Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Two: Mind Invasion
If evil sees itself as good, and the good see themselves as good, who is to say which is good and which is evil? For both believe themselves good, so would it not be so that the evil could be the good, and the good the evil? Good and evil is but a question of morals. For, if pondered over a long period, many come to the conclusion there is no good or evil. It is but an illusion, for you are the evil to the evil…
"Father," Legolas sat by his father's side, becoming torn by the fact he wanted ever so to leave, but wanted to stay as well. He'd sent George Gamgee all about Middle Earth, a rare feat to achieve because George was the most hobbit-est of all hobbits (and hobbits have a certain foul distaste for traveling) trying to find Gimli, Son of Gloin of the Lonely Mountain. It was a debate of family versus his friend, that should have been family. Surely the swiftest of the elves could find him? "Father, I must leave you."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Thranduil."
Suddenly Thranduil lurched up, and grabbed his son's throat. And Legolas tried to pull away put his father's grasp was firm, and there was nothing in the eyes he looked into. "Do you run away Legolas Greenleaf?" his father hissed, but the voice was not of his father, it was of a woman. "Do you run away? Are you coward?"
"I'm no coward," he choked, with a snicker on his face. "You're the spineless one. You can simply not fight with your own body."
The laughter from his father's throat was not as it should have been. It was so feminine, cold, cruel, and yet, it had the slightest hint of being carefree, like an elven-maiden's. She was unworried, apparently. "Haven't you yet learned patience all your years? I certainly have, but you're not quite as old as I should like."
"Do you enjoy hearing yourself speak?"
Would you rather I speak in your mind Legolas? Shall I do that? Then you may only have to think, and should know of what you think. Is that not what you want? Because I can do it, a voice ricocheted through his head.
And why would my thoughts help you, woman? He thought venomously and reached out to touch her aura with a spark but she retreated quickly. Its much easier for me this way.
I should like toying with you. You're so fun! More of challenge than that fool Elrond or your father, quite dim in fact. Should I awaken him? So he may speak his own words as he strangles you to death? Forever more, I have control over his body. I've poisioned him.
You're in the castle, Legolas came to the realization in out-loud sort of way. Trying to barricade her from his thoughts, and certainly he had no idea if she could break the walls of his thoughts down, he pondered to himself. If she was in the castle and had poisoned the food it meant she was either elf, hobbit, or dwarf. She was too coy to be a dwarf, and as much as he loved the creatures, they were sneaky, but tact never happened to be a factor. Hobbits… now hobbits, just were not devious.
Like I have preceded your statement, you are much more fun than Elrond. He has not even gather this much information, even though I have told him the exact same educational tidbits. Why should you not overthrow him? After all, then you could rule over Middle Earth. Surely you can over throw the men… Your friend Gimli would happily assist you. Isn't what you seek? Power? And you could order your minions around forever. You wouldn't have to do a bit of work or stay around in Mirkwood. You'd be able to travel, and that is what you want to do, isn't Legolas?
He started to begin to think she was right—foreign thoughts were running through his head. It would be nice, wouldn't it? He wouldn't have to rule over the nothing-ness Mirkwood possessed, he'd have the entire world in his hand and he could travel about. Elrond, weakling that he was, did not stand a chance against, he, Legolas Greenleaf… no, this didn't seem right. WITCH! Do not intoxicate my mind with such thoughts…Suddenly he became quite aware of his physical form, and an elven-maid came in, and gave a loud scream. In fact, Legolas turned a radiant shade of sunset-violet, almost so purple he was blue.
Oh should I not? But they are your own thoughts Legolas. Don't you trust me?
"Never!" he hissed.
The elven-maid had run out of the room, screaming to anyone with in range, "The Prince! The Prince! The King holds him in a deadly grasp!" Once again, she returned trying to pry away the king's hand.
If you think it wise, Mr. Greenleaf, the voice said. You will find out what my magic is. But as I see it, you are too weak to invade my mind. Suddenly his father dropped him, falling back to the golden sheets of his bed. Legolas rubbed his neck, she had channeled her power into him that was clear. In previous years, he had been much stronger than his father physically and mentally. His father was murmuring a chant in a foreign tongue he did not understand, and this bothered him greatly. Elves take pride that they have knowledge to the highest extent, and he was sure it wasn't dwarfish, for it wasn't such a system of grunting as dwarfish did seem to be… it was queerly poetic.
What am I to call you? You are a queen? Or so you claim to be…Are you too pusillanimous to bestow a name upon on which I should call you. Or would you rather prefer the title Bitch? Being quite aware of the fact it rhymes with witch… he snickered.
She laughed, and he was quite frightened. It was a laughter he would not expect evil to have, odd as it may be, her laughter was child-like and cheerful. Genuine laughter, not the laughter Gollum had possessed or any other creature. Lórien I was thrown from their gates long ago, and I hold that grudge against elves. Ah…no, dear Legolas, I am not a dwarf. My mother forced me away, how cruel does that appear? She loved me naughtt and I may claim the title of a queen, especially from my eastern lands. Does that suit you as answer? Legolas smiled, so he had not heard
Nay, but it was far more than I expected from the likeliness of yourself .
Oh, you are not satisfied? The voice laughed. For now, you shall be permitted to call me the Black Queen, because you. Yes, you Legolas Greenleaf, shall meet your doom under my spell. Following such a statement, she followed it with vengeance rushing through the voice, that had seemed almost angelic at times. She hissed, similar to many a serpent he had met in his journeys, The doom you were supposed to meet under Saruman.
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A.N. Would anyone like another chapter? I need more reviews here. ^.^ No, I just want more reviews. Sheesh. Me, the egotistical bee-yotch. (My friends would agree) Anywho, you like the story line so far? Its "not etched in stone" as I read somewhere, so if you have an idea you think would be good in it… tell me! Or something you would like to see, otherwise, I got my own agenda and I tend to spoil some… moments that should be serious. ^.^ Just me. Just like I enjoy putting weird philosophy or something like that at the beginning of each chapter. ((Its what I think about in my free time… when not thinking about a- how hot Orlando Bloom is b- stories/fics c-how hot Orlando Bloom is d-how sexy Legolas is, and e-how hot Orlando Bloom is)) Anyway, just tell me if its good or if it sucks. Tanx!
Disclaimer I forgot it in the first chapter. I'll probably forget it again. So, for the whole dingbatted thing… I don't own Lord of the Rings. Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien Estate does. And if I was trying to steal Tolkien's work, I'd be an idiot, and compared to his genius self I am. So… I'm only trying to do a slight increment of justice to his story line. KK? (Plus, if you sue me, I ain't got nothing but 3 pennies)
E-Mail messy@usa.com (Hey, maybe I'll even get back to you!)
P.S. I forgot… if you have any sayings what-so-ever in Gaelic (any kind) /Norwegian/ Pinyin I really love it if you'd send it to me! Tell me what it is too, peaz, I only know a little bit of Gaelic, so… I just need phrases and what they mean. K? Danke schern. ^.^ I wuvs you! Oh no this isn't leading anywhere in the fic… Happy Writings! ^.^
By Nezumi
Chapter Two: Mind Invasion
If evil sees itself as good, and the good see themselves as good, who is to say which is good and which is evil? For both believe themselves good, so would it not be so that the evil could be the good, and the good the evil? Good and evil is but a question of morals. For, if pondered over a long period, many come to the conclusion there is no good or evil. It is but an illusion, for you are the evil to the evil…
"Father," Legolas sat by his father's side, becoming torn by the fact he wanted ever so to leave, but wanted to stay as well. He'd sent George Gamgee all about Middle Earth, a rare feat to achieve because George was the most hobbit-est of all hobbits (and hobbits have a certain foul distaste for traveling) trying to find Gimli, Son of Gloin of the Lonely Mountain. It was a debate of family versus his friend, that should have been family. Surely the swiftest of the elves could find him? "Father, I must leave you."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Thranduil."
Suddenly Thranduil lurched up, and grabbed his son's throat. And Legolas tried to pull away put his father's grasp was firm, and there was nothing in the eyes he looked into. "Do you run away Legolas Greenleaf?" his father hissed, but the voice was not of his father, it was of a woman. "Do you run away? Are you coward?"
"I'm no coward," he choked, with a snicker on his face. "You're the spineless one. You can simply not fight with your own body."
The laughter from his father's throat was not as it should have been. It was so feminine, cold, cruel, and yet, it had the slightest hint of being carefree, like an elven-maiden's. She was unworried, apparently. "Haven't you yet learned patience all your years? I certainly have, but you're not quite as old as I should like."
"Do you enjoy hearing yourself speak?"
Would you rather I speak in your mind Legolas? Shall I do that? Then you may only have to think, and should know of what you think. Is that not what you want? Because I can do it, a voice ricocheted through his head.
And why would my thoughts help you, woman? He thought venomously and reached out to touch her aura with a spark but she retreated quickly. Its much easier for me this way.
I should like toying with you. You're so fun! More of challenge than that fool Elrond or your father, quite dim in fact. Should I awaken him? So he may speak his own words as he strangles you to death? Forever more, I have control over his body. I've poisioned him.
You're in the castle, Legolas came to the realization in out-loud sort of way. Trying to barricade her from his thoughts, and certainly he had no idea if she could break the walls of his thoughts down, he pondered to himself. If she was in the castle and had poisoned the food it meant she was either elf, hobbit, or dwarf. She was too coy to be a dwarf, and as much as he loved the creatures, they were sneaky, but tact never happened to be a factor. Hobbits… now hobbits, just were not devious.
Like I have preceded your statement, you are much more fun than Elrond. He has not even gather this much information, even though I have told him the exact same educational tidbits. Why should you not overthrow him? After all, then you could rule over Middle Earth. Surely you can over throw the men… Your friend Gimli would happily assist you. Isn't what you seek? Power? And you could order your minions around forever. You wouldn't have to do a bit of work or stay around in Mirkwood. You'd be able to travel, and that is what you want to do, isn't Legolas?
He started to begin to think she was right—foreign thoughts were running through his head. It would be nice, wouldn't it? He wouldn't have to rule over the nothing-ness Mirkwood possessed, he'd have the entire world in his hand and he could travel about. Elrond, weakling that he was, did not stand a chance against, he, Legolas Greenleaf… no, this didn't seem right. WITCH! Do not intoxicate my mind with such thoughts…Suddenly he became quite aware of his physical form, and an elven-maid came in, and gave a loud scream. In fact, Legolas turned a radiant shade of sunset-violet, almost so purple he was blue.
Oh should I not? But they are your own thoughts Legolas. Don't you trust me?
"Never!" he hissed.
The elven-maid had run out of the room, screaming to anyone with in range, "The Prince! The Prince! The King holds him in a deadly grasp!" Once again, she returned trying to pry away the king's hand.
If you think it wise, Mr. Greenleaf, the voice said. You will find out what my magic is. But as I see it, you are too weak to invade my mind. Suddenly his father dropped him, falling back to the golden sheets of his bed. Legolas rubbed his neck, she had channeled her power into him that was clear. In previous years, he had been much stronger than his father physically and mentally. His father was murmuring a chant in a foreign tongue he did not understand, and this bothered him greatly. Elves take pride that they have knowledge to the highest extent, and he was sure it wasn't dwarfish, for it wasn't such a system of grunting as dwarfish did seem to be… it was queerly poetic.
What am I to call you? You are a queen? Or so you claim to be…Are you too pusillanimous to bestow a name upon on which I should call you. Or would you rather prefer the title Bitch? Being quite aware of the fact it rhymes with witch… he snickered.
She laughed, and he was quite frightened. It was a laughter he would not expect evil to have, odd as it may be, her laughter was child-like and cheerful. Genuine laughter, not the laughter Gollum had possessed or any other creature. Lórien I was thrown from their gates long ago, and I hold that grudge against elves. Ah…no, dear Legolas, I am not a dwarf. My mother forced me away, how cruel does that appear? She loved me naughtt and I may claim the title of a queen, especially from my eastern lands. Does that suit you as answer? Legolas smiled, so he had not heard
Nay, but it was far more than I expected from the likeliness of yourself .
Oh, you are not satisfied? The voice laughed. For now, you shall be permitted to call me the Black Queen, because you. Yes, you Legolas Greenleaf, shall meet your doom under my spell. Following such a statement, she followed it with vengeance rushing through the voice, that had seemed almost angelic at times. She hissed, similar to many a serpent he had met in his journeys, The doom you were supposed to meet under Saruman.
.-*-.
A.N. Would anyone like another chapter? I need more reviews here. ^.^ No, I just want more reviews. Sheesh. Me, the egotistical bee-yotch. (My friends would agree) Anywho, you like the story line so far? Its "not etched in stone" as I read somewhere, so if you have an idea you think would be good in it… tell me! Or something you would like to see, otherwise, I got my own agenda and I tend to spoil some… moments that should be serious. ^.^ Just me. Just like I enjoy putting weird philosophy or something like that at the beginning of each chapter. ((Its what I think about in my free time… when not thinking about a- how hot Orlando Bloom is b- stories/fics c-how hot Orlando Bloom is d-how sexy Legolas is, and e-how hot Orlando Bloom is)) Anyway, just tell me if its good or if it sucks. Tanx!
Disclaimer I forgot it in the first chapter. I'll probably forget it again. So, for the whole dingbatted thing… I don't own Lord of the Rings. Mr. J.R.R. Tolkien Estate does. And if I was trying to steal Tolkien's work, I'd be an idiot, and compared to his genius self I am. So… I'm only trying to do a slight increment of justice to his story line. KK? (Plus, if you sue me, I ain't got nothing but 3 pennies)
E-Mail messy@usa.com (Hey, maybe I'll even get back to you!)
P.S. I forgot… if you have any sayings what-so-ever in Gaelic (any kind) /Norwegian/ Pinyin I really love it if you'd send it to me! Tell me what it is too, peaz, I only know a little bit of Gaelic, so… I just need phrases and what they mean. K? Danke schern. ^.^ I wuvs you! Oh no this isn't leading anywhere in the fic… Happy Writings! ^.^