Two hours earlier in Mirkwood, Middle Earth
There was a presence of some kind lurking in Legolas's mind. He had been revaluating his entire existence. He didn't understand what he wanted and he didn't like the pressure he was under. His father's eyes where always upon him making sure his was prince like. He didn't want it anymore. I mean sure being royalty had its advantages, money, cool weapons, and vacations to Mordor and to visit his cousins, tons of elf girls were in love with him.
Yet, none of them loved him. They loved his money, fame or his looks. Possible some liked a combination. He sat in the garden room, with high arches, yet no actually ceiling. He looked up at the sun, and then down at his long slender hands. He couldn't grasp the sky, never would he touch the stars. What was his purpose these days? His life had no purpose at all anymore. He was nothing to himself or his father.
"Prince Legolas! We've found some creatures roaming the forest. We've contained them for you sir." Elrond Calafalas said with his deep voice that shook the room. He lead in behind him six demons tied with rope on the arms and ankles. Huor and Oronar followed Elrond and the demons with arrows ready to fire in case they tried anything.
"They are demons." Legolas said walking towards them. "I've read, in the more modern text about them," He smiled half heartedly, and some of his troubles eased, "Aren't they as fascinating as anything ever seen." His eyes blazed with newfound excitement, "As amazing as the sun setting and rising, as the plants and animals."
"Thanks sir." One demon said. "They talk?" Huor questioned. "Of course they do, they are not no mere illiteracy. They are demons. They can tell us how they arrived here." Legolas said not to be questioned by anyone.
*The Questioning*
Legolas sat in his throne like chair that was part of a huge tree extending to high to see. In front of him was the most intelligent demon, and the most honest, as far as his elves could tell.
"How did you get here?"
"This guy, Angelus, he told us this line to a porthole opening spell. He must have lied or something because it was supposed to open up the porthole to Fathamen."
"Why would you want to go to Fathamen?"
"We wanted to release these dragon like demons in LA. It would be funny to see the people scream."
"Have you killed humans before?"
"Plenty…I need them to eat…I am quite hungry…have humans?"
"No! You disgust me. You have not a single drop of righteousness in your filthy carcass."
"I am evil. But not as evil as Angelus… he has killed tons more humans then me….and he is ya know evil and stuff!"
"Where can I find him? Where can I kill him?" Legolas sneered fiercely.
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It was night in Los Angelus still and the air stood still, and was warming up slightly, or maybe it was just a climate change for the twelve elves standing in their cloaks of green velvet. "This place, it is different." An elf said trying to get back into the porthole.
"No, we will not go in to the porthole, however, we will leave it open and Elrond will watch the gate. No one shall enter, and no one shall leave. If any of you, you whom are my best fighters back out, it is off of Mirkwood's finest. You will no longer remain in my presence, Understand." Legolas was strong, and they listened to him. He was the best archer ever known to them. They feared him, trusted him, honored him, and above all admired him. He would always have victory.
The elves prepared for battle. Reading for war. The game plan was simple. Kill demons, kill Angelus, and bring down evil. "Legolas, why is this our concern. We have nothing to do here, or with these humans!" Elrond spoke out.
"It should be done, these people need to experience safety, they are not immortal. They deserve something!" But really Legolas didn't want to go home. He wanted to prove himself to his father, and he wanted to relieve stress while killing the bad.
"Every one pair up! I will go alone. We will meet here at daybreak. I do not want any one dead. Fire from afar. No combat, no bloodshed. Kill them and go on your way."
* * * * * *
There was a presence of some kind lurking in Legolas's mind. He had been revaluating his entire existence. He didn't understand what he wanted and he didn't like the pressure he was under. His father's eyes where always upon him making sure his was prince like. He didn't want it anymore. I mean sure being royalty had its advantages, money, cool weapons, and vacations to Mordor and to visit his cousins, tons of elf girls were in love with him.
Yet, none of them loved him. They loved his money, fame or his looks. Possible some liked a combination. He sat in the garden room, with high arches, yet no actually ceiling. He looked up at the sun, and then down at his long slender hands. He couldn't grasp the sky, never would he touch the stars. What was his purpose these days? His life had no purpose at all anymore. He was nothing to himself or his father.
"Prince Legolas! We've found some creatures roaming the forest. We've contained them for you sir." Elrond Calafalas said with his deep voice that shook the room. He lead in behind him six demons tied with rope on the arms and ankles. Huor and Oronar followed Elrond and the demons with arrows ready to fire in case they tried anything.
"They are demons." Legolas said walking towards them. "I've read, in the more modern text about them," He smiled half heartedly, and some of his troubles eased, "Aren't they as fascinating as anything ever seen." His eyes blazed with newfound excitement, "As amazing as the sun setting and rising, as the plants and animals."
"Thanks sir." One demon said. "They talk?" Huor questioned. "Of course they do, they are not no mere illiteracy. They are demons. They can tell us how they arrived here." Legolas said not to be questioned by anyone.
*The Questioning*
Legolas sat in his throne like chair that was part of a huge tree extending to high to see. In front of him was the most intelligent demon, and the most honest, as far as his elves could tell.
"How did you get here?"
"This guy, Angelus, he told us this line to a porthole opening spell. He must have lied or something because it was supposed to open up the porthole to Fathamen."
"Why would you want to go to Fathamen?"
"We wanted to release these dragon like demons in LA. It would be funny to see the people scream."
"Have you killed humans before?"
"Plenty…I need them to eat…I am quite hungry…have humans?"
"No! You disgust me. You have not a single drop of righteousness in your filthy carcass."
"I am evil. But not as evil as Angelus… he has killed tons more humans then me….and he is ya know evil and stuff!"
"Where can I find him? Where can I kill him?" Legolas sneered fiercely.
* * * * *
It was night in Los Angelus still and the air stood still, and was warming up slightly, or maybe it was just a climate change for the twelve elves standing in their cloaks of green velvet. "This place, it is different." An elf said trying to get back into the porthole.
"No, we will not go in to the porthole, however, we will leave it open and Elrond will watch the gate. No one shall enter, and no one shall leave. If any of you, you whom are my best fighters back out, it is off of Mirkwood's finest. You will no longer remain in my presence, Understand." Legolas was strong, and they listened to him. He was the best archer ever known to them. They feared him, trusted him, honored him, and above all admired him. He would always have victory.
The elves prepared for battle. Reading for war. The game plan was simple. Kill demons, kill Angelus, and bring down evil. "Legolas, why is this our concern. We have nothing to do here, or with these humans!" Elrond spoke out.
"It should be done, these people need to experience safety, they are not immortal. They deserve something!" But really Legolas didn't want to go home. He wanted to prove himself to his father, and he wanted to relieve stress while killing the bad.
"Every one pair up! I will go alone. We will meet here at daybreak. I do not want any one dead. Fire from afar. No combat, no bloodshed. Kill them and go on your way."
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