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Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 23
Drinkers of Blood
Elladan woke up tied to a tree in the darkness. The only light was a puny fire flickering before his eyes. His head ached though, he had taken a hard blow. He was in one piece, but he could feel that his soroundings weren't good. He struggled with his bindings, but it was no good. He tried to give a hard tug, but he soon stopped... He could sense something watching him in the shadows...
"Show yourself!" He yelled, but the only reply was a snicker.
He tried to trace where the sound had originated, but it seemed to echoe across the area, so his attempt failed.
"Coward!" He said, trying to break free from the rope, but it was to strong.
"I am not a coward, elf," said a voice from above him. "I am merely playing with my food."
"What do you speak of?" Elladan yelled back.
Then his enemy dropped from the tree. It was definately female, dressed in black leather that was apparently made for battle. Her hair was white and long, and her eyes an unnatural green. She walked torwards Elladan, slowly...
"Who are you?" Elladan questioned quietly, struggling some more.
"Why must I answer to my dinner?" She asked, finally stopping unusally close to Elladan.
"What are you?" He asked in a whisper.
She lifted an arm and placed her pale hand on his cheek, and he looked down at the ground, excepting his death. She lifted the other hand and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Not many other creatures in this world could compared to the beauty of an Elf," she whispered lustily.
Elladan tried to pull away fro her touch, but he was bound to tightly. She then pulled her hand from his hair and brush a large mass of hair from his face revealing a wound he got from when he was captured. She leaned forward and let her tounge glide across the healing wound which was almost completly covered with a scab. She savored the lucious taste of blood in her mouth and then concentrated on how she was going to kill the captured elf.
"You aren't planning on taking this one for yourself, are you Vierra?" Said a voice in the shadows.
She turned and saw her brother coming into the pale light that was being produced from the small fire. He was tall and deathly pale with a handsome face. His hair was short and black, which was tightly brushed backwards. His eyes were green, as his sister's, and his clothes black leather and apparently for battle.
"I was just having an appetizer before the main course," she said smiling and taking her hands from Elladan's face.
"He is a great catch," said her brother.
"Yes, Morrir," Vierra said walking to him. "But almost to perfect to feed on."
"But we must, it's our only means of survival until we can find a way to break the curse," Morrir told her.
He then walked to Elladan and pulled his head up with his hand by placing it under his chin.
"We'll make it as fast as possible," he said and then leaned in to Elladan's neck and opened his mouth to bite.
Elladan's neck wasn't very tanned and smooth. Morrir rolled his tounge across the flesh before lgihtly biting and letting trickles of blood drop from the pierced skin. He got the flowing blood with when clean swipe of his tounge and then moved backward.
"He is fit for a King, Vierra," he said and motioned for her to come and feed with him.
"I don't want to die," Elladan said, his face turning red.
"Would you rather us drink you to near death and nurse you back? Then we would just feed on you again when you are healed," Vierra said. "It is kind of us to end it for you now. We are helping you end your cursed immortality, you will thank us in the end."
"Back away from him demons!" Yelled a voice from the shadows.
The brother and sister turned to see Legolas with and arrow pointed at Vierra. He slowly stepped forward and two more elves slowly crept out o fhte darkness behind them, both carrying swords. One was female and the other was a male indentical to the one they were feeding on.
"Who are you?" Morrir asked.
"That is unimportant," Elrohir said. "Let him go?"
"Never, you fools!" Vierra told them.
"Then you shall die!" Arwen yelled and took a leap, aiming her sword at Vierra.
Vierra didn't move, she just reached behind her back with impossible speed and drew a sword and parried Arwen's attack. Legolas then tried to aim for Vierra while Arwen and her were struggling to gain control over the others sword.
Morrir wasn't going to let Legolas do that, so he lunged at him and wrapped his hand around the blonde's neck. Legolas struggled, but Morrir soon let go, screaming in pain and clutching his arm. Legolas took his hand and wrapped it around his neck to try and cool the heat around it. Legolas looked down to see his necklace that Elrohir had bought him sizzling from Morrir's touch.
"They have protection Vierra!" Morrir yelled. "They have a witch's protection!"
Legolas yanked the necklace off and held it in front of him. He then slowly moved towards Morrir, who backed slowly up against a tree trunk.
"Get it away from me!" He yelled, but Legolas wouldn't, biw that he found a way to stop them...
Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 23
Drinkers of Blood
Elladan woke up tied to a tree in the darkness. The only light was a puny fire flickering before his eyes. His head ached though, he had taken a hard blow. He was in one piece, but he could feel that his soroundings weren't good. He struggled with his bindings, but it was no good. He tried to give a hard tug, but he soon stopped... He could sense something watching him in the shadows...
"Show yourself!" He yelled, but the only reply was a snicker.
He tried to trace where the sound had originated, but it seemed to echoe across the area, so his attempt failed.
"Coward!" He said, trying to break free from the rope, but it was to strong.
"I am not a coward, elf," said a voice from above him. "I am merely playing with my food."
"What do you speak of?" Elladan yelled back.
Then his enemy dropped from the tree. It was definately female, dressed in black leather that was apparently made for battle. Her hair was white and long, and her eyes an unnatural green. She walked torwards Elladan, slowly...
"Who are you?" Elladan questioned quietly, struggling some more.
"Why must I answer to my dinner?" She asked, finally stopping unusally close to Elladan.
"What are you?" He asked in a whisper.
She lifted an arm and placed her pale hand on his cheek, and he looked down at the ground, excepting his death. She lifted the other hand and ran her fingers through his hair.
"Not many other creatures in this world could compared to the beauty of an Elf," she whispered lustily.
Elladan tried to pull away fro her touch, but he was bound to tightly. She then pulled her hand from his hair and brush a large mass of hair from his face revealing a wound he got from when he was captured. She leaned forward and let her tounge glide across the healing wound which was almost completly covered with a scab. She savored the lucious taste of blood in her mouth and then concentrated on how she was going to kill the captured elf.
"You aren't planning on taking this one for yourself, are you Vierra?" Said a voice in the shadows.
She turned and saw her brother coming into the pale light that was being produced from the small fire. He was tall and deathly pale with a handsome face. His hair was short and black, which was tightly brushed backwards. His eyes were green, as his sister's, and his clothes black leather and apparently for battle.
"I was just having an appetizer before the main course," she said smiling and taking her hands from Elladan's face.
"He is a great catch," said her brother.
"Yes, Morrir," Vierra said walking to him. "But almost to perfect to feed on."
"But we must, it's our only means of survival until we can find a way to break the curse," Morrir told her.
He then walked to Elladan and pulled his head up with his hand by placing it under his chin.
"We'll make it as fast as possible," he said and then leaned in to Elladan's neck and opened his mouth to bite.
Elladan's neck wasn't very tanned and smooth. Morrir rolled his tounge across the flesh before lgihtly biting and letting trickles of blood drop from the pierced skin. He got the flowing blood with when clean swipe of his tounge and then moved backward.
"He is fit for a King, Vierra," he said and motioned for her to come and feed with him.
"I don't want to die," Elladan said, his face turning red.
"Would you rather us drink you to near death and nurse you back? Then we would just feed on you again when you are healed," Vierra said. "It is kind of us to end it for you now. We are helping you end your cursed immortality, you will thank us in the end."
"Back away from him demons!" Yelled a voice from the shadows.
The brother and sister turned to see Legolas with and arrow pointed at Vierra. He slowly stepped forward and two more elves slowly crept out o fhte darkness behind them, both carrying swords. One was female and the other was a male indentical to the one they were feeding on.
"Who are you?" Morrir asked.
"That is unimportant," Elrohir said. "Let him go?"
"Never, you fools!" Vierra told them.
"Then you shall die!" Arwen yelled and took a leap, aiming her sword at Vierra.
Vierra didn't move, she just reached behind her back with impossible speed and drew a sword and parried Arwen's attack. Legolas then tried to aim for Vierra while Arwen and her were struggling to gain control over the others sword.
Morrir wasn't going to let Legolas do that, so he lunged at him and wrapped his hand around the blonde's neck. Legolas struggled, but Morrir soon let go, screaming in pain and clutching his arm. Legolas took his hand and wrapped it around his neck to try and cool the heat around it. Legolas looked down to see his necklace that Elrohir had bought him sizzling from Morrir's touch.
"They have protection Vierra!" Morrir yelled. "They have a witch's protection!"
Legolas yanked the necklace off and held it in front of him. He then slowly moved towards Morrir, who backed slowly up against a tree trunk.
"Get it away from me!" He yelled, but Legolas wouldn't, biw that he found a way to stop them...