirkwood didn't expect anything less.
It had been a year since he had seen Aragorn fall, but the bitter memory had never faded, never left the prince. To him, the horrid event had seemed like yesterday.
Breathing a heavy sigh, Legolas glanced out the window next to him and looked ever more into the starry sky.
Every spare moment the elf prince got he would spend it looking for Estel.
Legolas firmly wouldn't believe his human friend was dead and he made sure others knew exactly how he felt, particularly his father.
A small knock on the door alerted the prince and he watched the door open and little and Trelan's head poked round the frame. The elf smiled and entered the room, slowly and quietly closing the door behind him
"Trelan, what are you doing awake at this hour?" Legolas asked.
"I might ask the same from you my prince." Trelan replied with a smug grin.
Legolas rolled his eyes and shook his head and Trelan chuckled.
"But I don't need to ask because I already know. It has been the same reason every night since a year ago." Trelan continued. "However, I do not know what has kept me from sleep."
Legolas smiled and nodded a reply.
"Trelan, I am going to journey to Rivendell tomorrow."
Trelan nodded and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, "To look for Estel as well as meeting with Lord Elrond again."
Legolas gave his friend a quick glare to which Trelan raised his hands defensively; "You have done nothing but search for him. I have no doubt you will not stop searching for him until you have turned the whole of Middle Earth inside out."
"Trelan, Strider is alive." Legolas said in a low tone.
"I do not doubt that, I just think if he was anywhere close to the realms of Mirkwood or Rivendell or in-between, you would've found him by now."
Legolas sighed and glanced out the window.
"Perhaps. I have not the answers or words to explain my feelings or the questions that plague my mind."
Trelan kept quiet in thoughtful silence for a moment before saying, "Raniean and I will come with you."
Legolas turned to Trelan with a smile and the other elf rolled his eyes, fully expecting the prince's comeback.
"Thank you for the offer, but I shall go alone."
"Is any chance I can change your mind?"
"No, I do not believe so."
Trelan couldn't hold a small laugh and opened the door behind him once more.
"Very well my lord. Please be sure to get at least some sleep tonight and please do not get into any trouble while you are at Rivendell."
"Come on Trelan, you know me."
"Exactly, that is what worries me."
Trelan was out of the door faster than Legolas could aim his pillow at the elf's head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The black bow was slung upon the tall figure's back as was a quiver full of dark and evil looking arrows.
The orcs hissed and jeered around the small camp, looking straight through the only light in that part of the darkened forest and that came from a small fire.
Several of the foul creatures were packing a few things into a small pouch and then one handed it to the figure covered by the shadows of the night.
From the other side of the camp to which the outcast of the group stood a pair of malicious eyes watched with a hidden smirk upon his face.
With a small tug at the black cloak that hung around his body, the mortal being was ready to go on the quest he was being sent upon. His dark eyes burned with limitless energy just like the fire in front of him.
Emerging from the shadows on the other side of camp a single clawed and black hand that was the size of a human's was raised.
"Go. Go my slave. You know your mission. Do NOT fail me." The hand was lowered in a gesture of approval of the leave.
The being bowed a little with a hand resting on his chest. Once he arose back up, a small and sinister smirk spread across his lips.
"Yes my lord, I will not fail you."
In bolt of intense speed that could easily match an elf's, the figure darted of in a dead sprint into the dark forest.
The orcs watched in twisted fascination and one turned to the creature still hidden among the trees, "Do you believe he is ready master? Can we trust him?"
There was a long, evil chuckle before a the dark voice replied, "Oh yes my pets, I do believe he is ready. It was not easy to break him, but not impossible. I may have had to resort to a few extreme measures, but it has all been worth the effort. He has become a deadly weapon and he will fire the arrow of darkness through that of light. Come my minions, we shall await his return back home."
The orcs nodded in silence to their master and followed him into the darkening concealment of the trees.
One orc took one last glance at the direction the being had ran off towards before lumbering into the night.
The direction was that of Rivendell.
TBC.