Disclaimer: Argh! This disclaimer thing is getting really tedious.
But alas, I must still do it because I DON'T OWN LEGOLAS! Argh!!! Heehee,
I do own Morgause, Igraine, and other characters you didn't know before you
read this fic.
Author's Notes: To comment on an anonymous reviewer, moving too quickly with my stories are probably one of my weakest points but I'm not worrying too much about this fic because trust me, this is only the beginning! Thanks for the tip, though! Oh, and thank you, all of you who reviewed! You guys are the best! :)
"I don't know what you want me to do," said Elrond, wearily. He sank down onto a high backed, plush forest green chair.
"Just keep us safe, please Elrond, you're the only one I trust." Legolas looked at Elrond, his face expressionless. His eyes told a different story.
"Where is she right now?"
"I think someone is showing her around."
"I just don't think you can stay here very long. I know of Igraine. He is a skilled fighter and an tremendous tracker." Elrond rubbed his temples, his dark eyebrows knit together in pressure.
"If you could just keep us hidden-"
"She's an assassin," Elrond said, cutting Legolas off. "She lives to kill. She was supposed to kill you and you brought her here in Rivendell. This would be any assassin's, especially one working under Igraine, dream. Why don't you get that?"
"Elrond, I've lived with her long enough to know that she isn't like other assassins. She nearly sacrificed herself to save me."
"What happened?" he asked, almost wryly.
"I healed her," Legolas answered, with an offhand shrug. Elrond nearly spluttered.
"You healed her?" he asked. "But you don't, you never.."
"Heal anyone? I know. I don't know why I did it but I knew I just had to." Elrond stood up slowly and dark brown eyes met determined blue ones. He sighed slowly.
"I'll do my best, Legolas, but I'm not promising anything."
"That is more than enough, thank you, friend." Elrond shook his head.
"Thank me when Igraine is dead and you and that girl is still alive."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So exactly what happened to my trackers?" asked Igraine. His voice was like cold satin, slithering off his tongue. His voice was nearly emotionless, maybe containing a hint of annoyance.
"Killed, my lord," murmured a another trainee.
"Killed by whom?"
"The Prince of Mirkwood and Morgause." Igraine chuckled, startling the trainee.
"So she slew her own brother. She has such potential."
"She or the Prince, we are not sure." Igraine shook his head.
"No, it was Morgause who slew him." They stood like that in silence until suddenly, it was as if Igraine had suddenly noticed who was standing before him and decided he was not worthy of his presence.
"Begone," he barked. "And don't show your worthless skin to me again if you want to stay attached to it." The young trainee bowed and retreated that way. The trainee's footsteps echoed softly, still sounding long after he had left.
Igraine smiled coldly, toying with his own Black Dragon pendant. As long as he wore that pendant, he was connected to all others who wore theirs. Morgause was still in his reach. As long as she did not take it off, he would always be able to find her.
"How many more would you kill?" he asked. "How many more to save one worthless life?" Only a foreboding silence answered his thoughts.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What are you doing?" asked Legolas. He found Morgause sitting in her room, her door half open. She had started to uncork a bottle filled with who knows what.
"Any sort of alcohol is prohibited here," said Legolas. He tried to wrestle the tiny bottle out of Morgause's hands but she jerked away.
"I brought us here to keep us safe. The least you could do is to respect their traditions, my traditions," Legolas said, eyes starting to narrow. Morgause seemed to be miles away. Igraine had let them drink. They were taught that drinking would relieve any problems.
Morgause glared back and took a long swig from the bottle. Sparks and fireworks exploded in her head. She started to see stars. Gods know what Igraine puts in the liquor.
"I have to tell you, that is the most wretched, dismal thing I have seen you do," said Legolas, sounding almost disgusted.
"What's wrong with it?" demanded Morgause. "It takes away your pain. The hurt, the problems, just turn into sweet dreams and kiss you goodnight."
"No it doesn't. It may seem like it now but trust me, your problems will be multiplied after the effects wear off."
"Leave me alone," she mumbled.
"I think it is horrible that you have to have some sort of elixir tell you what to feel."
"I can't," Morgause said, helplessly. "I can't feel happy." Legolas stared hard at the girl in front of him.
"I'll show you what sweetness is," he said suddenly. Legolas reached out and took Morgause's hand.
"Come on," he urged. Morgause's stomach lurched but followed. It was getting dark and the brilliant sunset was replaced by a velvety, blue sky. Legolas led her to the top of a hill where there only stood one tree who's branches swayed softly in the warm, evening breeze.
Legolas sat down and started to pull Morgause down too. Then, Morgause's stomach started to heave and she turned around and threw up, her sides hurting. Before she knew it, salty tears found their way into her mouth. She was startled. When had she ever cried? Morgause couldn't even remember crying when she was a child. Her mouth tasted sweet, acid-like, and salty.
She jumped when she felt Legolas put his arms around her. They sat down and leaned against the tree, Morgause still crying quietly. Finally, her tears stopped. She would have pushed herself away from Legolas but was just too tired, emotionally and physically drained. She had no idea how she would make it back down to her room.
"You know, you're not the only one who is hurting," Legolas said, softly. When Morgause didn't answer, Legolas continued.
"Every minute that passes by, I think about what might have happened to my father," he confessed. "I just pray that he is still on his hunting trip, that he might not have gone back home to meet Igraine and then.." His voice trailed off into the night sky.
"It's just everything I worked for," Morgause started.
"You can tell me anything." That was when she realized, deep inside of her, she wasn't helpless. Her world had turned topsy- turvy but that didn't give her an excuse to turn into a weepy, wishy-washy girl who had no idea how to protect herself. Morgause made a silent vow. Her eyes had been opened, Igraine better be scared and if he wasn't, he will be when she meets him again.
Legolas tucked Morgause's hair behind her ear then frowned, expression lost in the night.
"Is this a birthmark?" He fingered a sort of scar on her neck, near her hairline. Morgause's fingers flew to where Legolas was looking at.
"What is it?" she asked. It was strange, how could one little mark be so scary? "What does it look like?" Legolas was silent. The leaves rustled quietly, as if they knew to be quiet.
"A dragon," he finally said. Morgause sucked in her breath sharply.
"I've never known anything of this," she said. Legolas bit his lip.
"We should seek advice from Elrond about this. This may be beyond our power."
*Okay guys, I'm sure some of you might be screaming, "NOOOO!" at the fact that Morgause is slowly melting into what kind of seems like a Mary Sue. Well, I'm not sure if she is, I mean, she's really pissed at Igraine and stuff but still, tell me if she's turning into a Mary Sue or not, it'd be really, really helpful! Bye for now!
Author's Notes: To comment on an anonymous reviewer, moving too quickly with my stories are probably one of my weakest points but I'm not worrying too much about this fic because trust me, this is only the beginning! Thanks for the tip, though! Oh, and thank you, all of you who reviewed! You guys are the best! :)
"I don't know what you want me to do," said Elrond, wearily. He sank down onto a high backed, plush forest green chair.
"Just keep us safe, please Elrond, you're the only one I trust." Legolas looked at Elrond, his face expressionless. His eyes told a different story.
"Where is she right now?"
"I think someone is showing her around."
"I just don't think you can stay here very long. I know of Igraine. He is a skilled fighter and an tremendous tracker." Elrond rubbed his temples, his dark eyebrows knit together in pressure.
"If you could just keep us hidden-"
"She's an assassin," Elrond said, cutting Legolas off. "She lives to kill. She was supposed to kill you and you brought her here in Rivendell. This would be any assassin's, especially one working under Igraine, dream. Why don't you get that?"
"Elrond, I've lived with her long enough to know that she isn't like other assassins. She nearly sacrificed herself to save me."
"What happened?" he asked, almost wryly.
"I healed her," Legolas answered, with an offhand shrug. Elrond nearly spluttered.
"You healed her?" he asked. "But you don't, you never.."
"Heal anyone? I know. I don't know why I did it but I knew I just had to." Elrond stood up slowly and dark brown eyes met determined blue ones. He sighed slowly.
"I'll do my best, Legolas, but I'm not promising anything."
"That is more than enough, thank you, friend." Elrond shook his head.
"Thank me when Igraine is dead and you and that girl is still alive."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"So exactly what happened to my trackers?" asked Igraine. His voice was like cold satin, slithering off his tongue. His voice was nearly emotionless, maybe containing a hint of annoyance.
"Killed, my lord," murmured a another trainee.
"Killed by whom?"
"The Prince of Mirkwood and Morgause." Igraine chuckled, startling the trainee.
"So she slew her own brother. She has such potential."
"She or the Prince, we are not sure." Igraine shook his head.
"No, it was Morgause who slew him." They stood like that in silence until suddenly, it was as if Igraine had suddenly noticed who was standing before him and decided he was not worthy of his presence.
"Begone," he barked. "And don't show your worthless skin to me again if you want to stay attached to it." The young trainee bowed and retreated that way. The trainee's footsteps echoed softly, still sounding long after he had left.
Igraine smiled coldly, toying with his own Black Dragon pendant. As long as he wore that pendant, he was connected to all others who wore theirs. Morgause was still in his reach. As long as she did not take it off, he would always be able to find her.
"How many more would you kill?" he asked. "How many more to save one worthless life?" Only a foreboding silence answered his thoughts.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"What are you doing?" asked Legolas. He found Morgause sitting in her room, her door half open. She had started to uncork a bottle filled with who knows what.
"Any sort of alcohol is prohibited here," said Legolas. He tried to wrestle the tiny bottle out of Morgause's hands but she jerked away.
"I brought us here to keep us safe. The least you could do is to respect their traditions, my traditions," Legolas said, eyes starting to narrow. Morgause seemed to be miles away. Igraine had let them drink. They were taught that drinking would relieve any problems.
Morgause glared back and took a long swig from the bottle. Sparks and fireworks exploded in her head. She started to see stars. Gods know what Igraine puts in the liquor.
"I have to tell you, that is the most wretched, dismal thing I have seen you do," said Legolas, sounding almost disgusted.
"What's wrong with it?" demanded Morgause. "It takes away your pain. The hurt, the problems, just turn into sweet dreams and kiss you goodnight."
"No it doesn't. It may seem like it now but trust me, your problems will be multiplied after the effects wear off."
"Leave me alone," she mumbled.
"I think it is horrible that you have to have some sort of elixir tell you what to feel."
"I can't," Morgause said, helplessly. "I can't feel happy." Legolas stared hard at the girl in front of him.
"I'll show you what sweetness is," he said suddenly. Legolas reached out and took Morgause's hand.
"Come on," he urged. Morgause's stomach lurched but followed. It was getting dark and the brilliant sunset was replaced by a velvety, blue sky. Legolas led her to the top of a hill where there only stood one tree who's branches swayed softly in the warm, evening breeze.
Legolas sat down and started to pull Morgause down too. Then, Morgause's stomach started to heave and she turned around and threw up, her sides hurting. Before she knew it, salty tears found their way into her mouth. She was startled. When had she ever cried? Morgause couldn't even remember crying when she was a child. Her mouth tasted sweet, acid-like, and salty.
She jumped when she felt Legolas put his arms around her. They sat down and leaned against the tree, Morgause still crying quietly. Finally, her tears stopped. She would have pushed herself away from Legolas but was just too tired, emotionally and physically drained. She had no idea how she would make it back down to her room.
"You know, you're not the only one who is hurting," Legolas said, softly. When Morgause didn't answer, Legolas continued.
"Every minute that passes by, I think about what might have happened to my father," he confessed. "I just pray that he is still on his hunting trip, that he might not have gone back home to meet Igraine and then.." His voice trailed off into the night sky.
"It's just everything I worked for," Morgause started.
"You can tell me anything." That was when she realized, deep inside of her, she wasn't helpless. Her world had turned topsy- turvy but that didn't give her an excuse to turn into a weepy, wishy-washy girl who had no idea how to protect herself. Morgause made a silent vow. Her eyes had been opened, Igraine better be scared and if he wasn't, he will be when she meets him again.
Legolas tucked Morgause's hair behind her ear then frowned, expression lost in the night.
"Is this a birthmark?" He fingered a sort of scar on her neck, near her hairline. Morgause's fingers flew to where Legolas was looking at.
"What is it?" she asked. It was strange, how could one little mark be so scary? "What does it look like?" Legolas was silent. The leaves rustled quietly, as if they knew to be quiet.
"A dragon," he finally said. Morgause sucked in her breath sharply.
"I've never known anything of this," she said. Legolas bit his lip.
"We should seek advice from Elrond about this. This may be beyond our power."
*Okay guys, I'm sure some of you might be screaming, "NOOOO!" at the fact that Morgause is slowly melting into what kind of seems like a Mary Sue. Well, I'm not sure if she is, I mean, she's really pissed at Igraine and stuff but still, tell me if she's turning into a Mary Sue or not, it'd be really, really helpful! Bye for now!