Summary: This is my story of why Legolas never finds love. He thinks that he is in love, but then it turns around in the worst way that it could.
A/N: Please Please Pleeeease read and review!!! I want reviews!!! This is my first un-romance. All of the others have had mushy parts, and yeah, you'll think this does, but keep reading! By the way, this story is completely separate from the Legolas/Luinil one, this is just different in every way, a different possibility, you might say. Consider them 2 different Legolases if you have to. Love you all!
~*~Valerie~*~
"Stop."
The voice floated to her in a pained tone, crackling as do withered leaves shaken by a tormenting chilled breeze.
"You can make this stop."
Her love was calling, calling to her. His voice became angry and desperate.
"Curse you, if you do not stop this, a'maelnin!"
She nearly cried. She looked down to see Legolas, strapped down on a table, the thick brown leather bounds cutting into his delicate pale skin. The wood of the balcony on which she stood was carved in an intricate pattern which was imprinting itself on her elbow, which rested upon it. Her legs were beginning to ache from standing there for so long. The room was darkened, and Legolas's barely clad frame stood out from the shadows. His golden hair had a faint luminescence that the darkness threatened to swallow.
Her father. The evil man that tortured this Elf.
His name was Sauron. A twisted soul of Morgoth whose only purpose was to bring pain. It was (year), before anyone dreamed that his power was returning, and he had chosen for his first victim this Prince of Elves, Legolas, Thranduilion.