1 CHAPTER 4
As Legolas approached Barad-Dur, he became wary of the lack of orcs and guards that he could see. //Surely Sauron will do all he can to retrieve the ring when it is so near to the place where it can be destroyed. \\ He laughed. He had come to relish in the evil that now poured into his heart, now his one sustaining life force. As he rounded the corner, he saw a ring of orcs, sat around an unlit fire. He walked up to them and they sensed his presence. One, big ugly one stood up ready to receive him. Legolas smirked. Did they really think they could beat him when he alone held the one ring? He pulled it out and held it up. The orc sprang, but Legolas was too quick. He darted for the gate and got through, firing arrows at the orcs as one by one they ran after him in an attempt to claim their masters long lost possession. He began to really slightly un-nerved, as everything was becoming increasingly easier, even if he did hold the one ring.
A sound behind him interrupted his thoughts. He spun round but could see nothing. A hiss to his left caused him to spin round again, his blond elven hair swinging in the lifeless air that surrounded him. He pulled out his daggers, while spinning round. He could see noone and became slightly worried, and decided that he should get out of here fast. He made for a small door to the left of him, ran through, slammed the door and leant against it, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. A few minutes later, when he could see, he started to search around the place and found that he was in what looked like a castle, with doors leading to the left and to the right. He heard the hissing sound again and turned round, ready to face whatever danger stood there. His daggers swinging aimlessly in the still air made a sound like that of an echo floating between two mountains. There was nobody there again. He decided that somebody was trying to scare him and so turned back round and carried on walking. He spotted a mirror and walked over to it. //Why should Sauron keep mirrors? \\ He asked himself. The reflection he saw sent a shiver through his body. His face was perfect, as always, and his smile was so cold that it could've turned a whole army to stone. He sneered and laughed at how natural it now seemed to him. He closed his eyes and took in deep breath as he thought about all of the events of the last month. He relished at the remembrance of how his former friends had reacted when they had seen how the power had poisoned the fair prince. Poisoned. Legolas grinned as he imagined evil flowing through his veins.
He opened his eyes and gasped as he saw the reflection of death standing behind him: Sauron.
Legolas spun round and drew his daggers. Sauron laughed.
"Do you really think you have a chance? Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nagz thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul. I know that you have the one ring Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. Give it to me."
Legolas grew hard. "You want it, you fight for it." He said.
Through the iron mask that hid Sauron's face, two eyes glowed red in the dark of Barad Dur…
As Legolas approached Barad-Dur, he became wary of the lack of orcs and guards that he could see. //Surely Sauron will do all he can to retrieve the ring when it is so near to the place where it can be destroyed. \\ He laughed. He had come to relish in the evil that now poured into his heart, now his one sustaining life force. As he rounded the corner, he saw a ring of orcs, sat around an unlit fire. He walked up to them and they sensed his presence. One, big ugly one stood up ready to receive him. Legolas smirked. Did they really think they could beat him when he alone held the one ring? He pulled it out and held it up. The orc sprang, but Legolas was too quick. He darted for the gate and got through, firing arrows at the orcs as one by one they ran after him in an attempt to claim their masters long lost possession. He began to really slightly un-nerved, as everything was becoming increasingly easier, even if he did hold the one ring.
A sound behind him interrupted his thoughts. He spun round but could see nothing. A hiss to his left caused him to spin round again, his blond elven hair swinging in the lifeless air that surrounded him. He pulled out his daggers, while spinning round. He could see noone and became slightly worried, and decided that he should get out of here fast. He made for a small door to the left of him, ran through, slammed the door and leant against it, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. A few minutes later, when he could see, he started to search around the place and found that he was in what looked like a castle, with doors leading to the left and to the right. He heard the hissing sound again and turned round, ready to face whatever danger stood there. His daggers swinging aimlessly in the still air made a sound like that of an echo floating between two mountains. There was nobody there again. He decided that somebody was trying to scare him and so turned back round and carried on walking. He spotted a mirror and walked over to it. //Why should Sauron keep mirrors? \\ He asked himself. The reflection he saw sent a shiver through his body. His face was perfect, as always, and his smile was so cold that it could've turned a whole army to stone. He sneered and laughed at how natural it now seemed to him. He closed his eyes and took in deep breath as he thought about all of the events of the last month. He relished at the remembrance of how his former friends had reacted when they had seen how the power had poisoned the fair prince. Poisoned. Legolas grinned as he imagined evil flowing through his veins.
He opened his eyes and gasped as he saw the reflection of death standing behind him: Sauron.
Legolas spun round and drew his daggers. Sauron laughed.
"Do you really think you have a chance? Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nagz thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul. I know that you have the one ring Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. Give it to me."
Legolas grew hard. "You want it, you fight for it." He said.
Through the iron mask that hid Sauron's face, two eyes glowed red in the dark of Barad Dur…