Author ~ Halo Son
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?!
Author's Note ~ Here's the second story in my first LOTR trilogy (and probably not my last *hint hint* ^_~ ). 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 a familiar darkness has a new and deadly weapon in its clutches, a weapon that Legolas could never bring himself to destroy.
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 5-A Friend Makes The Worst Enemy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One is dominant, one is submissive
One is strong, one is weak
One is good, one is bad
They fight, they clash
For the right to live and flourish
Once a victor rises
So many things can be done,
As the other can only watch
In a single second,
Enemies become friends
Or friends become enemies
Which one lives as a king within you?
This is the constant struggle
Between light and darkness
----Halo Son
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dark.
Why?
Why was it so dark? He could not understand it.
Even with his eyes open, all he saw around him was a void of black.
He had the sensation of floating within this prison of darkness. He did not understand how or why. He could move, but his feet never touched a solid surface; he just drifted along the invisible currents that would appear whenever he moved or disappeared whenever he became still.
Then, the silence began to break with the dull sound of voices.
He listened, trying to work out where they were coming from, though they seemed to come from all around him.
He began to recognise the voices.
"LORD ELROND!!! SOMEONE! SOMEONE HELP ME!"
'Legolas?'
"ESTEL!!!"
'Elrohir?'
"ESTEL! OH THE VALAR NO! ESTEL!!!"
'Elladan?'
All these voices were screaming his name in sheer terror, yet he could not see why.
It was confusing him and hurting his mind.
If he could hear them then why could he not see them? Why could he only see an ocean of demonic darkness? Where was the light? Where was the hope? Where was he?
'Oh Illuvitar the light…'
Then his eyes caught something.
He didn't know what it was, but something was moving towards him from the depths of the gloomy atmosphere.
How he could see his own hands let alone this…thing coming towards him when he was surrounded by black was a mystery to him.
But he had no time to ponder as the object coming towards him formed into the figure of a person. He strained his eyes to see who it was.
When he did recognise the figure, his mouth fell ajar.
The figure walked up to him and stood right opposite him.
It was him!
But it couldn't be! He was him, or was this figure really him? Or was this all not real? His head began to hurt even more.
His supposed mirror image fashioned a board smirk across his face and it made him shiver.
No…this couldn't be him! He didn't smirk like that! He didn't look evil like that! He wasn't evil full stop!
'Well, well, well, so this is the pathetic weakling that has been in control for all our life. Look at what he's come to; a coward, he is nothing!'
Aragorn was struggling to comprehend all this and his bewilderment and shock were overwhelming him.
'What…what are you talking about?'
'Only your not in control anymore!' He ignored the question. 'I am in control now! For the first time I have been allowed to reveal myself and I shall not let go of this living! I will not allow myself to be commanded by you anymore!'
This person was him…and yet it was not.
Aragorn could not understand any of this…and yet he could.
Just what was going on? Only they knew.
'No…no you cannot!' Aragorn spoke the words, yet had not thought of saying them; they just rolled off his tongue. 'I will not let you!'
'And you think you are able to stop me?' He replied darkly. 'You could not stop me when I almost killed your elven brother. You could not stop me when I almost killed your elven friend twice.' He then got a sinister glimmer in his eyes and he spoke the next words like stabbed his counterpart with a dagger of ice through his heart. 'You could not stop 'Him' from hurting you and setting me free!'
Aragorn's breath caught in his throat and he froze. His body began shaking as raw memories flooded his mind and pulsed inside his head. He grabbed the side of his head.
'No! No!'
'Oh yes, oh yes.' He spoke as the pernicious grin on his lips getting wider. 'You are no man, you are no elf, you are nothing and I am everything!'
'NO!'
'They never cared you know. The only reason they claim to love and care for you is because you are the Heir of Isildur. To them you are nothing more than a hindrance. They do not care for you! Why do you think they never came to save you from the master?'
'STOP! Stop your lies! It is not true!'
'Still, it matters not now. Our lord has crushed you. You now belong to the master.'
'NO! I BELONG TO NO ONE! NO ONE!' Aragorn fell to his knees.
'And you know what? This is all you're fault. Everything that has happened is because of you. Because you were not strong enough, because you still are not strong enough. You are weak, pathetic and you are a fool. You will never conquer over me again.' And as swiftly as he had come, he vanished.
Hot, bitter tears spilled down the human's face as his fingers clawed at his head, trying to get rid of the scorching pain that would not leave him. His entire body seemed to be on fire.
His screams of defiance and denial only echoed into the eerie silence of the dark.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hold him down!"
Legolas grimaced as he attempted to hold Aragorn's arms down against the bed, as Elrohir tried to keep a grip on the thrashing human's legs.
As the unexpected fit died down, Legolas glanced up at the elf lord with solicitous eyes, "What is happening to him?!"
"I know not." Elrond replied as he finished bandaging up the wound on Aragorn's chest. "But for now I have done what I can. Now we must wait." He then looked at the elf prince. "Now you shall tell me what happened while I deal with your own injury.
Legolas' eyes furrowed for a moment before a sharp pain reminded him of his arrow wound. The arrow was still embedded in his right shoulder; he had forgotten all about his own injury, as he was so desperate to save Aragorn.
"Yes my lord." Legolas said quietly as the lord of Rivendell left the room the get more healing herbs.
Elrohir walked silently and placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder. The elf prince almost jumped in surprise.
"Elrohir…"
The younger twin wore a concerned face as he stared into the prince's eyes. He could easily see Legolas was in a deep shock, the trauma of what had happened was all too much for him.
"Elrohir…I am so sorry." He whispered, choking on his voice as the rapid flow of tears returned. "You must believe me…I…I never meant to…I never meant to hurt Estel."
Elrohir shook his head in a gesture for the prince to speak no more. Instead the younger twin embraced Legolas, giving him a much-needed and comforting hug.
But fate was only just beginning her torment…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was near evening the following day.
Legolas was staring out the window of his room and sighing heavily. The shock of the past day's events had still not worn off on him.
For him, this was a worst case scenario.
What had happened to his dear human friend that he knew a year ago? Why, how and what had he become now? The answers to these questions he did not have and his soul was torn because of it.
"Legolas?"
The elf prince turned around and saw Elladan walking up to him. Legolas raised an eyebrow.
"Should you not be resting?"
"I have grown tired of it." Elladan replied, standing next to Legolas. "I am alright."
"But you are not fully healed."
"I am healed enough to be allowed to be up." Elladan's eyes twinkled with a hint of merriment. "Besides, father is sleeping and cannot tell me to stay in bed."
"Then…I shall for him."
Elrohir walked up to his twin brother and the elf prince, a small smile on his face.
Elladan rolled his eyes, "I need not for you to mother me as well Elrohir like Legolas just did."
Legolas gave Elladan a mock undignified look, "I did not mother you."
"You did so and do not deny it!"
Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir walked out the room, the older twin and the elf prince locked in a mirthful battle to defend themselves; Elrohir just rolled his eyes.
Then they heard a loud bang of a door being slammed. Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir looked up and stared eye to eye with a fully awakened and armed with a bow and his old quiver.
The second after he saw his elven brothers and elven friend, his hand fled behind him into the quiver.
"GET DOWN!" Legolas practically screamed, pushing Elladan who fell on Elrohir.
Not a moment too soon, for as the three elves fell to the floor an arrow whizzed past their heads and struck the wall.
Legolas looked up to see the human running away from them down the hall.
"How in the valar did Estel get his bow and arrows back?!" Elladan asked as he got to his feet, anxiousness flowing coarsely through his body. "We took them away when you arrived with him!"
Legolas swallowed hard.
"His original quiver was still in the room when we took him in there and I left my bow there too while Lord Elrond sought to my wound."
"Why…does he want to…to…" Elrohir stuttered, choked up with fear and confusion.
"He's not trying to hurt us now." Legolas said. "He's trying to get out!"
The three elves tore down the halls after the young human, determined not to lose him again.
Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir sped outside and gazed around trying to find the direction the young man went in.
"Where…where is he?" Elrohir asked with apprehension tinted in his voice.
The three elves split up to look for Aragorn and they quickly went separate ways…however that's where they went wrong.
Watching the elves from above, hidden in on a large branch of a tree, was Aragorn.
He mentally cursed himself for hiding in the tree and not just leaving as he was going to.
Leaping and landing silently on the ground, the man turned and walked back inside.
For a few minutes he walked down the halls of Imladris until he came upon Lord Elrond's room.
Slowly he pushed the door open and peered inside. The elf lord was asleep on his bed; unaware of the intruder or the terrible danger he was now in.
Aragorn walked round so he stood opposite the bed, staring right at the unconscious Elrond.
Then slowly he drew an arrow, the last one in the quiver, the Mirkwood arrow that used to belong to Legolas.
He notched it to Legolas' bow and took aim for Elrond's head.
How ironic it would be, he thought, that the elf lord would die by his hand but not by his weapons.
In a split second the arrow had left the bow.
TBC…
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?!
Author's Note ~ Here's the second story in my first LOTR trilogy (and probably not my last *hint hint* ^_~ ). 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 a familiar darkness has a new and deadly weapon in its clutches, a weapon that Legolas could never bring himself to destroy.
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 5-A Friend Makes The Worst Enemy
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One is dominant, one is submissive
One is strong, one is weak
One is good, one is bad
They fight, they clash
For the right to live and flourish
Once a victor rises
So many things can be done,
As the other can only watch
In a single second,
Enemies become friends
Or friends become enemies
Which one lives as a king within you?
This is the constant struggle
Between light and darkness
----Halo Son
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dark.
Why?
Why was it so dark? He could not understand it.
Even with his eyes open, all he saw around him was a void of black.
He had the sensation of floating within this prison of darkness. He did not understand how or why. He could move, but his feet never touched a solid surface; he just drifted along the invisible currents that would appear whenever he moved or disappeared whenever he became still.
Then, the silence began to break with the dull sound of voices.
He listened, trying to work out where they were coming from, though they seemed to come from all around him.
He began to recognise the voices.
"LORD ELROND!!! SOMEONE! SOMEONE HELP ME!"
'Legolas?'
"ESTEL!!!"
'Elrohir?'
"ESTEL! OH THE VALAR NO! ESTEL!!!"
'Elladan?'
All these voices were screaming his name in sheer terror, yet he could not see why.
It was confusing him and hurting his mind.
If he could hear them then why could he not see them? Why could he only see an ocean of demonic darkness? Where was the light? Where was the hope? Where was he?
'Oh Illuvitar the light…'
Then his eyes caught something.
He didn't know what it was, but something was moving towards him from the depths of the gloomy atmosphere.
How he could see his own hands let alone this…thing coming towards him when he was surrounded by black was a mystery to him.
But he had no time to ponder as the object coming towards him formed into the figure of a person. He strained his eyes to see who it was.
When he did recognise the figure, his mouth fell ajar.
The figure walked up to him and stood right opposite him.
It was him!
But it couldn't be! He was him, or was this figure really him? Or was this all not real? His head began to hurt even more.
His supposed mirror image fashioned a board smirk across his face and it made him shiver.
No…this couldn't be him! He didn't smirk like that! He didn't look evil like that! He wasn't evil full stop!
'Well, well, well, so this is the pathetic weakling that has been in control for all our life. Look at what he's come to; a coward, he is nothing!'
Aragorn was struggling to comprehend all this and his bewilderment and shock were overwhelming him.
'What…what are you talking about?'
'Only your not in control anymore!' He ignored the question. 'I am in control now! For the first time I have been allowed to reveal myself and I shall not let go of this living! I will not allow myself to be commanded by you anymore!'
This person was him…and yet it was not.
Aragorn could not understand any of this…and yet he could.
Just what was going on? Only they knew.
'No…no you cannot!' Aragorn spoke the words, yet had not thought of saying them; they just rolled off his tongue. 'I will not let you!'
'And you think you are able to stop me?' He replied darkly. 'You could not stop me when I almost killed your elven brother. You could not stop me when I almost killed your elven friend twice.' He then got a sinister glimmer in his eyes and he spoke the next words like stabbed his counterpart with a dagger of ice through his heart. 'You could not stop 'Him' from hurting you and setting me free!'
Aragorn's breath caught in his throat and he froze. His body began shaking as raw memories flooded his mind and pulsed inside his head. He grabbed the side of his head.
'No! No!'
'Oh yes, oh yes.' He spoke as the pernicious grin on his lips getting wider. 'You are no man, you are no elf, you are nothing and I am everything!'
'NO!'
'They never cared you know. The only reason they claim to love and care for you is because you are the Heir of Isildur. To them you are nothing more than a hindrance. They do not care for you! Why do you think they never came to save you from the master?'
'STOP! Stop your lies! It is not true!'
'Still, it matters not now. Our lord has crushed you. You now belong to the master.'
'NO! I BELONG TO NO ONE! NO ONE!' Aragorn fell to his knees.
'And you know what? This is all you're fault. Everything that has happened is because of you. Because you were not strong enough, because you still are not strong enough. You are weak, pathetic and you are a fool. You will never conquer over me again.' And as swiftly as he had come, he vanished.
Hot, bitter tears spilled down the human's face as his fingers clawed at his head, trying to get rid of the scorching pain that would not leave him. His entire body seemed to be on fire.
His screams of defiance and denial only echoed into the eerie silence of the dark.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hold him down!"
Legolas grimaced as he attempted to hold Aragorn's arms down against the bed, as Elrohir tried to keep a grip on the thrashing human's legs.
As the unexpected fit died down, Legolas glanced up at the elf lord with solicitous eyes, "What is happening to him?!"
"I know not." Elrond replied as he finished bandaging up the wound on Aragorn's chest. "But for now I have done what I can. Now we must wait." He then looked at the elf prince. "Now you shall tell me what happened while I deal with your own injury.
Legolas' eyes furrowed for a moment before a sharp pain reminded him of his arrow wound. The arrow was still embedded in his right shoulder; he had forgotten all about his own injury, as he was so desperate to save Aragorn.
"Yes my lord." Legolas said quietly as the lord of Rivendell left the room the get more healing herbs.
Elrohir walked silently and placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder. The elf prince almost jumped in surprise.
"Elrohir…"
The younger twin wore a concerned face as he stared into the prince's eyes. He could easily see Legolas was in a deep shock, the trauma of what had happened was all too much for him.
"Elrohir…I am so sorry." He whispered, choking on his voice as the rapid flow of tears returned. "You must believe me…I…I never meant to…I never meant to hurt Estel."
Elrohir shook his head in a gesture for the prince to speak no more. Instead the younger twin embraced Legolas, giving him a much-needed and comforting hug.
But fate was only just beginning her torment…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was near evening the following day.
Legolas was staring out the window of his room and sighing heavily. The shock of the past day's events had still not worn off on him.
For him, this was a worst case scenario.
What had happened to his dear human friend that he knew a year ago? Why, how and what had he become now? The answers to these questions he did not have and his soul was torn because of it.
"Legolas?"
The elf prince turned around and saw Elladan walking up to him. Legolas raised an eyebrow.
"Should you not be resting?"
"I have grown tired of it." Elladan replied, standing next to Legolas. "I am alright."
"But you are not fully healed."
"I am healed enough to be allowed to be up." Elladan's eyes twinkled with a hint of merriment. "Besides, father is sleeping and cannot tell me to stay in bed."
"Then…I shall for him."
Elrohir walked up to his twin brother and the elf prince, a small smile on his face.
Elladan rolled his eyes, "I need not for you to mother me as well Elrohir like Legolas just did."
Legolas gave Elladan a mock undignified look, "I did not mother you."
"You did so and do not deny it!"
Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir walked out the room, the older twin and the elf prince locked in a mirthful battle to defend themselves; Elrohir just rolled his eyes.
Then they heard a loud bang of a door being slammed. Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir looked up and stared eye to eye with a fully awakened and armed with a bow and his old quiver.
The second after he saw his elven brothers and elven friend, his hand fled behind him into the quiver.
"GET DOWN!" Legolas practically screamed, pushing Elladan who fell on Elrohir.
Not a moment too soon, for as the three elves fell to the floor an arrow whizzed past their heads and struck the wall.
Legolas looked up to see the human running away from them down the hall.
"How in the valar did Estel get his bow and arrows back?!" Elladan asked as he got to his feet, anxiousness flowing coarsely through his body. "We took them away when you arrived with him!"
Legolas swallowed hard.
"His original quiver was still in the room when we took him in there and I left my bow there too while Lord Elrond sought to my wound."
"Why…does he want to…to…" Elrohir stuttered, choked up with fear and confusion.
"He's not trying to hurt us now." Legolas said. "He's trying to get out!"
The three elves tore down the halls after the young human, determined not to lose him again.
Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir sped outside and gazed around trying to find the direction the young man went in.
"Where…where is he?" Elrohir asked with apprehension tinted in his voice.
The three elves split up to look for Aragorn and they quickly went separate ways…however that's where they went wrong.
Watching the elves from above, hidden in on a large branch of a tree, was Aragorn.
He mentally cursed himself for hiding in the tree and not just leaving as he was going to.
Leaping and landing silently on the ground, the man turned and walked back inside.
For a few minutes he walked down the halls of Imladris until he came upon Lord Elrond's room.
Slowly he pushed the door open and peered inside. The elf lord was asleep on his bed; unaware of the intruder or the terrible danger he was now in.
Aragorn walked round so he stood opposite the bed, staring right at the unconscious Elrond.
Then slowly he drew an arrow, the last one in the quiver, the Mirkwood arrow that used to belong to Legolas.
He notched it to Legolas' bow and took aim for Elrond's head.
How ironic it would be, he thought, that the elf lord would die by his hand but not by his weapons.
In a split second the arrow had left the bow.
TBC…