Disclaimer: Argh, it's a pain to write this out every time but I
guess I have to because some picky person might give me an author
alert...well, we all know who I DON'T own, such as Legolas (sniff sniff).
Unknown characters are all mine, though and the ones you guys knew before
reading this fic is all J.R.R. Tolkien's.
Author's Notes: Haha, Naheka and Joe the Nazgul, your reviews are so cute and they help a lot! I did think about making Legolas' speech more formal but.... *reflects on the "Ai, ai! The Balrog is come! The Balrog is come!" episode then shakes her head* Um...well...maybe.....;) Augh!, this story has more reviews than my first fic! Wowie, and it has more than my other fic had at this point. Thanks you guys for reviewing, I love to see what you guys think and what suggestions you guys have for me, reading the reviews are like my total inspiration, thanks guys. Oh yeah, what does OOC mean? Heehee, I can't figure out what that stands for :) Oh, there's a lot of thinking in this one but I hope you guys are still enjoying this!
Two full moons past in an eyeblink and when the third was only a few two days away, Morgause started to worry. Maybe she had drawn this out too long. Apprehension started to fill her mind like a cloud against her will. Would Igraine be angry? This wasn't the way to show him that she was a capable Black Dragon. Dragons are in there then out. They don't stall, they don't dally, and they certainly don't make friends out of their victims.
At that thought, Morgause flushed with guilt. Her acting and lying had gone too far and lately even she had begun to believe sometimes that she wasn't supposed to kill Legolas, that they really were just friends. Then she'd remember that she'd have to bring Legolas' head back, flourished on a silver platter, surrounded by flowers, and lay them at Igraine's feet, bowing away, kissing the cold ground at every step.
She'd think about Legolas' friendship that had grown and the thrill of finally bringing down a target and offering it to Igraine, Morgause had a hard time figuring out which she valued more.
Dragon. Dragon. Dragon.
She'd repeat those words in her mind over and over again. You worked all your life for this, thought Morgause. You are not going to throw it all away for some blond haired, pointy eared creature who doesn't see the difference between killing and hunting.
Then, on the eve of the third full moon, something even she hadn't expected happened.
Legolas and she had sat down for dinner, Thranduil had left them once more and gave them both amused glances. Obviously he was surprised that Morgause was still at the castle. Legolas shrugged when questioned.
"Father, it gets weary in the castle. A friend is nice for company." That was true. More time than not, Legolas had righteously complained about how mundane the castle life could be. Morgause knew, she could barely stand being shut up inside a stone wall prison all day.
When Legolas and Morgause had just started to eat, the doorman came, looking surprised but trying not to show it.
"There's a strange man at the door," he said, Flushing at the rudeness of pointing but doing so nonetheless, he pointed at Morgause.
"He asks for her," he said. Morgause frowned. Could it be one of her brothers checking on her? It seemed unlikely but she had never expected him to be standing at the doorway of the Greenleaf's castle.
"Master Igraine?" she asked. Igraine had the silliest smile plastered over his face.
"Now, now," he chuckled. "A little formal, aren't we? I'd prefer 'Uncle Igraine.'" When she drew close enough, Morgause instinctively bent into a bow but 'Uncle Igraine' grabbed her elbow and yanked her up, none too gently.
"We must speak," he said, voice still kind despite his actions. He nodded the doorman away.
As soon as they were outside and away from hearing distance of anybody, Igraine's friendly disposition slid off, like a silk cloak.
"I'm afraid I'm disappointed in you, Morgause. I had high expectations." Had Morgause been closing her eyes, she would have believed Igraine to be sitting at his throne, not standing on the cobbled floor in front of somebody else's castle.
"Forgive me, Master," she murmured. Dropping to her knees, Morgause didn't flinch as she kissed the dirty ground before him.
"Get up," he snapped. The wind blew the hair off his handsome, cold face. "What are you doing? You could have killed him the day you met him. Instead you are dallying around with him, haven't your mother ever told you not to play with things that are dead, or going to die?"
She must have looked shamefaced enough for Igraine seemed to grow quieter.
"You still have a chance to redeem yourself," he said, voice dangerously soft. Like a snake, luring you into sleep so that the minute you close your eyes he can dig those ivory smooth fangs into your bare throat. His sinuous body clothed in black silk, Morgause felt shamed to stand before him.
Suddenly, Igraine unsheathed his dagger and tried to cut Morgause's throat. She moved to one side and unsheathed her own weapon.
"Good," said Igraine. "At least you haven't forgotten everything I have taught you."
"If you don't kill him by tomorrow, I will personally come here and kill him and you. The five full moons was only a formality, I expected his head gracing our presence the day after you left. Be sure to kill him or else you are no longer a Black Dragon. You will choose between a lifetime of shame or a punishing death. I hope I won't have to burden you with this choice. Remember, by tomorrow."
He turned away, in the eyes of Morgause he looked like divinity. The cold wind prompted Morgause to return inside.
"Who was it?" asked Legolas. He noted Morgause's paleness.
"My..... uncle," she said.
"Don't like family much?" he asked, trying to bring her to smile or at least talk some more. Morgause looked at him and tried to imagine his head bundled up in cloth, bumping against the rhythm of Angulet's trotting and nearly threw up.
She weighed her options. She could run away in the middle of the night. No, that wouldn't do. Then Igraine would kill Legolas himself then hunt her down and strip her of her honor. The could tell Legolas everything but then she'd have to kill him anyway because she would have broken one of the Codes of Honor for assassins. Or.....she would have to kill him tonight.
"Are you okay?" asked Legolas. He reached out to grasp his friend's hand. It was icy cold.
Morgause swallowed hard. This shouldn't be too hard. She was a warrior, a hunter. She didn't want to be without honor, a fallen dragon. But gods, of all people why him? She chastised herself. If she only had finished the job the moment she saw him.....
"I'm not very hungry tonight, I'll see you tomorrow morning," she said, pushing away her plate. I wish, thought Morgause.
"Okay, see you tomorrow," said Legolas, frowning.
Morgause slowly walked up the stairs and towards her room. What did she really want? She flopped down on her bed to take a short nap.
"Morgause, you know what to do," said Igraine. Morgause looked at Legolas, standing there looking oblivious to what was happening around him. In her hand materialized a silver dagger with a black hilt. She started towards Legolas who looked surprised and happy, as if he had only just noticed her. Morgause ordered her arm to lift up and raise the knife to Legolas' throat. Then, his expression started to change into confusion, then betrayal, then, finally, fear. He feared her. Then his expression changed once more to an obstinate look and he looked at her square in the eyes. Morgause felt her arm drop back to her side.
"What are you doing?" She could hear Igraine screeching in the background.
"Kill him!" She turned around to her idol, her master, her god and plunged the knife into his chest.
Morgause woke up with a start. It w as a vivid dream. She could feel how the hilt was shifting in her sweaty palms, how the cool blade had sucked the heat from Igraine's body. She could smell her perspiration, the woody scent that Legolas always smelled of, and the acrid, cold scent of Igraine. He smelt of metal only cleaner. Thinking of him lead to her remembering how the dream had ended.
No, she thought frantically. Calm down, think calm. Think of the dragons, their lithe bodies slipping through the shadows, crouching down to make a kill. Her blood started to warm up and she became energized, not frightened. Her bloodwrath never failed her. She'd have to do this once and for all.
She slipped out and made the familiar path to Legolas' room. Opening the door, Morgause caught sight of Legolas sleeping. He didn't know that in a few seconds he would no longer be living. Then, suddenly, Morgause was struck with a frantic thought. What if elves can't be killed? Then he'd know her intention and never forgive her.
She must have stalled for too long for Legolas started to stir then sat up in bed.
"Morgause?" he asked, frowning. "Is something wrong?" She bit her lip until metallic blood flowed into her mouth.
"Would you ever hate me?" she whispered.
"No," said Legolas. "I like you very much. What makes you say that?"
"Would you forgive me, whatever I do?"
"Always, if you ask for it," Legolas promised.
"Then forgive me for doing this." She plunged the dagger into her stomach.
*I'm leaving it at a cliff hanger thingamajig 'cuz I know how much you love those :) Tell me what you guys think about this so far! Bye for now!
Author's Notes: Haha, Naheka and Joe the Nazgul, your reviews are so cute and they help a lot! I did think about making Legolas' speech more formal but.... *reflects on the "Ai, ai! The Balrog is come! The Balrog is come!" episode then shakes her head* Um...well...maybe.....;) Augh!, this story has more reviews than my first fic! Wowie, and it has more than my other fic had at this point. Thanks you guys for reviewing, I love to see what you guys think and what suggestions you guys have for me, reading the reviews are like my total inspiration, thanks guys. Oh yeah, what does OOC mean? Heehee, I can't figure out what that stands for :) Oh, there's a lot of thinking in this one but I hope you guys are still enjoying this!
Two full moons past in an eyeblink and when the third was only a few two days away, Morgause started to worry. Maybe she had drawn this out too long. Apprehension started to fill her mind like a cloud against her will. Would Igraine be angry? This wasn't the way to show him that she was a capable Black Dragon. Dragons are in there then out. They don't stall, they don't dally, and they certainly don't make friends out of their victims.
At that thought, Morgause flushed with guilt. Her acting and lying had gone too far and lately even she had begun to believe sometimes that she wasn't supposed to kill Legolas, that they really were just friends. Then she'd remember that she'd have to bring Legolas' head back, flourished on a silver platter, surrounded by flowers, and lay them at Igraine's feet, bowing away, kissing the cold ground at every step.
She'd think about Legolas' friendship that had grown and the thrill of finally bringing down a target and offering it to Igraine, Morgause had a hard time figuring out which she valued more.
Dragon. Dragon. Dragon.
She'd repeat those words in her mind over and over again. You worked all your life for this, thought Morgause. You are not going to throw it all away for some blond haired, pointy eared creature who doesn't see the difference between killing and hunting.
Then, on the eve of the third full moon, something even she hadn't expected happened.
Legolas and she had sat down for dinner, Thranduil had left them once more and gave them both amused glances. Obviously he was surprised that Morgause was still at the castle. Legolas shrugged when questioned.
"Father, it gets weary in the castle. A friend is nice for company." That was true. More time than not, Legolas had righteously complained about how mundane the castle life could be. Morgause knew, she could barely stand being shut up inside a stone wall prison all day.
When Legolas and Morgause had just started to eat, the doorman came, looking surprised but trying not to show it.
"There's a strange man at the door," he said, Flushing at the rudeness of pointing but doing so nonetheless, he pointed at Morgause.
"He asks for her," he said. Morgause frowned. Could it be one of her brothers checking on her? It seemed unlikely but she had never expected him to be standing at the doorway of the Greenleaf's castle.
"Master Igraine?" she asked. Igraine had the silliest smile plastered over his face.
"Now, now," he chuckled. "A little formal, aren't we? I'd prefer 'Uncle Igraine.'" When she drew close enough, Morgause instinctively bent into a bow but 'Uncle Igraine' grabbed her elbow and yanked her up, none too gently.
"We must speak," he said, voice still kind despite his actions. He nodded the doorman away.
As soon as they were outside and away from hearing distance of anybody, Igraine's friendly disposition slid off, like a silk cloak.
"I'm afraid I'm disappointed in you, Morgause. I had high expectations." Had Morgause been closing her eyes, she would have believed Igraine to be sitting at his throne, not standing on the cobbled floor in front of somebody else's castle.
"Forgive me, Master," she murmured. Dropping to her knees, Morgause didn't flinch as she kissed the dirty ground before him.
"Get up," he snapped. The wind blew the hair off his handsome, cold face. "What are you doing? You could have killed him the day you met him. Instead you are dallying around with him, haven't your mother ever told you not to play with things that are dead, or going to die?"
She must have looked shamefaced enough for Igraine seemed to grow quieter.
"You still have a chance to redeem yourself," he said, voice dangerously soft. Like a snake, luring you into sleep so that the minute you close your eyes he can dig those ivory smooth fangs into your bare throat. His sinuous body clothed in black silk, Morgause felt shamed to stand before him.
Suddenly, Igraine unsheathed his dagger and tried to cut Morgause's throat. She moved to one side and unsheathed her own weapon.
"Good," said Igraine. "At least you haven't forgotten everything I have taught you."
"If you don't kill him by tomorrow, I will personally come here and kill him and you. The five full moons was only a formality, I expected his head gracing our presence the day after you left. Be sure to kill him or else you are no longer a Black Dragon. You will choose between a lifetime of shame or a punishing death. I hope I won't have to burden you with this choice. Remember, by tomorrow."
He turned away, in the eyes of Morgause he looked like divinity. The cold wind prompted Morgause to return inside.
"Who was it?" asked Legolas. He noted Morgause's paleness.
"My..... uncle," she said.
"Don't like family much?" he asked, trying to bring her to smile or at least talk some more. Morgause looked at him and tried to imagine his head bundled up in cloth, bumping against the rhythm of Angulet's trotting and nearly threw up.
She weighed her options. She could run away in the middle of the night. No, that wouldn't do. Then Igraine would kill Legolas himself then hunt her down and strip her of her honor. The could tell Legolas everything but then she'd have to kill him anyway because she would have broken one of the Codes of Honor for assassins. Or.....she would have to kill him tonight.
"Are you okay?" asked Legolas. He reached out to grasp his friend's hand. It was icy cold.
Morgause swallowed hard. This shouldn't be too hard. She was a warrior, a hunter. She didn't want to be without honor, a fallen dragon. But gods, of all people why him? She chastised herself. If she only had finished the job the moment she saw him.....
"I'm not very hungry tonight, I'll see you tomorrow morning," she said, pushing away her plate. I wish, thought Morgause.
"Okay, see you tomorrow," said Legolas, frowning.
Morgause slowly walked up the stairs and towards her room. What did she really want? She flopped down on her bed to take a short nap.
"Morgause, you know what to do," said Igraine. Morgause looked at Legolas, standing there looking oblivious to what was happening around him. In her hand materialized a silver dagger with a black hilt. She started towards Legolas who looked surprised and happy, as if he had only just noticed her. Morgause ordered her arm to lift up and raise the knife to Legolas' throat. Then, his expression started to change into confusion, then betrayal, then, finally, fear. He feared her. Then his expression changed once more to an obstinate look and he looked at her square in the eyes. Morgause felt her arm drop back to her side.
"What are you doing?" She could hear Igraine screeching in the background.
"Kill him!" She turned around to her idol, her master, her god and plunged the knife into his chest.
Morgause woke up with a start. It w as a vivid dream. She could feel how the hilt was shifting in her sweaty palms, how the cool blade had sucked the heat from Igraine's body. She could smell her perspiration, the woody scent that Legolas always smelled of, and the acrid, cold scent of Igraine. He smelt of metal only cleaner. Thinking of him lead to her remembering how the dream had ended.
No, she thought frantically. Calm down, think calm. Think of the dragons, their lithe bodies slipping through the shadows, crouching down to make a kill. Her blood started to warm up and she became energized, not frightened. Her bloodwrath never failed her. She'd have to do this once and for all.
She slipped out and made the familiar path to Legolas' room. Opening the door, Morgause caught sight of Legolas sleeping. He didn't know that in a few seconds he would no longer be living. Then, suddenly, Morgause was struck with a frantic thought. What if elves can't be killed? Then he'd know her intention and never forgive her.
She must have stalled for too long for Legolas started to stir then sat up in bed.
"Morgause?" he asked, frowning. "Is something wrong?" She bit her lip until metallic blood flowed into her mouth.
"Would you ever hate me?" she whispered.
"No," said Legolas. "I like you very much. What makes you say that?"
"Would you forgive me, whatever I do?"
"Always, if you ask for it," Legolas promised.
"Then forgive me for doing this." She plunged the dagger into her stomach.
*I'm leaving it at a cliff hanger thingamajig 'cuz I know how much you love those :) Tell me what you guys think about this so far! Bye for now!