1 Chapter 3
As Legolas rounded the corner of the rock, he could see three figures huddled round a fire. He coughed and they looked up in surprise. One of them picked up a sword but realised who it was and let out a gasp of surprise.
"Legolas?" Asked the figure. Legolas grinned.
" 'Tis me little one. I bring both good news and bad news for you." Frodo and Sam looked at each other and ran towards the elf. They hugged him and Legolas felt amused. None of them knew his master plan.
"Tell us of the news you bring." Said Frodo and gestured for him to sit down. Legolas sat opposite Gollum and started to tell his story. He had had enough time to think of what he would say on the long journey into Mordor to find the Ringbearer and his companions.
" When we were attacked after Boromir had tried to take the ring off of you, Merry and Pippin were captured by orcs. Aragorn, Gimli and I have travelled since trying to find them, but a couple of days ago, we were ambushed and Aragorn and Gimli were injured. The wounds were bad and I tried as hard as I could but," he started to cry, "I couldn't save them. Since then I have been trying to find you. The good news that I bring will be told in due time but I am weary and must rest." He looked up at Frodo whose face was a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
"The fellowship is almost at an end. The only hope remains in us destroying the ring. You are here to help us now Legolas. What has happened to Merry and Pippin, do you know?" Frodo couldn't think of what to say, all of his friends were dead.
"One question at a time Frodo. I do not know of the state of Meriadoc and Perigrin but I believe it to be the worst. I will help you on your way to Mount Doom. Together we shall overthrow the dark Lord."
Frodo felt slightly nervous at this, what could Legolas mean by that strange arrangement of words? But one look at Legolas' face told him to stop dreaming. Seeing the smiling and twinkling eyes of his friend pushed away any doubts he may have had.
Later that night, Legolas stood staring at his latest kill, blood dripping from his dagger. The remains of Sam's heart still oozing to the ground.
After making sure that Frodo was fast asleep, Legolas crept up to the hunched figure of Gollum, lying on the rocks. He smiled evilly and pulled out his daggers. His first stab hit right on target; straight through the heart. //this is too easy\\ he thought. //I wish Aragorn were still alive, I might be able to enjoy killing him once more.\\ As Gollum writhed in pain, Legolas thrust his second dagger into Gollum's neck. Gollum looked up at Legolas surprised, hissed, and was no more. Legolas grinned to himself. //Why do they keep looking surprised? Do they really expect me to be merciful? Oh I get it, I'm an elf, I'm meant to be righteous and kind, why, that just gets so dull after 2 millennia.\\ He glanced at the body and decided on his next plan.
He walked over to Frodo and with a look of distress, he shook the hobbit awake.
"Frodo wake up!" he called.
"What is it?" Frodo asked, immediately awake and alert.
"Someone is near us Frodo." Legolas replied. He pointed to Gollum and Sam and waited to see the expression on Frodo's face. It was priceless he decided as Frodo looked from one mangled corpse to the other. Shock lining every crease of his face.
"What happened?" Frodo practically screamed.
"I am sorry little one. I know that you have more burdens than I could ever know and I wish to ease your pain." Frodo's face squirmed as the steel blade entered his chest. Legolas ripped the ring from the chain on his neck, and brandished it in triumph before Frodo lost consciousness. He laughed as Frodo's eyes glazed over. His plan could now go ahead, and it was becoming more of a reality every day. He tossed the ring up into the air, and caught it, a hungry blazing look in his once pure elven eyes. He smiled and turned towards Barad-Dur.
"The Elves shall once again be the ruling race of Middle Earth…"
DISCLAIMER: We do not own these characters this is entirely fictional etc etc blah blah yada yada.
As Legolas rounded the corner of the rock, he could see three figures huddled round a fire. He coughed and they looked up in surprise. One of them picked up a sword but realised who it was and let out a gasp of surprise.
"Legolas?" Asked the figure. Legolas grinned.
" 'Tis me little one. I bring both good news and bad news for you." Frodo and Sam looked at each other and ran towards the elf. They hugged him and Legolas felt amused. None of them knew his master plan.
"Tell us of the news you bring." Said Frodo and gestured for him to sit down. Legolas sat opposite Gollum and started to tell his story. He had had enough time to think of what he would say on the long journey into Mordor to find the Ringbearer and his companions.
" When we were attacked after Boromir had tried to take the ring off of you, Merry and Pippin were captured by orcs. Aragorn, Gimli and I have travelled since trying to find them, but a couple of days ago, we were ambushed and Aragorn and Gimli were injured. The wounds were bad and I tried as hard as I could but," he started to cry, "I couldn't save them. Since then I have been trying to find you. The good news that I bring will be told in due time but I am weary and must rest." He looked up at Frodo whose face was a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
"The fellowship is almost at an end. The only hope remains in us destroying the ring. You are here to help us now Legolas. What has happened to Merry and Pippin, do you know?" Frodo couldn't think of what to say, all of his friends were dead.
"One question at a time Frodo. I do not know of the state of Meriadoc and Perigrin but I believe it to be the worst. I will help you on your way to Mount Doom. Together we shall overthrow the dark Lord."
Frodo felt slightly nervous at this, what could Legolas mean by that strange arrangement of words? But one look at Legolas' face told him to stop dreaming. Seeing the smiling and twinkling eyes of his friend pushed away any doubts he may have had.
Later that night, Legolas stood staring at his latest kill, blood dripping from his dagger. The remains of Sam's heart still oozing to the ground.
After making sure that Frodo was fast asleep, Legolas crept up to the hunched figure of Gollum, lying on the rocks. He smiled evilly and pulled out his daggers. His first stab hit right on target; straight through the heart. //this is too easy\\ he thought. //I wish Aragorn were still alive, I might be able to enjoy killing him once more.\\ As Gollum writhed in pain, Legolas thrust his second dagger into Gollum's neck. Gollum looked up at Legolas surprised, hissed, and was no more. Legolas grinned to himself. //Why do they keep looking surprised? Do they really expect me to be merciful? Oh I get it, I'm an elf, I'm meant to be righteous and kind, why, that just gets so dull after 2 millennia.\\ He glanced at the body and decided on his next plan.
He walked over to Frodo and with a look of distress, he shook the hobbit awake.
"Frodo wake up!" he called.
"What is it?" Frodo asked, immediately awake and alert.
"Someone is near us Frodo." Legolas replied. He pointed to Gollum and Sam and waited to see the expression on Frodo's face. It was priceless he decided as Frodo looked from one mangled corpse to the other. Shock lining every crease of his face.
"What happened?" Frodo practically screamed.
"I am sorry little one. I know that you have more burdens than I could ever know and I wish to ease your pain." Frodo's face squirmed as the steel blade entered his chest. Legolas ripped the ring from the chain on his neck, and brandished it in triumph before Frodo lost consciousness. He laughed as Frodo's eyes glazed over. His plan could now go ahead, and it was becoming more of a reality every day. He tossed the ring up into the air, and caught it, a hungry blazing look in his once pure elven eyes. He smiled and turned towards Barad-Dur.
"The Elves shall once again be the ruling race of Middle Earth…"
DISCLAIMER: We do not own these characters this is entirely fictional etc etc blah blah yada yada.