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.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
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Soul Taker
Chapter Thirteen: The Whisper's of Lost Light
For long months, Legolas had waited in Mirkwood for news of the Soul Taker.and of the Soul Giver. It was in the spring that new life sprung from the ground and the woods were a safe place for elves once more. It was in these spring days that Thranduil and Legolas received word of the Soul Taker and Soul Giver.
"Hail King Thranduil." A messenger bowed before Thranduil and Legolas, who sat in the thrones of the royal court.
Thranduil bowed his head lightly, and the messenger straightened back to his normal height.
"What news do you bring?" Thranduil asked the young boy.
"News of the Soul Taker." The messenger replied.
"Who does this news come from?" Thranduil leaned forward in his throne.
"Lord Elrond of Rivendell." The messenger answered.
"What news of the Soul Taker?" Thranduil eyed the boy.
"The Soul Taker has been defeated, milord." The messenger had a look of glee in his eyes.
"What of the Soul Giver?" Legolas asked eagerly, caring not for the Soul Taker, but for his Irisaylia.
"We bring terrible tidings as well, your Highness," The messenger bowed his head, "The Soul Giver is dead."
Those words were enough to shut Legolas down and make him never move again.
"Legolas." Thranduil put a hand on his shoulder, "Would you like to leave the court?"
"Yes father." Legolas stood, and retreated at a full run from the court.
Legolas found himself at the lake where he and Irisaylia would often run away to.
"Irisaylia." He let out a cry and tears ran down his cheeks.
Everything around him smelled of fresh pine and flowers. It was in these smells that he could picture Irisaylia, before the world around them had turned black.
She had been so beautiful, and innocent. Her laughter had lit up his life, and they were to have a precious forever together, but it all had been ruined by an ancient evil. All coming to her, as she was the descendent of the only force strong enough to take down that evil.
She of beauty and of grace,
Innocent with life,
Poisoned with dark,
She falls forever,
In a realm of Souls,
Where shadows take all,
Stolen from her,
Was a promising forever,
But now forever
Will she fall,
In a realm of Souls,
Where shadows take all
Legolas listened as the elves of Mirkwood song of a lost light. His lost light. He could feel the grief moving slowly up his body, starting at his toes.
"Legolas, my son, she would not want you to give in to grief." Thranduil sounded behind her.
"I know, father." He looked out at the lake, and smiled.
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.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
Read and Review please!
Soul Taker
Chapter Thirteen: The Whisper's of Lost Light
For long months, Legolas had waited in Mirkwood for news of the Soul Taker.and of the Soul Giver. It was in the spring that new life sprung from the ground and the woods were a safe place for elves once more. It was in these spring days that Thranduil and Legolas received word of the Soul Taker and Soul Giver.
"Hail King Thranduil." A messenger bowed before Thranduil and Legolas, who sat in the thrones of the royal court.
Thranduil bowed his head lightly, and the messenger straightened back to his normal height.
"What news do you bring?" Thranduil asked the young boy.
"News of the Soul Taker." The messenger replied.
"Who does this news come from?" Thranduil leaned forward in his throne.
"Lord Elrond of Rivendell." The messenger answered.
"What news of the Soul Taker?" Thranduil eyed the boy.
"The Soul Taker has been defeated, milord." The messenger had a look of glee in his eyes.
"What of the Soul Giver?" Legolas asked eagerly, caring not for the Soul Taker, but for his Irisaylia.
"We bring terrible tidings as well, your Highness," The messenger bowed his head, "The Soul Giver is dead."
Those words were enough to shut Legolas down and make him never move again.
"Legolas." Thranduil put a hand on his shoulder, "Would you like to leave the court?"
"Yes father." Legolas stood, and retreated at a full run from the court.
Legolas found himself at the lake where he and Irisaylia would often run away to.
"Irisaylia." He let out a cry and tears ran down his cheeks.
Everything around him smelled of fresh pine and flowers. It was in these smells that he could picture Irisaylia, before the world around them had turned black.
She had been so beautiful, and innocent. Her laughter had lit up his life, and they were to have a precious forever together, but it all had been ruined by an ancient evil. All coming to her, as she was the descendent of the only force strong enough to take down that evil.
She of beauty and of grace,
Innocent with life,
Poisoned with dark,
She falls forever,
In a realm of Souls,
Where shadows take all,
Stolen from her,
Was a promising forever,
But now forever
Will she fall,
In a realm of Souls,
Where shadows take all
Legolas listened as the elves of Mirkwood song of a lost light. His lost light. He could feel the grief moving slowly up his body, starting at his toes.
"Legolas, my son, she would not want you to give in to grief." Thranduil sounded behind her.
"I know, father." He looked out at the lake, and smiled.