Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter One: Elrond, the Messenger
We have heard of high-elves, Rivendell has its elves and so does Mirkwood. However, some elves don't come from anywhere in the mapable portions of Middle Earth, they come from the North, the South, or maybe even the Forbidden East. No one knows why it is forbidden only that it is. And where we travel begins far East of the Iron Hills, and farther East than the Sea of Rhûn. In fact, it was farther than East itself…
"Mr. Greenleaf! Mr. Greenleaf!" a small hobbit was running through the place yelling like a banshee straight out of hell. "MR. GREENLEAF!!!!"
"What do you want George?" an elf sighed. He didn't look like the lord of Mirkwood in the least bit, at least to her. He was a tad on the scrawny side, a bit too blonde, and didn't have nearly has much as enthusiasm as she would have surely hoped. After all, had he not journeyed on the conquest in the destruction of the ring? "Are the Northerners attacking again?"
"No, no, no, Mr. Greenleaf!" George the very cowardly hobbit cried, so very different from his father. George Gamgee was the youngest, and far the most timid of the eleven of Sam Gamgee, Sr.'s children. "Its Mr. Elrond, from Rivendell! He's come! Well, he's coming… but at any rate, he's only but a mile from here…"
Legolas instantly awoke from his slumber, "What tidings does he bring?"
"He refused to tell anyone of the riders…"
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Elrond came in a grand entrance as he always made habit of doing and approached the newly crowned Legolas. "We must talk," he said, not even bothering with the elf's father. He was sick, with some disease which he had just discovered a cure for and it wasn't going to be well-received. No, not at all. "Of course father's illness, I have found the source and I believe I have the cure…"
"Then what is with all your secrecy? George Gamgee is the most trustworthy man who has ever crossed Mirkwood!" Legolas told him, his eyes were darkening. Elrond gulped. The situation had become worse than he had feared. This perpetrator had taken control of this elf too. "Eb ti etom os. Erom reverof enog eb soahc!" the elder elf muttered under his breath, and the clouded eyes that had preceded him became clear again. Then bright.
"DAMN YOU!" someone yelled. "Damn you Elrond. Oh, so you want to protect him. So…which matters to thee more the son or the father?"
"Witch," Elrond hissed.
"Oh, you're the bright one aren't you Elrond? Such a chauvinistic thing too… Only allowing thy sons to go out upon the journeys across the land. Have you not asked your daughter what she would like?" the laughter rang clear in his mind and pierced all of Middle Earth. "So weak a contradiction to my spell and hold over him too… yet, you must be happy, because I hate his mind. Oh, how I hate his mind." The thing redirected its attention to the other elf, "Did you hear that Sir Legolas Greenleaf? I HATE YOUR MIND!"
"Come, we must go where there is no one to hear us. Including that witch," Elrond said and lead him into the sorcerer's tower and up the staircase. In a rush, the younger elf felt ill at ease. Elrond had always been in comparison to other leaders and he seemed quite frightened, which whenever encountering some scared leader of sorts, it always best to use caution. "Your father is under the influence of another. He is controlled and his health contorted by her."
"Then what is the reversal for this thing she has inflicted upon him?" Legolas inquired readily. There was laughter and then Elrond hung his head. "There isn't one? Everything has reversal and opposite, why not this? An anti-thesis?"
"Not now," Elrond said. "There is nothing we could do for him now, without dipping into the pool of dark arts. She has chosen to cut his life by many years. He will die shortly."
"What do you mean?"
"She has chosen to kill him instead of you."
"But… but… I don't want to rule Mirkwood! Never! And who's this she you're speaking of? What's her name?" Legolas was eager for answers to such a question, for it hadn't been in the year's plan to start his rule as Lord of Mirkwood.
Elrond sighed, "I do not know her name. Gandalf the Grey has returned, he is following shortly, and he does not know her name. He says he cannot defeat her."
"Have Frodo and Bilbo returned as well?"
"No. Only Gandalf," Elrond gulped. "And I fear she will take my mind as well. I fear she will take the minds of the Elf-Lords in Middle-Earth. Her name, though un-known, does not proceed the prophecy of her. It was made no mention in the ancient scrolls when she should come, but is proclaimed to be the Witch Queen."
Legolas stared at him. "A witch queen? From where? What is her kind?"
"She is," Elrond gulped. "A horrid excuse for an elf. Of Eastern origin. East of Rhûn somewhere. That is all I know."
Legolas scowled. "That is all you came here to tell me? Or my father? Which ever the original case may have been?"
"Yes," replied Elrond. "It is with peeping ears about and a witch, who knows what could happen with a messenger? I thought it best to bring the news myself."
The younger elf of bright blue eyes and blindingly blonde hair, folded his arms in rebellion, "I will not take the throne."
"Oh, whether you like it or not," Elrond told him. "You are bound by duty and your conscience will not allow you to give up the throne. Do you not understand? From the moment you were born your position was decreed among all beings and souls. IN fact, you're a child only in legends—even more proof that you will, as destiny proclaims, become the King of Mirkwood. You will watch over Mirkwood."
"It's a responsibility I did not ask for."
"Not only is it a responsibility, it as a right. An honor. Nor all your responsibilities in our lives of eternity will be asked for. Sleep in the trees now, if you like, but it won't always be such blissful days for you."
Legolas' eyes flared. As much honor as his society had been able to stuff into an elf, he had received, but, in contrast, he wanted to roam free for all of eternity. "You speak like you'd know, Elrond." There was only a bird chirping in reply. "If you have no more information of this creature, I bid you fair travel back to Rivendell and with such creatures about, I would offer you escorts."
The elder elf only shrugged and signaled his own escorts to the open road. He would not stay a night over even if it was asked of him, he had come to warn the Prince of Mirkwood of his father's impending death, nothing more. But if the prince would not have it, then he would not have it. "Remember my warning. The witch will entangle you in her trap, as she did to Gimli, Son of Gloin." Then, Elrond of the Great of Rivendell gestured to the other horsemen, and they were off.
The evil smiled.
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A.N. You like? Yeah? Oh good. Please review! I love reviews and without having 5 no more story! And if you're an author on FF.net I go and read your 'fics. So review? Yes? Danke. On a more plot-related note: I don't think this would be considered a Mary-Sue, because the new girl is not the good that is more powerful than the canon goodies (and they are goodies), she's a new baddie! Correct me if I'm wrong! ^.^ Happy writings!
By Nezumi
Chapter One: Elrond, the Messenger
We have heard of high-elves, Rivendell has its elves and so does Mirkwood. However, some elves don't come from anywhere in the mapable portions of Middle Earth, they come from the North, the South, or maybe even the Forbidden East. No one knows why it is forbidden only that it is. And where we travel begins far East of the Iron Hills, and farther East than the Sea of Rhûn. In fact, it was farther than East itself…
"Mr. Greenleaf! Mr. Greenleaf!" a small hobbit was running through the place yelling like a banshee straight out of hell. "MR. GREENLEAF!!!!"
"What do you want George?" an elf sighed. He didn't look like the lord of Mirkwood in the least bit, at least to her. He was a tad on the scrawny side, a bit too blonde, and didn't have nearly has much as enthusiasm as she would have surely hoped. After all, had he not journeyed on the conquest in the destruction of the ring? "Are the Northerners attacking again?"
"No, no, no, Mr. Greenleaf!" George the very cowardly hobbit cried, so very different from his father. George Gamgee was the youngest, and far the most timid of the eleven of Sam Gamgee, Sr.'s children. "Its Mr. Elrond, from Rivendell! He's come! Well, he's coming… but at any rate, he's only but a mile from here…"
Legolas instantly awoke from his slumber, "What tidings does he bring?"
"He refused to tell anyone of the riders…"
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Elrond came in a grand entrance as he always made habit of doing and approached the newly crowned Legolas. "We must talk," he said, not even bothering with the elf's father. He was sick, with some disease which he had just discovered a cure for and it wasn't going to be well-received. No, not at all. "Of course father's illness, I have found the source and I believe I have the cure…"
"Then what is with all your secrecy? George Gamgee is the most trustworthy man who has ever crossed Mirkwood!" Legolas told him, his eyes were darkening. Elrond gulped. The situation had become worse than he had feared. This perpetrator had taken control of this elf too. "Eb ti etom os. Erom reverof enog eb soahc!" the elder elf muttered under his breath, and the clouded eyes that had preceded him became clear again. Then bright.
"DAMN YOU!" someone yelled. "Damn you Elrond. Oh, so you want to protect him. So…which matters to thee more the son or the father?"
"Witch," Elrond hissed.
"Oh, you're the bright one aren't you Elrond? Such a chauvinistic thing too… Only allowing thy sons to go out upon the journeys across the land. Have you not asked your daughter what she would like?" the laughter rang clear in his mind and pierced all of Middle Earth. "So weak a contradiction to my spell and hold over him too… yet, you must be happy, because I hate his mind. Oh, how I hate his mind." The thing redirected its attention to the other elf, "Did you hear that Sir Legolas Greenleaf? I HATE YOUR MIND!"
"Come, we must go where there is no one to hear us. Including that witch," Elrond said and lead him into the sorcerer's tower and up the staircase. In a rush, the younger elf felt ill at ease. Elrond had always been in comparison to other leaders and he seemed quite frightened, which whenever encountering some scared leader of sorts, it always best to use caution. "Your father is under the influence of another. He is controlled and his health contorted by her."
"Then what is the reversal for this thing she has inflicted upon him?" Legolas inquired readily. There was laughter and then Elrond hung his head. "There isn't one? Everything has reversal and opposite, why not this? An anti-thesis?"
"Not now," Elrond said. "There is nothing we could do for him now, without dipping into the pool of dark arts. She has chosen to cut his life by many years. He will die shortly."
"What do you mean?"
"She has chosen to kill him instead of you."
"But… but… I don't want to rule Mirkwood! Never! And who's this she you're speaking of? What's her name?" Legolas was eager for answers to such a question, for it hadn't been in the year's plan to start his rule as Lord of Mirkwood.
Elrond sighed, "I do not know her name. Gandalf the Grey has returned, he is following shortly, and he does not know her name. He says he cannot defeat her."
"Have Frodo and Bilbo returned as well?"
"No. Only Gandalf," Elrond gulped. "And I fear she will take my mind as well. I fear she will take the minds of the Elf-Lords in Middle-Earth. Her name, though un-known, does not proceed the prophecy of her. It was made no mention in the ancient scrolls when she should come, but is proclaimed to be the Witch Queen."
Legolas stared at him. "A witch queen? From where? What is her kind?"
"She is," Elrond gulped. "A horrid excuse for an elf. Of Eastern origin. East of Rhûn somewhere. That is all I know."
Legolas scowled. "That is all you came here to tell me? Or my father? Which ever the original case may have been?"
"Yes," replied Elrond. "It is with peeping ears about and a witch, who knows what could happen with a messenger? I thought it best to bring the news myself."
The younger elf of bright blue eyes and blindingly blonde hair, folded his arms in rebellion, "I will not take the throne."
"Oh, whether you like it or not," Elrond told him. "You are bound by duty and your conscience will not allow you to give up the throne. Do you not understand? From the moment you were born your position was decreed among all beings and souls. IN fact, you're a child only in legends—even more proof that you will, as destiny proclaims, become the King of Mirkwood. You will watch over Mirkwood."
"It's a responsibility I did not ask for."
"Not only is it a responsibility, it as a right. An honor. Nor all your responsibilities in our lives of eternity will be asked for. Sleep in the trees now, if you like, but it won't always be such blissful days for you."
Legolas' eyes flared. As much honor as his society had been able to stuff into an elf, he had received, but, in contrast, he wanted to roam free for all of eternity. "You speak like you'd know, Elrond." There was only a bird chirping in reply. "If you have no more information of this creature, I bid you fair travel back to Rivendell and with such creatures about, I would offer you escorts."
The elder elf only shrugged and signaled his own escorts to the open road. He would not stay a night over even if it was asked of him, he had come to warn the Prince of Mirkwood of his father's impending death, nothing more. But if the prince would not have it, then he would not have it. "Remember my warning. The witch will entangle you in her trap, as she did to Gimli, Son of Gloin." Then, Elrond of the Great of Rivendell gestured to the other horsemen, and they were off.
The evil smiled.
.-*-.
A.N. You like? Yeah? Oh good. Please review! I love reviews and without having 5 no more story! And if you're an author on FF.net I go and read your 'fics. So review? Yes? Danke. On a more plot-related note: I don't think this would be considered a Mary-Sue, because the new girl is not the good that is more powerful than the canon goodies (and they are goodies), she's a new baddie! Correct me if I'm wrong! ^.^ Happy writings!