Author ~ Halo Son
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?! The characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them! Also Avellana and Zorro belong to me, as well as several other made up characters.
Author's Note ~ This is the final story in the trilogy. I hope everyone likes it and thinks it is a good closing from the trilogy, I think it is.
Summary ~ The sequel to 'Darkness Haunting.' Just when things start to become calm again, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir are thrown into the deep end when they discover Aragorn has disappeared from Rivendell. Fearing the human has gone to find the demon, Muerte, and kill him once and for all for vengeance, Legolas hurries to find him with Elladan and Elrohir close behind. But as they get closer to the shadow of the demon, could the call of vengeance become too strong for any of them to resist?
WARNING ~ This fic contains accounts of torture and violent/tesne situations. If you don't like those kind of fics, DO NOT read this story. And another thing, there is absolutely NO romance in this story, got it? Not only is this story, like the two before it, dark and angsty, but I can't write romance to save my life!
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~~....~~ - Indicates words spoken previously, flashback
'....' - Indicates thoughts
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The Lord Of The Rings
The Call Of Vengeance
Chapter 7-Of A Ring And Explanations
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I've had many trials in my life
But this is the greatest thus far
How far will I go
To make things right, to make things true?
There's only one ending to this, I know
I know what must be done
But will your eyes see it?
Will your heart allow it?
For the sake of all
Let me do what must be done
Let me do what must be done
--------Halo Son
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"Estel...you *LET* Muerte take over Imladris...our home?!" Elladan was practically seething, a horrid sense of betrayal in his voice that even scared him deeply.
"I had no choice." Aragorn replied in a choked whisper as he led the captured group into the valley of Rivendell and towards the towering structures of home. "I'm sorry...I had now choice..."
Elladan could not help the building anger inside him and he was frightened by it. He loved Estel, he was his younger brother, but Imladris was their home and had been for their whole lives. To see it as such now froze his heart.
The young humans were staring at the scene all around them with wide eyes and fallen mouths. Simply by knowing that this was the home of their elven friends they knew that Rivendell must be a place of stunning beauty, but to see it now darkened and ruined by the foul works of the orcs and of the demon himself sent anger welling inside of them too. For they knew how much it hurt to see your homes being destroyed and mangled into something you did not recognise anymore.
Aragorn led the group into the halls of Imladris where orcs sneered and taunted the captive elves. Pure rage was building in everyone's hearts, but none more so than Aragorn. His fists were clenched at his side so much so his knuckles were completely drained of colour.
~~If you had to, for the sake of everything and everyone you cared for, would you kill me?~~
Aragorn's question to Legolas kept plaguing his mind, as did Legolas' responce.
~~What do you mean would I kill you?! Of course I wouldn't kill you! You're my friend!~~
'Our friendship blocks you from what, in the end, maybe the only way to end this madness my friend.'
~~Legolas...what if you had to? For the sake of everyone you cared for?~~
~~Aragorn stop this now! If you think that the end of this is going to lead to your death then your wrong! I will not kill you, nor will anyone else!~~
'And your right Legolas...no one will dare kill me...not even Muerte...now after what he's done to me...before I found you...'
Aragorn glanced behind him and unintentionally caught Legolas' eyes. Silver and blue stared into the other's depths for a moment before the silver eyes conceeded and turned away. A hint of sorrow, not expressed before, was evident in the man's eyes.
'Nay...in the end...it will all be down to me. All of this...'twas my fault it all started...I must be the one to correct it...no matter what becomes of me.'
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Muerte's face broke into a snister grin as he saw Aragorn approach with his captive friends, old and new. Stepping briskly across the great hall, the demon stopped infront of the ranger.
"I was beginning to wonder when you would arrive home Elmorn." He said, his eyes narrowing in horrid delight. "And I see you have brought expected friends."
Muerte turned his head, calling over a few orcs, "Take the young humans away, I will see them later, for the moment I only have interest in Elmorn and his elven company."
The orcs sneered at Zorro and his human friends, an inviting and silent plea in their gaze. Aragorn knew what they wanted and fixed Muerte with a deadly glare. Muerte only smirked but gave the orcs a stare that said they were being denied of what they wanted.
As the orcs took Zorro, Avellana and the other young humans away down one of the halls, Muerte turned his attention back upon Aragorn and the elves.
"I hope young elves, you do not mind that I and my companions have paid you a...unexpected visit." His voice was laced with a kind of glee that mocked those the words were spoken to.
Elladan's fists clenched tightly by his side and grinded his teeth together, a wild and feral look in his eyes, as did Glorfindel, Legolas, Elrohir and Aragorn. Muerte raised an eyebrow when silence was all that responded to him.
"Nothing to say?" Silence greeted him once more. "Shame, I was hoping you would have of at least said something."
"What would you have us say?" Legolas asked with narrowed eyes.
"AIIE!!" Elrohir suddenly cried, his eyes wide with a cold terror that swept over him and a hand to his open mouth. "Vilya!!!"
Muerte smirked and nodded his head, sitting down in a nearby chair and purposely left both his clawed hands uncovered for the elves to see. For residing on the demon's left hand on one of the fingers, was Vilya the ring of Air.
The elves' eyes widened in shock and Aragorn turned his head away. To have the precious Vilya a captive too of the demon was horrifying news. Who knew what Muerte could do with it. It was a terror everyone dreaded to think about, one of the rings of power getting into the filthy claws of the enemy.
"What have you done to ada?!" Elladan demanded.
"You're ada is fine." He was tempted to say 'for the moment', but kept his tongue. "I have not harmed him."
Muerte then stood up and walked up to Elrohir. He smirked and gripped the elf's chin tightly.
"Well...I am not surprised you are here young one." He smirked in a way that made fear well within Elrohir. "How fair you Elrohir?"
"You keep your horrid claws off my brother!" Elladan growled, pushing himself inbetween Muerte and Elrohir, his eyes narrowing in a blazing fire and overwhelming drive to protect his twin. Elrohir had hurt once and Elladan would be damned if he would let his twin get hurt again.
Muerte turned his chilling gaze to Elladan, but the elder twin was too focused on the anger boiling inside of him at the demon to be fazed by his sinister look.
"You must be Elladan." He spoke lowly. "I would watch your tongue if I were you."
"I would watch how you approach my brother." Elladan replied in a matched low tone.
Muerte's eyes narrowed further and suddenly the demon struck Elladan hard across his face, felling the elf. Elrohir cried and knelt by Elladan, helping him back to his feet and glaring at Muerte, as did Aragorn.
"Leave my brothers be! You swore to me none of them would be harmed!"
"I have not harmed him." Muerte replied with a wicked grin. "Merely given him a warning. Do not worry so Elmorn, everything will be fine."
The demon ran a hand through Aragorn's raven black hair and let his fingertips touch the man's face, but Aragorn pulled back sharply in disgust, the close presence of evil making him shudder and still raw memories making his blood boil in rage. Glorfindel had to step forward and grab Legolas' shoulder when Muerte made that loathing affectionate gesture to Aragorn, for the elf prince had almost lose control of his fury and had stepped forward to engage the demon.
"Be still Legolas..." Glorfindel whispered to Legolas.
Legolas bit down hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood and breathing heavily to try and regain control of his anger but finding it very difficult. He glanced at the twins and saw that they too felt the same way.
Muerte stepped away and ran his fingers along Vilya.
"Take your friends away Elmorn, I will call for you later."
Aragorn narrowed his eyes at Muerte's back and turned away, leading the elves down one of the halls, several orcs following as guards.
Elladan's hands suddenly grabbed both his shoulders and spun the man around. Silver eyes met those of the elder twin's and they bore into the man's.
"How did Muerte get Vilya?!" Elladan demanded harshly. "Tell me Estel!"
Aragorn turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut. His breathing was hitched and fierce guilt flooded through his body.
"Muerte used me to get what he wanted." Aragorn swallowed hard. "Ada would not see me die as Muerte promised if he did not get as he wished." He wrenched himself free of Elladan's grasp. "It was my fault."
"How could it have been your fault Strider?" Legolas asked, walking forward a placing a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Has I not let myself be taken captive by Muerte again the elves of Rivendell could have defended their home! With me in his clutches none of them dared attack, so it was my fault and do not tell me otherwise!"
The orcs following the elves hissed in annoyence that they had stopped and made their presence known. Aragorn glanced back at them and gestured for the elves to follow him. He took them to one of the cellars and led them inside, the orcs jeering at them all the way. Inside the same cellar were Zorro and the other young humans and several other elves including Celboril, Moranuen and Lord Elrond. They were now captives in their own home. They all looked up as Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel entered. Elrond's eyes found Aragorn standing at the bottom of the stairs of the cellar.
"Estel..."
Aragorn looked up as he heard his name being called, but when he saw the elf lord staring at him he quickly averted his gaze. He suffered so much guilt he could no longer look at his foster father and so instead turned his head downwards and closed his eyes.
"I am sorry." He whispered, to everyone there and not just to Elrond. "Somehow I will change all this. I swear by the valar I will find a way to correct all that has happened and finish Muerte...somehow..."
'I already know a way...'
Aragorn turned and ascended the stairs and emerged back out from the cellar, vaguely hearing the orcs close the door and lock it and took vigils of guarding their captives.
'But I know you would all rather die before you let me do it...if you knew what Muerte had done...'
Aragorn wandered aimlessly down the hallways, looking at how the orcs were talking amongst themselves and cheering at their triumph of overcoming the elves of Rivendell. The man shivered.
'If I can find no other way...' He sighed heavily, shaking his head and gazing out a nearby window, watching the sun fall low from the sky as night approached. 'If I find no other way....you will have to let me do what needs to be done...for that I am sorry.'
TBC...
*points* LOOK! LOOK AT THAT! It's the next chapter of a fic I bet you all thought you'd never see again!
And you had all better be thankful! I worked my socks off to do it for you all! Yes I know you've waited long enough for it, but I've been SO busy!
I've had tonnes of extra college work to do, I've been working on DH with Bill AND I've been packing to get ready for when I move house next week! *sighs and collapses* But I've SOMEHOW managed to find time to do the next chapter for you. I'm very sorry it's taken so long. Oh and please don't kill me for the evilness in this chappie. I promise you, it's gonna get WORSE before it gets better! ^_~
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?! The characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them! Also Avellana and Zorro belong to me, as well as several other made up characters.
Author's Note ~ This is the final story in the trilogy. I hope everyone likes it and thinks it is a good closing from the trilogy, I think it is.
Summary ~ The sequel to 'Darkness Haunting.' Just when things start to become calm again, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir are thrown into the deep end when they discover Aragorn has disappeared from Rivendell. Fearing the human has gone to find the demon, Muerte, and kill him once and for all for vengeance, Legolas hurries to find him with Elladan and Elrohir close behind. But as they get closer to the shadow of the demon, could the call of vengeance become too strong for any of them to resist?
WARNING ~ This fic contains accounts of torture and violent/tesne situations. If you don't like those kind of fics, DO NOT read this story. And another thing, there is absolutely NO romance in this story, got it? Not only is this story, like the two before it, dark and angsty, but I can't write romance to save my life!
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~~....~~ - Indicates words spoken previously, flashback
'....' - Indicates thoughts
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The Lord Of The Rings
The Call Of Vengeance
Chapter 7-Of A Ring And Explanations
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I've had many trials in my life
But this is the greatest thus far
How far will I go
To make things right, to make things true?
There's only one ending to this, I know
I know what must be done
But will your eyes see it?
Will your heart allow it?
For the sake of all
Let me do what must be done
Let me do what must be done
--------Halo Son
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Estel...you *LET* Muerte take over Imladris...our home?!" Elladan was practically seething, a horrid sense of betrayal in his voice that even scared him deeply.
"I had no choice." Aragorn replied in a choked whisper as he led the captured group into the valley of Rivendell and towards the towering structures of home. "I'm sorry...I had now choice..."
Elladan could not help the building anger inside him and he was frightened by it. He loved Estel, he was his younger brother, but Imladris was their home and had been for their whole lives. To see it as such now froze his heart.
The young humans were staring at the scene all around them with wide eyes and fallen mouths. Simply by knowing that this was the home of their elven friends they knew that Rivendell must be a place of stunning beauty, but to see it now darkened and ruined by the foul works of the orcs and of the demon himself sent anger welling inside of them too. For they knew how much it hurt to see your homes being destroyed and mangled into something you did not recognise anymore.
Aragorn led the group into the halls of Imladris where orcs sneered and taunted the captive elves. Pure rage was building in everyone's hearts, but none more so than Aragorn. His fists were clenched at his side so much so his knuckles were completely drained of colour.
~~If you had to, for the sake of everything and everyone you cared for, would you kill me?~~
Aragorn's question to Legolas kept plaguing his mind, as did Legolas' responce.
~~What do you mean would I kill you?! Of course I wouldn't kill you! You're my friend!~~
'Our friendship blocks you from what, in the end, maybe the only way to end this madness my friend.'
~~Legolas...what if you had to? For the sake of everyone you cared for?~~
~~Aragorn stop this now! If you think that the end of this is going to lead to your death then your wrong! I will not kill you, nor will anyone else!~~
'And your right Legolas...no one will dare kill me...not even Muerte...now after what he's done to me...before I found you...'
Aragorn glanced behind him and unintentionally caught Legolas' eyes. Silver and blue stared into the other's depths for a moment before the silver eyes conceeded and turned away. A hint of sorrow, not expressed before, was evident in the man's eyes.
'Nay...in the end...it will all be down to me. All of this...'twas my fault it all started...I must be the one to correct it...no matter what becomes of me.'
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Muerte's face broke into a snister grin as he saw Aragorn approach with his captive friends, old and new. Stepping briskly across the great hall, the demon stopped infront of the ranger.
"I was beginning to wonder when you would arrive home Elmorn." He said, his eyes narrowing in horrid delight. "And I see you have brought expected friends."
Muerte turned his head, calling over a few orcs, "Take the young humans away, I will see them later, for the moment I only have interest in Elmorn and his elven company."
The orcs sneered at Zorro and his human friends, an inviting and silent plea in their gaze. Aragorn knew what they wanted and fixed Muerte with a deadly glare. Muerte only smirked but gave the orcs a stare that said they were being denied of what they wanted.
As the orcs took Zorro, Avellana and the other young humans away down one of the halls, Muerte turned his attention back upon Aragorn and the elves.
"I hope young elves, you do not mind that I and my companions have paid you a...unexpected visit." His voice was laced with a kind of glee that mocked those the words were spoken to.
Elladan's fists clenched tightly by his side and grinded his teeth together, a wild and feral look in his eyes, as did Glorfindel, Legolas, Elrohir and Aragorn. Muerte raised an eyebrow when silence was all that responded to him.
"Nothing to say?" Silence greeted him once more. "Shame, I was hoping you would have of at least said something."
"What would you have us say?" Legolas asked with narrowed eyes.
"AIIE!!" Elrohir suddenly cried, his eyes wide with a cold terror that swept over him and a hand to his open mouth. "Vilya!!!"
Muerte smirked and nodded his head, sitting down in a nearby chair and purposely left both his clawed hands uncovered for the elves to see. For residing on the demon's left hand on one of the fingers, was Vilya the ring of Air.
The elves' eyes widened in shock and Aragorn turned his head away. To have the precious Vilya a captive too of the demon was horrifying news. Who knew what Muerte could do with it. It was a terror everyone dreaded to think about, one of the rings of power getting into the filthy claws of the enemy.
"What have you done to ada?!" Elladan demanded.
"You're ada is fine." He was tempted to say 'for the moment', but kept his tongue. "I have not harmed him."
Muerte then stood up and walked up to Elrohir. He smirked and gripped the elf's chin tightly.
"Well...I am not surprised you are here young one." He smirked in a way that made fear well within Elrohir. "How fair you Elrohir?"
"You keep your horrid claws off my brother!" Elladan growled, pushing himself inbetween Muerte and Elrohir, his eyes narrowing in a blazing fire and overwhelming drive to protect his twin. Elrohir had hurt once and Elladan would be damned if he would let his twin get hurt again.
Muerte turned his chilling gaze to Elladan, but the elder twin was too focused on the anger boiling inside of him at the demon to be fazed by his sinister look.
"You must be Elladan." He spoke lowly. "I would watch your tongue if I were you."
"I would watch how you approach my brother." Elladan replied in a matched low tone.
Muerte's eyes narrowed further and suddenly the demon struck Elladan hard across his face, felling the elf. Elrohir cried and knelt by Elladan, helping him back to his feet and glaring at Muerte, as did Aragorn.
"Leave my brothers be! You swore to me none of them would be harmed!"
"I have not harmed him." Muerte replied with a wicked grin. "Merely given him a warning. Do not worry so Elmorn, everything will be fine."
The demon ran a hand through Aragorn's raven black hair and let his fingertips touch the man's face, but Aragorn pulled back sharply in disgust, the close presence of evil making him shudder and still raw memories making his blood boil in rage. Glorfindel had to step forward and grab Legolas' shoulder when Muerte made that loathing affectionate gesture to Aragorn, for the elf prince had almost lose control of his fury and had stepped forward to engage the demon.
"Be still Legolas..." Glorfindel whispered to Legolas.
Legolas bit down hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood and breathing heavily to try and regain control of his anger but finding it very difficult. He glanced at the twins and saw that they too felt the same way.
Muerte stepped away and ran his fingers along Vilya.
"Take your friends away Elmorn, I will call for you later."
Aragorn narrowed his eyes at Muerte's back and turned away, leading the elves down one of the halls, several orcs following as guards.
Elladan's hands suddenly grabbed both his shoulders and spun the man around. Silver eyes met those of the elder twin's and they bore into the man's.
"How did Muerte get Vilya?!" Elladan demanded harshly. "Tell me Estel!"
Aragorn turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut. His breathing was hitched and fierce guilt flooded through his body.
"Muerte used me to get what he wanted." Aragorn swallowed hard. "Ada would not see me die as Muerte promised if he did not get as he wished." He wrenched himself free of Elladan's grasp. "It was my fault."
"How could it have been your fault Strider?" Legolas asked, walking forward a placing a hand on the man's shoulder.
"Has I not let myself be taken captive by Muerte again the elves of Rivendell could have defended their home! With me in his clutches none of them dared attack, so it was my fault and do not tell me otherwise!"
The orcs following the elves hissed in annoyence that they had stopped and made their presence known. Aragorn glanced back at them and gestured for the elves to follow him. He took them to one of the cellars and led them inside, the orcs jeering at them all the way. Inside the same cellar were Zorro and the other young humans and several other elves including Celboril, Moranuen and Lord Elrond. They were now captives in their own home. They all looked up as Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel entered. Elrond's eyes found Aragorn standing at the bottom of the stairs of the cellar.
"Estel..."
Aragorn looked up as he heard his name being called, but when he saw the elf lord staring at him he quickly averted his gaze. He suffered so much guilt he could no longer look at his foster father and so instead turned his head downwards and closed his eyes.
"I am sorry." He whispered, to everyone there and not just to Elrond. "Somehow I will change all this. I swear by the valar I will find a way to correct all that has happened and finish Muerte...somehow..."
'I already know a way...'
Aragorn turned and ascended the stairs and emerged back out from the cellar, vaguely hearing the orcs close the door and lock it and took vigils of guarding their captives.
'But I know you would all rather die before you let me do it...if you knew what Muerte had done...'
Aragorn wandered aimlessly down the hallways, looking at how the orcs were talking amongst themselves and cheering at their triumph of overcoming the elves of Rivendell. The man shivered.
'If I can find no other way...' He sighed heavily, shaking his head and gazing out a nearby window, watching the sun fall low from the sky as night approached. 'If I find no other way....you will have to let me do what needs to be done...for that I am sorry.'
TBC...
*points* LOOK! LOOK AT THAT! It's the next chapter of a fic I bet you all thought you'd never see again!
And you had all better be thankful! I worked my socks off to do it for you all! Yes I know you've waited long enough for it, but I've been SO busy!
I've had tonnes of extra college work to do, I've been working on DH with Bill AND I've been packing to get ready for when I move house next week! *sighs and collapses* But I've SOMEHOW managed to find time to do the next chapter for you. I'm very sorry it's taken so long. Oh and please don't kill me for the evilness in this chappie. I promise you, it's gonna get WORSE before it gets better! ^_~