Author's notes: Some scary Legolas scenes.
I mean oh man, SCARY elf boy.
"Legolas?! Oh please wake up!"
The effort it took to just turn his pale haired head to the side was terrible. Saruman's spell had worked more quickly than even he had expected. In the space of a day Legolas had gone from basically healthy, to his current disquieted state. He talked much in his sleep and his fever had risen to far higher that it should have been, especially for an elf. Legolas' body was not in anyway fit to hold up under such a ferocious internal attack.
The elf looked weakly at Pippin, his eyes half glazed. Pain was written in his eyes.
"How do you feel?" Pippin asked, taking his hand, "Oh! You're cold as ice!"
All color had long since fled the elf's cheeks and lips. He hooked to be on the very brink of death.
"The trees Peregrin --- it is so quiet --- I miss the trees."
"Would you like me to sing to you?"
"No. I want you to go." He put a hand over the bracelet on Pippin's wrist. A white light poured from his hand and on his face was a great fierceness and concentration, as if he were grappling with a terrible foe. Pippin looked upon him with wonder, for he was no longer a simple wood elf, the light had transfigured him into a great lord. He as revealed then as the prince he was. The moment passed and Legolas gasped for breath, and Pippin's bracelet fell with a sharp clang to the floor. The door swung open as if pushed by an invisible hand.
"You are free Pippin. Run!"
"No, I will not leave you here!" Pippin cried.
"Don't be fool, leave me now, or Mithrandir would have my head!"
"No, I will," Saruman stood in the door. "Gandalf is outside this tower even as I speak. How did you do it Elfling? Tell me! How did you call him forth?"
Legolas turned onto his back and looked fixedly at the ceiling, apparently intent on pretending Saruman was not there.
Pippin suddenly found himself unable to draw breath. It was as if strong hands were squeezing his throat very hard.
"Tell me or the halfling dies!"
In one fluid motion the elf was out of his bed and before Saruman's face, all trace of weariness gone. Hate was on his fair visage and burned like a brand in his eyes. His lips curled in anger, "You leave him be Saruman."
"Tell me!"
"Let him be and I will."
Saruman thought this over, "Fine," he spat and released Pippin.
As soon as the wizard's attention was averted, the elfin prince struck him a powerful backhanded blow.
"RUN PIPPIN!" Legolas screamed and Pippin did not argue.
Saruman picked himself up off the floor, "You will pay for that dearly Elfling. Your life is forfeit."
Legolas smiled bitterly, "I do not care Saruman. If I do not break you, Mithrandir will."
"Silence!"
Legolas stood before Saruman as a warrior. Awaiting his death.