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 Two: The Anger of Thranduil
Thranduil left the quietness of his library, and went off in search of his son and his companion. He could not find them anywhere and he wondered if maybe they had gone to survey the damage in the village. He then saw a servant, an older one, motioning the King to him.
"Yes? What is it?" Thranduil asked as he neared.
"The Prince and Mistress Stargaze are in the Lady's den. They insisted on going there, even though it was off limits. The Prince looked upset, and the lady with him had to support him as they walked." The servant explained.
"Thank you." Thranduil nodded, and headed off towards his beloved Queen's quarters.
He heard laughter, and he poked his head into the Queen's den. Legolas and Irisaylia were sprawled before a fire, and Legolas tickling his beloved.
"Stop Legolas!" Irisaylia giggled.
"Never, my princess!" Legolas cheered.
They became silent, and Legolas leaned down, Irisaylia pinned beneath him. Thranduil pulled his head from the doorway, not wanting to see the affection between his son and the girl.
Irisaylia stared up at her love, and felt his lips graciously touch hers. The kiss was gentle, and Legolas wrapped an arm underneath her, the other cupping her cheek. Minutes later, they pulled apart. They sat and stared at the fire in silence.
"Legolas." Thranduil stepped into the room.
"Ada!" Legolas jumped to his feet, offering his hand to Irisaylia. She accepted it, and stood.
"You know these rooms are off limits." Thranduil scolded him, and confused even himself at the sound of his nasty tone.
"I..." Legolas stopped short, not sure of what to say.
"He just wanted to come here, milord, to remember some more of his mother." Irisaylia quickly explained.
"Are you the one who suggested this absurd idea?" Thranduil raised his voice to the girl. He had never disliked Irisaylia, he was actually quite fond of her, but who was she to go against his rules?
"N-no." Irisaylia faltered, and lowered her head.
"That, I fear, I am finding unbelievable." Thranduil growled.
Legolas stared at his father, he had never seen him angry like this.
"I am sorry milord." Irisaylia said quietly.
"Sorry? You went against my rules, that work in MY palace!" Thranduil yelled at her.
Irisaylia winced at his voice, and cowered under his gaze, "I said I was sorry milord."
Thranduil was furious. He knew none of this was Legolas, or Irisaylia's fault, but he needed to blame someone. He raised his hand, and a smack echoed off of Irisaylia's cheek. Her head turned with the hit, and a sob racked her body. Thranduil instantly regretted what he had just done.
"Irisaylia..." His voice shook, "I-I did not mean to..."
Legolas halted him, "Stop it father."
Legolas pulled Irisaylia into the safety of his arms. He whispered soothing words into her ear as Thranduil walked out of the room.
"Love, are you alright?" He asked softly.
"I will be fine." Irisaylia nodded.
Legolas kissed her forehead, "The darkness of the sky has gone. The orcs will not be in the village now."
"Shall we go? I want to check on my parents, and my sister." Irisaylia asked in a childlike voice.
"Yes. We shall go." Legolas smiled, and kissed her again.
Irisaylia could not believe the sight before her. The village was in a pure mayhem. Smoke billowed from the fire raging still, even though there were no houses of shops standing.
"Legolas..." Irisaylia let out a ragged breath, "What happened?"
Legolas took her hand, as they stopped in front of a yard where the white, wooden fence stood tall, and an old house up the cobble path had fallen. The house belonged to Irisaylia's parents.
"No!" She yelled and ran forward.
She tumbled through the debris, and saw a sight a child should never see. Her father lay still in the mist of all the mess, a wooden pillar piercing his chest. Irisaylia froze, and studied the scene before her. Her father, she realized, was dead.
"Irisaylia?" Legolas approached her, and stopped, "Oh Irisaylia...."
She nodded through her tears, and turned into his arms. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, which meant the orcs had taken her prisoner, to torture her.
"She will not live! The orcs will torture her, no elf should have to go through it." She sobbed.
"Ssshhh." Legolas comforted her.
Irisaylia realized that Legolas was always there, no matter the amount of pain, he would always be ready to comfort her when she needed it.
"Mijuielle! Animaya and Animayla!" Irisaylia said suddenly.
The two elves raced through the debris of the village, where they came upon the smoldering Frareleaf house. Irisaylia saw two chestnut coloured heads, and ran to them.
Mijuielle was laying, lifeless next to her lifeless daughter, Animaya. Animayla was nowhere in sight.
"Please, not them..." Irisaylia sobbed and fell to her knees.
"Animayla!" Legolas cried out in search of the little girl, "ANIMAYLA!"
The skies thundered loudly, and black cascaded once more over Mirkwood.
"Irisaylia, we must go." Legolas ushered her up.
"I can't." Irisaylia sobbed.
"Please Irisaylia." Legolas pleaded.
"Legolas..." She cried.
"Ssshhh...come on." Legolas knew that with Irisaylia in this state that the orcs would surely catch them. So he did the only thing he knew he could, he lifted Irisaylia into his arms, and took off on his swift, elven feet.
Irisaylia laid on their bed, helplessly crying and shivering. Legolas came back into the room, and saw her shaking violently. He realized that she was indeed in a great amount of pain.
"Irisaylia, I brought you some hot tea." Legolas offered.
"Mijuielle and me drank tea last time I seen her. I never thought it would be our last drink together." Irisaylia admitted.
Legolas set the tray of tea on his desk, and turned towards the bed, "Irisaylia, I'm here. You didn't let me suffer alone earlier, so I won't let you suffer alone now."
He crawled into the bed, and pulled her into his chest.
"Din melamin Silence my love." Legolas whispered.
Irisaylia relaxed in his arms, and soon he knew that she was in sleep that was full of horrid nightmares that he could not save her from.
~*~
Okay, Chapter Two is done... yay... I hope I can get more reviews, but even if I don't, I won't stop posting chapters...
And I know that Thranduil was probably acting out of character, but I always pictured him to have his meaner side... Like Legolas. Legolas is a quiet, barely speaking elf from what I've read, but I can see he has his more 'warrior' side to him as well. A serious side if you want to call it...
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 Two: The Anger of Thranduil
Thranduil left the quietness of his library, and went off in search of his son and his companion. He could not find them anywhere and he wondered if maybe they had gone to survey the damage in the village. He then saw a servant, an older one, motioning the King to him.
"Yes? What is it?" Thranduil asked as he neared.
"The Prince and Mistress Stargaze are in the Lady's den. They insisted on going there, even though it was off limits. The Prince looked upset, and the lady with him had to support him as they walked." The servant explained.
"Thank you." Thranduil nodded, and headed off towards his beloved Queen's quarters.
He heard laughter, and he poked his head into the Queen's den. Legolas and Irisaylia were sprawled before a fire, and Legolas tickling his beloved.
"Stop Legolas!" Irisaylia giggled.
"Never, my princess!" Legolas cheered.
They became silent, and Legolas leaned down, Irisaylia pinned beneath him. Thranduil pulled his head from the doorway, not wanting to see the affection between his son and the girl.
Irisaylia stared up at her love, and felt his lips graciously touch hers. The kiss was gentle, and Legolas wrapped an arm underneath her, the other cupping her cheek. Minutes later, they pulled apart. They sat and stared at the fire in silence.
"Legolas." Thranduil stepped into the room.
"Ada!" Legolas jumped to his feet, offering his hand to Irisaylia. She accepted it, and stood.
"You know these rooms are off limits." Thranduil scolded him, and confused even himself at the sound of his nasty tone.
"I..." Legolas stopped short, not sure of what to say.
"He just wanted to come here, milord, to remember some more of his mother." Irisaylia quickly explained.
"Are you the one who suggested this absurd idea?" Thranduil raised his voice to the girl. He had never disliked Irisaylia, he was actually quite fond of her, but who was she to go against his rules?
"N-no." Irisaylia faltered, and lowered her head.
"That, I fear, I am finding unbelievable." Thranduil growled.
Legolas stared at his father, he had never seen him angry like this.
"I am sorry milord." Irisaylia said quietly.
"Sorry? You went against my rules, that work in MY palace!" Thranduil yelled at her.
Irisaylia winced at his voice, and cowered under his gaze, "I said I was sorry milord."
Thranduil was furious. He knew none of this was Legolas, or Irisaylia's fault, but he needed to blame someone. He raised his hand, and a smack echoed off of Irisaylia's cheek. Her head turned with the hit, and a sob racked her body. Thranduil instantly regretted what he had just done.
"Irisaylia..." His voice shook, "I-I did not mean to..."
Legolas halted him, "Stop it father."
Legolas pulled Irisaylia into the safety of his arms. He whispered soothing words into her ear as Thranduil walked out of the room.
"Love, are you alright?" He asked softly.
"I will be fine." Irisaylia nodded.
Legolas kissed her forehead, "The darkness of the sky has gone. The orcs will not be in the village now."
"Shall we go? I want to check on my parents, and my sister." Irisaylia asked in a childlike voice.
"Yes. We shall go." Legolas smiled, and kissed her again.
Irisaylia could not believe the sight before her. The village was in a pure mayhem. Smoke billowed from the fire raging still, even though there were no houses of shops standing.
"Legolas..." Irisaylia let out a ragged breath, "What happened?"
Legolas took her hand, as they stopped in front of a yard where the white, wooden fence stood tall, and an old house up the cobble path had fallen. The house belonged to Irisaylia's parents.
"No!" She yelled and ran forward.
She tumbled through the debris, and saw a sight a child should never see. Her father lay still in the mist of all the mess, a wooden pillar piercing his chest. Irisaylia froze, and studied the scene before her. Her father, she realized, was dead.
"Irisaylia?" Legolas approached her, and stopped, "Oh Irisaylia...."
She nodded through her tears, and turned into his arms. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, which meant the orcs had taken her prisoner, to torture her.
"She will not live! The orcs will torture her, no elf should have to go through it." She sobbed.
"Ssshhh." Legolas comforted her.
Irisaylia realized that Legolas was always there, no matter the amount of pain, he would always be ready to comfort her when she needed it.
"Mijuielle! Animaya and Animayla!" Irisaylia said suddenly.
The two elves raced through the debris of the village, where they came upon the smoldering Frareleaf house. Irisaylia saw two chestnut coloured heads, and ran to them.
Mijuielle was laying, lifeless next to her lifeless daughter, Animaya. Animayla was nowhere in sight.
"Please, not them..." Irisaylia sobbed and fell to her knees.
"Animayla!" Legolas cried out in search of the little girl, "ANIMAYLA!"
The skies thundered loudly, and black cascaded once more over Mirkwood.
"Irisaylia, we must go." Legolas ushered her up.
"I can't." Irisaylia sobbed.
"Please Irisaylia." Legolas pleaded.
"Legolas..." She cried.
"Ssshhh...come on." Legolas knew that with Irisaylia in this state that the orcs would surely catch them. So he did the only thing he knew he could, he lifted Irisaylia into his arms, and took off on his swift, elven feet.
Irisaylia laid on their bed, helplessly crying and shivering. Legolas came back into the room, and saw her shaking violently. He realized that she was indeed in a great amount of pain.
"Irisaylia, I brought you some hot tea." Legolas offered.
"Mijuielle and me drank tea last time I seen her. I never thought it would be our last drink together." Irisaylia admitted.
Legolas set the tray of tea on his desk, and turned towards the bed, "Irisaylia, I'm here. You didn't let me suffer alone earlier, so I won't let you suffer alone now."
He crawled into the bed, and pulled her into his chest.
"Din melamin Silence my love." Legolas whispered.
Irisaylia relaxed in his arms, and soon he knew that she was in sleep that was full of horrid nightmares that he could not save her from.
~*~
Okay, Chapter Two is done... yay... I hope I can get more reviews, but even if I don't, I won't stop posting chapters...
And I know that Thranduil was probably acting out of character, but I always pictured him to have his meaner side... Like Legolas. Legolas is a quiet, barely speaking elf from what I've read, but I can see he has his more 'warrior' side to him as well. A serious side if you want to call it...