. Disclaimer: Grand prize, Legolas! But I'm sorry! The author has
missed the final question and lost him but as a consolation prize, has been
given Igraine who may not look as innocent as Legolas but still holds that
certain bad-boy appeal and has the same rock hard body!
Author's Notes: Ahh! I've been getting mixed reports from reviewers about Morgause and her Mary Sueness and stuff. I'm trying my best to keep everyone happy but if you really don't like the way Morgause is turning out, my deepest apologies! I just want everyone to be happy and enjoy my writing, thanks guys who still like my story, oh and I fully agree with waterspirit, you have such a good argument, I don't mind the ranting :) and thanks all of you guys for telling me what you think!
Morgause woke up the next morning still lying on the meadow, the sun starting to rise. She didn't match her pretty surroundings. Her head felt like an ugly mess from the crying and throwing up. Then she remembered what had happened and the surge of emotions she had felt and the vow she had made last night. Immediately, she started to feel guilt.
Is that what she really wanted? Morgause wasn't so sure. She had felt so sure and the vow had felt so right. She conjured up the image of Igraine, regarding her with his calm, cool eyes, looking at her with proud. She could make that expression come to life, all she would have to do is kill Legolas and bring his head to him..
Then Morgause would think of Legolas. How he really did show her what sweetness was. She couldn't believe that lying on the grass on a warm evening, gazing at the stars, could be as satisfying as Igraine's liquor. It also didn't leave any bad headaches afterwards. But then again, Morgause was one of the few Dragons who could barely hold onto her liquor. What did she really want? The questioned stood to be answered.
Where was Legolas? She did not know where he might have slipped off to. Then again, perhaps that was for the better. She might have been overcome by a sudden bout of anger and killed him right there. Her emotions, so carefully wrapped beneath layers of cool and no feelings, had just recently come undone and were flying about the place.
There was still a dagger on her belt. She unsheathed it and twirled it expertly. She walked away from the tree she had been leaning against, feeling the movement of the wind and the ground beneath her feet. Then, Morgause turned around and threw the dagger at the tree. There it was, point buried deep into the tree trunk, pining an insect who was dead before it knew it.
Morgause walked down the hill cautiously and slowly, wondering where she would be able to find some water and a healer to do something about her hideous headache.
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"What was that?" asked Legolas. "It was dark but I am fully sure that the shape was a dragon." Elrond looked deep in thought.
"I never thought Igraine would have the power, the knowledge to.."
"You know of what this is?"
"It is trouble, Legolas. More trouble than we could have imagined."
"Should I return with Morgause? She has the right to know of this also," Legolas almost started to leave but Elrond raised a hand to stop him.
"She will not like what she hears, if she is who you claim her to be."
"But she should know," he argued.
"Listen to what I have to say, Legolas, then you may decide on whether you shall tell Morgause or not."
"I believe only she has the right to make that decision." He started to move towards the door.
"Legolas!" The commanding tone in Elrond's voice stopped him and made him turn around. Legolas questioned Elrond with his eyes.
"That mark, it is the mark of the Black Dragons."
"Black Dragons? I believed that the race had long died out," said Legolas, furrowing his brow.
"The true Black Dragons, merciless, warriors, assassins, yes, were believed to have died out a long time ago. But Igraine had adopted that title for his group of fighters, it is the highest order among them."
"So she is a Black Dragon. But she has humanity and humility, she is not who you believe her to be."
"No, Legolas! Listen to me. That mark on her neck, it had not been seen since the last true Black Dragon had died out. Don't you understand? She isn't some sort of mindless puppet only controlled by Igraine, she is a true assassin, a killer with a merciless heart. It runs through her veins."
"I believe that Igraine may have resurrected an extinct group of people, I believe that she may have been raised to be an assassin, but I do not believe that she is a killer through and through."
"You are blinded, Legolas! How is it that you cannot see what is clear in front of you? You call yourself the son of Thranduil, the Eagle Eyes, but you cannot see the snake slither in through your front gates."
"She is no snake, Elrond. And I have good reason to believe so. She was ready to sacrifice herself to save me. I would call that compassion, what would you call it?"
"I would call it pretty damn good acting, Legolas. You have to understand that as soon as Igraine catches up with her, anything she might have shown before, anything human-like, a shred of mercy, will be wiped away in an instant. She is bringing the apocalypse where the assassins will come out on top."
"But what are we going to do about it?" demanded Legolas. "What Elrond?"
"We have to kill the Dragon," Elrond said slowly.
"But you said so yourself. The Dragon runs through her veins. To kill the Dragon is to kill her.." Legolas' voice trailed off.
"Legolas," Elrond said. "You understand that this must be done don't you?"
"The only thing I understand is that you are not who I thought you were."
"Listen to me, Legolas. I don't want to do this any more than you do. But I have a duty to my people, to keep them safe!"
"I have a duty too, Elrond. I owe my life to Morgause-"
"Don't start, Legolas," Elrond said. "She isn't the glorious hero you somehow envision her as. She was playing out her time to kill you."
Legolas continued as if he didn't hear Elrond.
"I owe my life to Morgause and here I am, how convenient that I am suddenly presented with a situation where I can save her life in return."
"Don't do this, Legolas."
"Thank you for your hospitality, Elrond but I do not believe I will be seeing you soon or ever again, as a matter of fact," said Legolas, voice ringing with cold politeness.
"You cannot turn your back on your own people." Elrond rose from his chair. They stared at each other. Two elves, looking at each other with such anger and animosity. Then, Legolas turned swiftly and walked out, the door closing behind sounding just as cold as his voice. Elrond sank into his chair then suddenly jumped up again. He would have to stop Legolas. The minute he and the Black Dragon step out of the gates, a swarm of Igraine's men would be on them in an instant.
"Come on, Morgause, we have to leave." Morgause refused to move.
"Has someone slipped up then? Are we no longer safer here? Who's the traitor?"
"There is no traitor, Morgause. We just have to leave Rivendell as soon as possible," Legolas said hurriedly. Morgause felt she had no choice but to follow Legolas, her mind still in a bit of a blur. She vaguely remembered mounting Andulet, seeing Legolas mount his horse beside her.
"Legolas!" a voice cried. They both turned. Elrond was standing behind them, a hand raised. His ivory robes fluttered in the wind but his face did not match his serene stance.
"Igraine will capture you both before you take three steps from Rivendell. I command you to come back here, Legolas. You must if you wish to save your life and your..friend's." Legolas shook his head slightly.
"Goodbye Elrond," he whispered. The wind picked up his voice and Elrond heard it clearly, as if Legolas had whispered it into his ear. Legolas looked at Elrond once more, with no anger anymore, just sadness. Elrond, a firm friend of Thranduil and Legolas himself, he was running away from Elrond, the man who was almost a second father to him.
Legolas turned away and kicked his horse into a gallop, Andulet following suit. Elrond watched them go for a minute then turned around. There had been a squire behind him.
"Fetch your best trackers and best knights. Prepare horses, I believe they are going to be needed."
*Argh! I hope you guys don't mind, once again, I have seemed to have made Elrond very different. But think about it, wouldn't you have said the same things if you were in his position? He wants to keep his family, his friends, and his people safe and he does not know if he should trust Morgause or not, and he has good reason to. Elrond's old and wise, he knows all the things Igraine had done in the past that Legolas doesn't know about. Of course he wouldn't trust Morgause, heck, Morgause doesn't even trust herself sometimes! So all in all, please don't get angry at me for making Elrond who I believe in my opinion is a very sensible person who is compassionate and loving towards his people, he is NOT the bad guy! Oh, and I made up the fact that Thranduil went by 'Eagle Eyes' I don't know if that's even true at all but hey, all elves have good eyesight, right? Thanks for reading and bye for now!
Author's Notes: Ahh! I've been getting mixed reports from reviewers about Morgause and her Mary Sueness and stuff. I'm trying my best to keep everyone happy but if you really don't like the way Morgause is turning out, my deepest apologies! I just want everyone to be happy and enjoy my writing, thanks guys who still like my story, oh and I fully agree with waterspirit, you have such a good argument, I don't mind the ranting :) and thanks all of you guys for telling me what you think!
Morgause woke up the next morning still lying on the meadow, the sun starting to rise. She didn't match her pretty surroundings. Her head felt like an ugly mess from the crying and throwing up. Then she remembered what had happened and the surge of emotions she had felt and the vow she had made last night. Immediately, she started to feel guilt.
Is that what she really wanted? Morgause wasn't so sure. She had felt so sure and the vow had felt so right. She conjured up the image of Igraine, regarding her with his calm, cool eyes, looking at her with proud. She could make that expression come to life, all she would have to do is kill Legolas and bring his head to him..
Then Morgause would think of Legolas. How he really did show her what sweetness was. She couldn't believe that lying on the grass on a warm evening, gazing at the stars, could be as satisfying as Igraine's liquor. It also didn't leave any bad headaches afterwards. But then again, Morgause was one of the few Dragons who could barely hold onto her liquor. What did she really want? The questioned stood to be answered.
Where was Legolas? She did not know where he might have slipped off to. Then again, perhaps that was for the better. She might have been overcome by a sudden bout of anger and killed him right there. Her emotions, so carefully wrapped beneath layers of cool and no feelings, had just recently come undone and were flying about the place.
There was still a dagger on her belt. She unsheathed it and twirled it expertly. She walked away from the tree she had been leaning against, feeling the movement of the wind and the ground beneath her feet. Then, Morgause turned around and threw the dagger at the tree. There it was, point buried deep into the tree trunk, pining an insect who was dead before it knew it.
Morgause walked down the hill cautiously and slowly, wondering where she would be able to find some water and a healer to do something about her hideous headache.
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"What was that?" asked Legolas. "It was dark but I am fully sure that the shape was a dragon." Elrond looked deep in thought.
"I never thought Igraine would have the power, the knowledge to.."
"You know of what this is?"
"It is trouble, Legolas. More trouble than we could have imagined."
"Should I return with Morgause? She has the right to know of this also," Legolas almost started to leave but Elrond raised a hand to stop him.
"She will not like what she hears, if she is who you claim her to be."
"But she should know," he argued.
"Listen to what I have to say, Legolas, then you may decide on whether you shall tell Morgause or not."
"I believe only she has the right to make that decision." He started to move towards the door.
"Legolas!" The commanding tone in Elrond's voice stopped him and made him turn around. Legolas questioned Elrond with his eyes.
"That mark, it is the mark of the Black Dragons."
"Black Dragons? I believed that the race had long died out," said Legolas, furrowing his brow.
"The true Black Dragons, merciless, warriors, assassins, yes, were believed to have died out a long time ago. But Igraine had adopted that title for his group of fighters, it is the highest order among them."
"So she is a Black Dragon. But she has humanity and humility, she is not who you believe her to be."
"No, Legolas! Listen to me. That mark on her neck, it had not been seen since the last true Black Dragon had died out. Don't you understand? She isn't some sort of mindless puppet only controlled by Igraine, she is a true assassin, a killer with a merciless heart. It runs through her veins."
"I believe that Igraine may have resurrected an extinct group of people, I believe that she may have been raised to be an assassin, but I do not believe that she is a killer through and through."
"You are blinded, Legolas! How is it that you cannot see what is clear in front of you? You call yourself the son of Thranduil, the Eagle Eyes, but you cannot see the snake slither in through your front gates."
"She is no snake, Elrond. And I have good reason to believe so. She was ready to sacrifice herself to save me. I would call that compassion, what would you call it?"
"I would call it pretty damn good acting, Legolas. You have to understand that as soon as Igraine catches up with her, anything she might have shown before, anything human-like, a shred of mercy, will be wiped away in an instant. She is bringing the apocalypse where the assassins will come out on top."
"But what are we going to do about it?" demanded Legolas. "What Elrond?"
"We have to kill the Dragon," Elrond said slowly.
"But you said so yourself. The Dragon runs through her veins. To kill the Dragon is to kill her.." Legolas' voice trailed off.
"Legolas," Elrond said. "You understand that this must be done don't you?"
"The only thing I understand is that you are not who I thought you were."
"Listen to me, Legolas. I don't want to do this any more than you do. But I have a duty to my people, to keep them safe!"
"I have a duty too, Elrond. I owe my life to Morgause-"
"Don't start, Legolas," Elrond said. "She isn't the glorious hero you somehow envision her as. She was playing out her time to kill you."
Legolas continued as if he didn't hear Elrond.
"I owe my life to Morgause and here I am, how convenient that I am suddenly presented with a situation where I can save her life in return."
"Don't do this, Legolas."
"Thank you for your hospitality, Elrond but I do not believe I will be seeing you soon or ever again, as a matter of fact," said Legolas, voice ringing with cold politeness.
"You cannot turn your back on your own people." Elrond rose from his chair. They stared at each other. Two elves, looking at each other with such anger and animosity. Then, Legolas turned swiftly and walked out, the door closing behind sounding just as cold as his voice. Elrond sank into his chair then suddenly jumped up again. He would have to stop Legolas. The minute he and the Black Dragon step out of the gates, a swarm of Igraine's men would be on them in an instant.
"Come on, Morgause, we have to leave." Morgause refused to move.
"Has someone slipped up then? Are we no longer safer here? Who's the traitor?"
"There is no traitor, Morgause. We just have to leave Rivendell as soon as possible," Legolas said hurriedly. Morgause felt she had no choice but to follow Legolas, her mind still in a bit of a blur. She vaguely remembered mounting Andulet, seeing Legolas mount his horse beside her.
"Legolas!" a voice cried. They both turned. Elrond was standing behind them, a hand raised. His ivory robes fluttered in the wind but his face did not match his serene stance.
"Igraine will capture you both before you take three steps from Rivendell. I command you to come back here, Legolas. You must if you wish to save your life and your..friend's." Legolas shook his head slightly.
"Goodbye Elrond," he whispered. The wind picked up his voice and Elrond heard it clearly, as if Legolas had whispered it into his ear. Legolas looked at Elrond once more, with no anger anymore, just sadness. Elrond, a firm friend of Thranduil and Legolas himself, he was running away from Elrond, the man who was almost a second father to him.
Legolas turned away and kicked his horse into a gallop, Andulet following suit. Elrond watched them go for a minute then turned around. There had been a squire behind him.
"Fetch your best trackers and best knights. Prepare horses, I believe they are going to be needed."
*Argh! I hope you guys don't mind, once again, I have seemed to have made Elrond very different. But think about it, wouldn't you have said the same things if you were in his position? He wants to keep his family, his friends, and his people safe and he does not know if he should trust Morgause or not, and he has good reason to. Elrond's old and wise, he knows all the things Igraine had done in the past that Legolas doesn't know about. Of course he wouldn't trust Morgause, heck, Morgause doesn't even trust herself sometimes! So all in all, please don't get angry at me for making Elrond who I believe in my opinion is a very sensible person who is compassionate and loving towards his people, he is NOT the bad guy! Oh, and I made up the fact that Thranduil went by 'Eagle Eyes' I don't know if that's even true at all but hey, all elves have good eyesight, right? Thanks for reading and bye for now!