Title: Soul Taker
Author: Keladieea
Summary: There is a taker, and there is a giver. One fierce and dangerous, feasting off the souls of elves, gaining strength, to ultimately become the end of all Middle-Earth. This One is the Soul Taker.
Author's Note: This is an AU. The Fellowship was never formed, and the ring was destroyed after Islidor destroyed Sauron.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
Read and Review please!
Soul Taker
Chapter One: The Return of the Soul Taker
"Legolas Greenleaf! You will release me at once! This is a game of tag, not maul Irisaylia." An elf with ebony black hair said in a cheery tone as she was tackled by a taller, more built, blonde elf.
"Will I now?" The blonde taunted his capture, pinning her softly to the marble wall.
"Yes, you will, or I will take this matter to the King." The female said in a defiant tone.
"I think you will not. I think you rather enjoy this romp we are having." Legolas said in a soft voice.
"And that you are correct good prince." She cooed in a tiny voice.
Legolas smiled, and his eyes sparkled. He lowered his head and she raised hers, meeting him half way and then their lips connected in a soft, tender kiss. He drew her closer to his body, and heard her whimper.
They drew back, and Legolas saw his Irisaylia breathing softly.
"You always seem to amaze me, Aylia." He said in a whisper.
"As do you, Legolas." She whispered in return.
They smiled at eachother, and then she took his hand.
"Is it time for our routine to begin my lady?" Legolas asked like a child as she led him from the room.
Outside his room, a servant handed a black cloak to Irisaylia, and she pulled it on, "Yes Legolas...it is time for you to practice your archery."
The servant who stoof behind her suddenly let out a gasp, and raised a hand to her, "Lady, you will bow and address Legolas as Prince Legolas Greenleaf, bow once more, and take your leave!"
Irisaylia turned around and stared at him as if he were a bug to be squashed, "You must be new here. I go by the name Irisaylia Stargaze."
Legolas stepped up, "Good servant, you have made a mistake. You see, my beloved Irisaylia does not have to follow such silly traditions. She is the one who keeps me in line most times."
The servant bowed, muttered an apology, and stepped back against the wall.
As the two elves made their way to the great stairwell, Irisaylia commented, "You would think some elves would know who I am! I am always seen with you on royal occasions, some guards don't believe me half the time when I state who I am!"
"My love," Legolas stopped and kissed the palm of her hand, "are you not happy here with me?"
"Legolas!" Irisaylia cried out, "Of course I am happy here with you! How could I not be? You are so kind to me. I want to be with you, Legolas."
Legolas just smiled, for her answer was enough for him.
Irisaylia made her way down the dirt streets of the village, right to the school house. As soon as she was stepping onto the cobble stone sidewalk, a bell rang and young elves came tumbling out of the school, each eager to go home. Two chestnut haired elves ran towards Irisaylia, and skidded to a stop before her.
"Greetings Animaya. Animayla." She smiled at the elven girls before her.
"Greetings Aunt Irisaylia!" They both said in unison.
"Will Legolas ever be here to greet us?" Animaya asked.
"Perhaps one day." Irisaylia smiled at her nieces.
They walked down the cobble stone sidewalk, the girls giggling as Irisaylia told them of the Royal Blunders, things that went wrong because of her and Legolas' practical jokes.
"One day, I want to live in a palace. And I will marry a prince!" Animayla declared.
"And I!" Animaya cheered.
"Well I wish you both luck, princes are not easy to tame." Irisaylia smiled.
"That they are not." Said a voice from the wooden gate they stopped at, "Greetings sister."
Irisaylia smiled at her older, wiser sister, Mijuielle.
"Greetings sister." She replied.
"I suppose you wouldn't like to join me for a cup of honey tea after I put the younglings to nap?" Mijuielle asked.
"I would be honored Mijuielle." Irisaylia grinned, and entered the gate of the Frareleaf home.
Mijuielle Frareleaf was raising Animaya and Animayla alone, but often received help from Irisaylia and her parents.
Irisaylia entered the little cottage, and sat in the kitchen on a stone chair. Minutes later, Mijuielle returned from upstairs, and the house was silent of the normal giggles of twin girls.
"How are things at the Palace of Thranduil?" Mijuielle asked as she poured the hot tea into two wooden cups.
"Quiet and loud. Loud when me and Legolas are together, quiet when royal business is tended to." Irisaylia smirked.
"You and Prince Legolas make quite a couple. You are the reality to his world I suppose?" Mijuielle predicted.
"What do you mean?" Irisaylia sipped at her tea.
"He must live a pampered life, he is a prince. Do you have to knock him down a few notches at points?" Mijuielle restated her question in other words.
"Never. He is like a reality to me, in the aspect that I live a fairy tale life as the twins would say." Irisaylia replied, "But, dear sister, I must be returning."
They stood, and Mijuielle walked her to the gate, "Don't become a stranger again. Do more than just walk the twins home, come in!"
"I promise I won't Mijuielle." Irisaylia smiled, "I will visit soon, maybe Legolas will join me."
"That would send Animaya and Animayla into a splendorous fit of excitement and giggles." Mijuielle predicted.
"That it would sister. That it would." Irisaylia laughed.
Suddenly the skies of Mirkwood grew dark, and the booming of drums sounded in the forest. Irisaylia casted her look towards the forest that began at the end of the street and Mijuielle's cottage.
"Orcs!" Irisaylia knew the booming of drums, "Mijuielle, you must take the twins and hide in your cellar! You must! Go now!"
"What of you sister?" Mijuielle ran towards the door of her home.
Irisaylia drew her broad sword from beneath her dark cloak that touched the ground, "I will be fine. GO NOW!"
Mijuielle slammed the door shut and Irisaylia knew she would be safe. The elven warrior ran down the dirt streets, instructing people to hide.
As she reached the other end of the village, she saw the orcs coming out of the forest. She picked up her pace, and ran down a path in the new woods towards the palace. An orc from a nearby tree suddenly pounced onto her. She let out a scream and fell. She stood in an instant and grabbed her sword.
"Come beast! Let us dance shall we?" She taunted the stupid creature.
It snarled and charged. She brought up her sword, bringing down on the side of the creature's neck. It made a nice clean slice through, and the orc fell and the ground shook as he hit. She looked up and saw the army of orcs coming. She turned and ran back onto her path.
"Faster Irisaylia!" She cursed herself.
She tumbled and jumped over logs that had purposely been put in the path, and finally made it to the gates of the Palace of Thranduil. The guards recognized her, and let her in. Just as they shut the gates, orcs came into view on the other side.
Legolas was running towards a panting Irisaylia.
"Are you alright Aylia?" Legolas reached her, and cupped her cheek in his hand.
"That I am." Irisaylia looked on as the orcs rattled the gates, "What is going on?"
"That I do not know my love." Legolas replied.
Rain began pouring down hard, and Legolas led Irisaylia to the palace.
"Legolas! Irisaylia!" Thranduil ran towards them when they entered the palace, "Are the orcs in?"
"No ada. What is going on?" Legolas demanded to know.
Thranduil's face paled, "I have just gotten word of a disaster near the edges of Rivendell. He has returned Legolas. He who is a firery shadow of death, a plague that walks Middle-Earth once again. The Soul Taker."
Legolas and Irisaylia bothed paled. They knew of this...Soul Taker. That was not his original name, he had once been a wizard. Not as powerful as Gandalf, but nonetheless a wizard. Over three thousand years ago evil had overtaken the wizard, and he fell harder than anyone could imagine. A short decade later, after everyone forgot this evil, he arose again as the Soul Taker. Legolas and Irisaylia had lived through this, but they were only elflings, no more than ten years old.
"What of the disaster near Rivendell?" Irisaylia asked quietly.
"Three elves had their souls taken from them. All three were dead when found. Let us pray that the Soul Taker kills everyone he takes souls from." Thranduil explained.
"What?" Legolas stared at him.
"My son, if the Soul Taker does not kill them, then they might as well be dead. The soul of an elf is the thing that keeps us going. You must realize this. Your mother..." His voice broke off.
"Mother?" Legolas gasped, he stepped back, "Please tell me she was not a victim of the Soul Taker."
"Son, your mother was a victim. And she lived. Years ago she did pass on, but without a soul. She sat in her quarters all day, not moving." Thranduil replied softly.
"My mother lived all that time, and you never told me?" Legolas had tears brimming in his eyes, he kept backing up.
"You were young Legolas! I was protecting you, it would've broken your heart to see her the way she was." Thranduil reasoned.
"No. I have such few memories of my mother. All I remember is the way her hair blew in the wind, and when she took me out into the gardens, how delicious the food was that she made and packed herself. She would hold me in the her arms, and we'd twirl around until we were both so dizzy that we had to fall into the soft grass, then we would point out the shapes of the clouds." His voice trembled, "And now, I remember just them days, but not her face. Never her face. It's blank."
He now had his back to the wall, and he slowly slid down it, and pulled his knees to his chest. The tears unleashed themselves, and he sobbed quietly.
"Legolas..." Irisaylia sat beside him, and pulled him to her, "Din tithen pen Silence little one."
"Amin hiraetha I'm sorry." He said quietly.
"Lle uume nyare amin You did not tell me." Irisaylia said in a whisper.
"Amin sinta, Amin hiraetha I know, I'm sorry." Legolas said with a sob.
"Din Silence." Irisaylia commanded softly.
She held him and rocked him against her on the marble floor for over an hour.
~*~
There's chapter one, I told you it would be longer and more into the story!!! hehe, please review
Author: Keladieea
Summary: There is a taker, and there is a giver. One fierce and dangerous, feasting off the souls of elves, gaining strength, to ultimately become the end of all Middle-Earth. This One is the Soul Taker.
Author's Note: This is an AU. The Fellowship was never formed, and the ring was destroyed after Islidor destroyed Sauron.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
Read and Review please!
Soul Taker
Chapter One: The Return of the Soul Taker
"Legolas Greenleaf! You will release me at once! This is a game of tag, not maul Irisaylia." An elf with ebony black hair said in a cheery tone as she was tackled by a taller, more built, blonde elf.
"Will I now?" The blonde taunted his capture, pinning her softly to the marble wall.
"Yes, you will, or I will take this matter to the King." The female said in a defiant tone.
"I think you will not. I think you rather enjoy this romp we are having." Legolas said in a soft voice.
"And that you are correct good prince." She cooed in a tiny voice.
Legolas smiled, and his eyes sparkled. He lowered his head and she raised hers, meeting him half way and then their lips connected in a soft, tender kiss. He drew her closer to his body, and heard her whimper.
They drew back, and Legolas saw his Irisaylia breathing softly.
"You always seem to amaze me, Aylia." He said in a whisper.
"As do you, Legolas." She whispered in return.
They smiled at eachother, and then she took his hand.
"Is it time for our routine to begin my lady?" Legolas asked like a child as she led him from the room.
Outside his room, a servant handed a black cloak to Irisaylia, and she pulled it on, "Yes Legolas...it is time for you to practice your archery."
The servant who stoof behind her suddenly let out a gasp, and raised a hand to her, "Lady, you will bow and address Legolas as Prince Legolas Greenleaf, bow once more, and take your leave!"
Irisaylia turned around and stared at him as if he were a bug to be squashed, "You must be new here. I go by the name Irisaylia Stargaze."
Legolas stepped up, "Good servant, you have made a mistake. You see, my beloved Irisaylia does not have to follow such silly traditions. She is the one who keeps me in line most times."
The servant bowed, muttered an apology, and stepped back against the wall.
As the two elves made their way to the great stairwell, Irisaylia commented, "You would think some elves would know who I am! I am always seen with you on royal occasions, some guards don't believe me half the time when I state who I am!"
"My love," Legolas stopped and kissed the palm of her hand, "are you not happy here with me?"
"Legolas!" Irisaylia cried out, "Of course I am happy here with you! How could I not be? You are so kind to me. I want to be with you, Legolas."
Legolas just smiled, for her answer was enough for him.
Irisaylia made her way down the dirt streets of the village, right to the school house. As soon as she was stepping onto the cobble stone sidewalk, a bell rang and young elves came tumbling out of the school, each eager to go home. Two chestnut haired elves ran towards Irisaylia, and skidded to a stop before her.
"Greetings Animaya. Animayla." She smiled at the elven girls before her.
"Greetings Aunt Irisaylia!" They both said in unison.
"Will Legolas ever be here to greet us?" Animaya asked.
"Perhaps one day." Irisaylia smiled at her nieces.
They walked down the cobble stone sidewalk, the girls giggling as Irisaylia told them of the Royal Blunders, things that went wrong because of her and Legolas' practical jokes.
"One day, I want to live in a palace. And I will marry a prince!" Animayla declared.
"And I!" Animaya cheered.
"Well I wish you both luck, princes are not easy to tame." Irisaylia smiled.
"That they are not." Said a voice from the wooden gate they stopped at, "Greetings sister."
Irisaylia smiled at her older, wiser sister, Mijuielle.
"Greetings sister." She replied.
"I suppose you wouldn't like to join me for a cup of honey tea after I put the younglings to nap?" Mijuielle asked.
"I would be honored Mijuielle." Irisaylia grinned, and entered the gate of the Frareleaf home.
Mijuielle Frareleaf was raising Animaya and Animayla alone, but often received help from Irisaylia and her parents.
Irisaylia entered the little cottage, and sat in the kitchen on a stone chair. Minutes later, Mijuielle returned from upstairs, and the house was silent of the normal giggles of twin girls.
"How are things at the Palace of Thranduil?" Mijuielle asked as she poured the hot tea into two wooden cups.
"Quiet and loud. Loud when me and Legolas are together, quiet when royal business is tended to." Irisaylia smirked.
"You and Prince Legolas make quite a couple. You are the reality to his world I suppose?" Mijuielle predicted.
"What do you mean?" Irisaylia sipped at her tea.
"He must live a pampered life, he is a prince. Do you have to knock him down a few notches at points?" Mijuielle restated her question in other words.
"Never. He is like a reality to me, in the aspect that I live a fairy tale life as the twins would say." Irisaylia replied, "But, dear sister, I must be returning."
They stood, and Mijuielle walked her to the gate, "Don't become a stranger again. Do more than just walk the twins home, come in!"
"I promise I won't Mijuielle." Irisaylia smiled, "I will visit soon, maybe Legolas will join me."
"That would send Animaya and Animayla into a splendorous fit of excitement and giggles." Mijuielle predicted.
"That it would sister. That it would." Irisaylia laughed.
Suddenly the skies of Mirkwood grew dark, and the booming of drums sounded in the forest. Irisaylia casted her look towards the forest that began at the end of the street and Mijuielle's cottage.
"Orcs!" Irisaylia knew the booming of drums, "Mijuielle, you must take the twins and hide in your cellar! You must! Go now!"
"What of you sister?" Mijuielle ran towards the door of her home.
Irisaylia drew her broad sword from beneath her dark cloak that touched the ground, "I will be fine. GO NOW!"
Mijuielle slammed the door shut and Irisaylia knew she would be safe. The elven warrior ran down the dirt streets, instructing people to hide.
As she reached the other end of the village, she saw the orcs coming out of the forest. She picked up her pace, and ran down a path in the new woods towards the palace. An orc from a nearby tree suddenly pounced onto her. She let out a scream and fell. She stood in an instant and grabbed her sword.
"Come beast! Let us dance shall we?" She taunted the stupid creature.
It snarled and charged. She brought up her sword, bringing down on the side of the creature's neck. It made a nice clean slice through, and the orc fell and the ground shook as he hit. She looked up and saw the army of orcs coming. She turned and ran back onto her path.
"Faster Irisaylia!" She cursed herself.
She tumbled and jumped over logs that had purposely been put in the path, and finally made it to the gates of the Palace of Thranduil. The guards recognized her, and let her in. Just as they shut the gates, orcs came into view on the other side.
Legolas was running towards a panting Irisaylia.
"Are you alright Aylia?" Legolas reached her, and cupped her cheek in his hand.
"That I am." Irisaylia looked on as the orcs rattled the gates, "What is going on?"
"That I do not know my love." Legolas replied.
Rain began pouring down hard, and Legolas led Irisaylia to the palace.
"Legolas! Irisaylia!" Thranduil ran towards them when they entered the palace, "Are the orcs in?"
"No ada. What is going on?" Legolas demanded to know.
Thranduil's face paled, "I have just gotten word of a disaster near the edges of Rivendell. He has returned Legolas. He who is a firery shadow of death, a plague that walks Middle-Earth once again. The Soul Taker."
Legolas and Irisaylia bothed paled. They knew of this...Soul Taker. That was not his original name, he had once been a wizard. Not as powerful as Gandalf, but nonetheless a wizard. Over three thousand years ago evil had overtaken the wizard, and he fell harder than anyone could imagine. A short decade later, after everyone forgot this evil, he arose again as the Soul Taker. Legolas and Irisaylia had lived through this, but they were only elflings, no more than ten years old.
"What of the disaster near Rivendell?" Irisaylia asked quietly.
"Three elves had their souls taken from them. All three were dead when found. Let us pray that the Soul Taker kills everyone he takes souls from." Thranduil explained.
"What?" Legolas stared at him.
"My son, if the Soul Taker does not kill them, then they might as well be dead. The soul of an elf is the thing that keeps us going. You must realize this. Your mother..." His voice broke off.
"Mother?" Legolas gasped, he stepped back, "Please tell me she was not a victim of the Soul Taker."
"Son, your mother was a victim. And she lived. Years ago she did pass on, but without a soul. She sat in her quarters all day, not moving." Thranduil replied softly.
"My mother lived all that time, and you never told me?" Legolas had tears brimming in his eyes, he kept backing up.
"You were young Legolas! I was protecting you, it would've broken your heart to see her the way she was." Thranduil reasoned.
"No. I have such few memories of my mother. All I remember is the way her hair blew in the wind, and when she took me out into the gardens, how delicious the food was that she made and packed herself. She would hold me in the her arms, and we'd twirl around until we were both so dizzy that we had to fall into the soft grass, then we would point out the shapes of the clouds." His voice trembled, "And now, I remember just them days, but not her face. Never her face. It's blank."
He now had his back to the wall, and he slowly slid down it, and pulled his knees to his chest. The tears unleashed themselves, and he sobbed quietly.
"Legolas..." Irisaylia sat beside him, and pulled him to her, "Din tithen pen Silence little one."
"Amin hiraetha I'm sorry." He said quietly.
"Lle uume nyare amin You did not tell me." Irisaylia said in a whisper.
"Amin sinta, Amin hiraetha I know, I'm sorry." Legolas said with a sob.
"Din Silence." Irisaylia commanded softly.
She held him and rocked him against her on the marble floor for over an hour.
~*~
There's chapter one, I told you it would be longer and more into the story!!! hehe, please review