Chapter 8
Ending
The face of Galderial held sway in Legolas's vision; her sad face faded and changed shape into the crying form of Arwen. Crying over the still form of a man, others lay still nearby and the city of Rivendell lay burnt and broke around her.
"Put it on"
Obediently Legolas lifted the chain from around his neck and undid the clasp, allowing the chain fell through his fingers like water falling into the abyss.
"Put it on" the voice of Sauron's sprit commanded.
Legolas fingered the Ring feeling its power and hearing it hissing words.
Arwen lifted her gaze from the limp form of her father towards the arrival of company, and Legolas saw himself enter the broken Elven city, unhurt untouched, emotionless, cold, hard and ruthless. Afraid Arwen crawled away.
"That's right daughter of Elrond, crawl no one can save you now"
Legolas watched in horror as he approached the unarmed Elf maiden, drawing his knives.
"Put it on. Feel the power"
Darkness, his eyes could not pierce it. A strong breeze slammed into his side stripping his long hair from his face, causing it to bellow out behind him.
"All Sauron needs is this Ring to cover the world in a second darkness"
He was not alive to witness the first darkness but he had heard many stories and songs, mostly of the ending but it was clear that would he could or could not see would be the future should he fail.
"You will share my power"
He stared at the long slender hands clad with golden rings and jewels, yet somehow he knew it was a lie.
"You can not weld it, no one can. The Ring answers to Sauron alone"
"Put it on"
A voice inside his head spoke: "No"
"Together we will conquer the world"
"He lies, cast it into the fire"
"Don't be a fool"
"Where have I heard that before?"
*Flashback*
"What happened after that, my Lord?" "Patience little Legolas I will tell you"
'"Quickly Isildur follow me" The younger Elrond lead Isildur up the winding path into the mountain and onto the very path where Legolas stood some three thousand years later. "Cast into the fire, Isildur!" The man did not move, he continued to stare at his new jewel, his eyes wide and hungry. "No" he man whispered. "Isildur!" The man turned and began to walk away. "Don't be a fool!" Elrond shouted trying to stop the man leaving. Isildur paused and spun towards the Elf. Elrond was surprised at the speed in which the Ring had corrupted the man, but he held his ground as the man stepped towards him, his eyes filled with some strange madness. "I am no fool, I am King" he whispered dangerously.'
Elrond's face fell, his expression was hard to read but the glitter in his eyes told the younger Elves that he felt bitter about the events and would never quite forgive the race of men.
*End of flashback*
"Your dreams will be fulfilled" Sauron's voice continued to hiss.
Once again images of a powerful, rich ruler of an Elf king passed across Legolas' eyes. He started long into his own eyes and shrank back, his mind made up. Never would he allow himself to be so cold, empty and dead. As soon as he shrank away he watched the image of himself screech, his rich clothing darkened, and his face became hidden under a black hood - he would become a Nazgúl.
"NO"
His watering, blinding eyes snapped opened suddenly, and from somewhere he would never discover came the strength and light of the Elves, reaching him even in the darkest places of the Earth. The Eye of Sauron drew back, its only eye blinded by the brilliance of the light. And basked in the Elven light Legolas found the courage to throw the weight from his numbing fingers into the fires below.
Abruptly the ground shook and the fires leapt and in the darkness that finally invalided Legolas' mind he heard the Sprit of Sauron scream in death as the eye that once haunted his dreams burnt itself in a fiery fury, never to be seen again.
Outside the gates the Captain's saw the Tower of Barad-dûr crumple and fall into dusk, the bottom floors collapsing under the strain for the other floors above. Behind the mountain of Mt. Doom gushed out fire, smoke and ash. Dust clouds raced towards the Captains and the host who scream and screeched, the dust seemed to scold and burn them alive. Quickly and mercilessly the dust clouds passed through the company not leaving any remains of the orcs or host in sight, all that remained were the bleak land of Mordor and the mountain in the distance.
The Men were stunned and no one spoke, they looked around themselves not quite believing what had just happened.
Éomer strode where the Black Gates once stood and stared into the distance, his face changing from confusion to joy and great relief. He turned and addressed the men.
"My comrades, the battle is over, the evil of Sauron has been defeated!"
The men cheered and cried, throwing up their arms, their weapons blood stained. Above them the Eagles sung and swooped low amongst the cheering men.
"Its over me laddie" Gilmi cheered lifting Pippin over his short head before returning him to the floor and hugging him in an unusual burst of emotion from the dwarf.
Aragorn could only half smile; through his exhaustion he felt a deep pain and weakness overcome him. He lent on his sword struggling to control his raw emotions.
"Aragorn?" Pippin asked, concerned. "Are you wounded, Strider?"
"It is not a wound that can be seen by any mortal of Elven eye master Peregrin" Gandalf brushed past helping Aragorn to his feet. He whispered something in Aragorn's ear that Pippin could not catch. Then Aragorn stood up as strongly as Pippin could remember him being when they were first faced with the evils of the battle; strong and tall as a King should be.
Once Aragorn had disappeared out of ear shot Gilmi and Pippin threw quizzical glances at both Aragorn and Gandalf, then towards the East where Legolas had fulfilled his quest. "Both Legolas and Aragorn were very close friends, they shared a special bond." Gandalf looked down upon his smaller companions. "Like Arwen, Legolas gave a gift to Aragorn, a gift that was irreplaceable and priceless, but was not symbolised with any jewel or marking. Legolas had given him a piece of his soul and in return Aragorn shared his soul with Legolas."
Gilmi cocked his head, confused.
"It is rare that any Elf should do such a thing, especially to a mortal. Only until now I have heard of this being done as an act of eternal love between two Elves, so where ever they may be they can always be together. With Legolas and Aragorn it is in a very strong friendship that the pair has chosen to do this. So even though Legolas has not been traveling with us, he has always been here."
"So that explains why he has been acting strangely" Pippin whispered.
"Indeed. His journey since departing us has been hard and dangerous, and on many occasions he has struggled needing to the soothed and reassured by Aragorn"
Gandalf watched Aragorn pass from man to man helping the wounded.
"Though he hides it, he is hurting. His 'soul mate' has been through some traumatic events, the Ring constantly challenging him, though Legolas has won it has cost him his life. And now part of Aragorn is forever missing"
"Dead?" Gilmi hoarsely whispered.
Gandalf nodded. "He knew it would be so"
"This quest will take his life. You know it will"
End
A/N: Tee- hee I'm nasty. Seriously I didn't really know how to end the fic, so I left the ending semi open. I've done this to allow all you peeps out there to ponder and also I have given myself the chance to write a sequel if I want to.
Thoughts? Good of bad, all welcome. Either click review below or mail be at: rosemaryabaker89@hotmail.com
Sorry Soppy Hobbit I killed off (kina) one of your fave characters - but don't worry peeps Legolas is alive in other fics of mine, sort of heart wrenching but that's me! Check out: "My heart that bleeds", "Fear returns" and look out I have more stuff in the making!
Rosie xxx
Ending
The face of Galderial held sway in Legolas's vision; her sad face faded and changed shape into the crying form of Arwen. Crying over the still form of a man, others lay still nearby and the city of Rivendell lay burnt and broke around her.
"Put it on"
Obediently Legolas lifted the chain from around his neck and undid the clasp, allowing the chain fell through his fingers like water falling into the abyss.
"Put it on" the voice of Sauron's sprit commanded.
Legolas fingered the Ring feeling its power and hearing it hissing words.
Arwen lifted her gaze from the limp form of her father towards the arrival of company, and Legolas saw himself enter the broken Elven city, unhurt untouched, emotionless, cold, hard and ruthless. Afraid Arwen crawled away.
"That's right daughter of Elrond, crawl no one can save you now"
Legolas watched in horror as he approached the unarmed Elf maiden, drawing his knives.
"Put it on. Feel the power"
Darkness, his eyes could not pierce it. A strong breeze slammed into his side stripping his long hair from his face, causing it to bellow out behind him.
"All Sauron needs is this Ring to cover the world in a second darkness"
He was not alive to witness the first darkness but he had heard many stories and songs, mostly of the ending but it was clear that would he could or could not see would be the future should he fail.
"You will share my power"
He stared at the long slender hands clad with golden rings and jewels, yet somehow he knew it was a lie.
"You can not weld it, no one can. The Ring answers to Sauron alone"
"Put it on"
A voice inside his head spoke: "No"
"Together we will conquer the world"
"He lies, cast it into the fire"
"Don't be a fool"
"Where have I heard that before?"
*Flashback*
"What happened after that, my Lord?" "Patience little Legolas I will tell you"
'"Quickly Isildur follow me" The younger Elrond lead Isildur up the winding path into the mountain and onto the very path where Legolas stood some three thousand years later. "Cast into the fire, Isildur!" The man did not move, he continued to stare at his new jewel, his eyes wide and hungry. "No" he man whispered. "Isildur!" The man turned and began to walk away. "Don't be a fool!" Elrond shouted trying to stop the man leaving. Isildur paused and spun towards the Elf. Elrond was surprised at the speed in which the Ring had corrupted the man, but he held his ground as the man stepped towards him, his eyes filled with some strange madness. "I am no fool, I am King" he whispered dangerously.'
Elrond's face fell, his expression was hard to read but the glitter in his eyes told the younger Elves that he felt bitter about the events and would never quite forgive the race of men.
*End of flashback*
"Your dreams will be fulfilled" Sauron's voice continued to hiss.
Once again images of a powerful, rich ruler of an Elf king passed across Legolas' eyes. He started long into his own eyes and shrank back, his mind made up. Never would he allow himself to be so cold, empty and dead. As soon as he shrank away he watched the image of himself screech, his rich clothing darkened, and his face became hidden under a black hood - he would become a Nazgúl.
"NO"
His watering, blinding eyes snapped opened suddenly, and from somewhere he would never discover came the strength and light of the Elves, reaching him even in the darkest places of the Earth. The Eye of Sauron drew back, its only eye blinded by the brilliance of the light. And basked in the Elven light Legolas found the courage to throw the weight from his numbing fingers into the fires below.
Abruptly the ground shook and the fires leapt and in the darkness that finally invalided Legolas' mind he heard the Sprit of Sauron scream in death as the eye that once haunted his dreams burnt itself in a fiery fury, never to be seen again.
Outside the gates the Captain's saw the Tower of Barad-dûr crumple and fall into dusk, the bottom floors collapsing under the strain for the other floors above. Behind the mountain of Mt. Doom gushed out fire, smoke and ash. Dust clouds raced towards the Captains and the host who scream and screeched, the dust seemed to scold and burn them alive. Quickly and mercilessly the dust clouds passed through the company not leaving any remains of the orcs or host in sight, all that remained were the bleak land of Mordor and the mountain in the distance.
The Men were stunned and no one spoke, they looked around themselves not quite believing what had just happened.
Éomer strode where the Black Gates once stood and stared into the distance, his face changing from confusion to joy and great relief. He turned and addressed the men.
"My comrades, the battle is over, the evil of Sauron has been defeated!"
The men cheered and cried, throwing up their arms, their weapons blood stained. Above them the Eagles sung and swooped low amongst the cheering men.
"Its over me laddie" Gilmi cheered lifting Pippin over his short head before returning him to the floor and hugging him in an unusual burst of emotion from the dwarf.
Aragorn could only half smile; through his exhaustion he felt a deep pain and weakness overcome him. He lent on his sword struggling to control his raw emotions.
"Aragorn?" Pippin asked, concerned. "Are you wounded, Strider?"
"It is not a wound that can be seen by any mortal of Elven eye master Peregrin" Gandalf brushed past helping Aragorn to his feet. He whispered something in Aragorn's ear that Pippin could not catch. Then Aragorn stood up as strongly as Pippin could remember him being when they were first faced with the evils of the battle; strong and tall as a King should be.
Once Aragorn had disappeared out of ear shot Gilmi and Pippin threw quizzical glances at both Aragorn and Gandalf, then towards the East where Legolas had fulfilled his quest. "Both Legolas and Aragorn were very close friends, they shared a special bond." Gandalf looked down upon his smaller companions. "Like Arwen, Legolas gave a gift to Aragorn, a gift that was irreplaceable and priceless, but was not symbolised with any jewel or marking. Legolas had given him a piece of his soul and in return Aragorn shared his soul with Legolas."
Gilmi cocked his head, confused.
"It is rare that any Elf should do such a thing, especially to a mortal. Only until now I have heard of this being done as an act of eternal love between two Elves, so where ever they may be they can always be together. With Legolas and Aragorn it is in a very strong friendship that the pair has chosen to do this. So even though Legolas has not been traveling with us, he has always been here."
"So that explains why he has been acting strangely" Pippin whispered.
"Indeed. His journey since departing us has been hard and dangerous, and on many occasions he has struggled needing to the soothed and reassured by Aragorn"
Gandalf watched Aragorn pass from man to man helping the wounded.
"Though he hides it, he is hurting. His 'soul mate' has been through some traumatic events, the Ring constantly challenging him, though Legolas has won it has cost him his life. And now part of Aragorn is forever missing"
"Dead?" Gilmi hoarsely whispered.
Gandalf nodded. "He knew it would be so"
"This quest will take his life. You know it will"
End
A/N: Tee- hee I'm nasty. Seriously I didn't really know how to end the fic, so I left the ending semi open. I've done this to allow all you peeps out there to ponder and also I have given myself the chance to write a sequel if I want to.
Thoughts? Good of bad, all welcome. Either click review below or mail be at: rosemaryabaker89@hotmail.com
Sorry Soppy Hobbit I killed off (kina) one of your fave characters - but don't worry peeps Legolas is alive in other fics of mine, sort of heart wrenching but that's me! Check out: "My heart that bleeds", "Fear returns" and look out I have more stuff in the making!
Rosie xxx