Shape Shifter
Disclaimer: Even though some of these characters are original, I do not own any of Tolkein's ideas or work and, as much as I'd like to, I never will.
Warining: This fan fiction is rated PG-13 for violence, and some profaine language and situations.
Credit: Credit for this story goes to Avarelin Greenleaf. Without her, this one would have never made it as far as it did.
Chapter 1: It Begins...
Amargwaith fidgetted restlessly in his stone chair. The hour was almost here. Soon the attack on Lothlorien would begin, and he would become its new ruler.
"Dorlas!" the evil Elf called, "I must speak with you!" A tall, strong Man strode into the room. Amargwaith looked at his second-in-command. "Are the warriors ready?"
"Soon, my lord, very soon," came the reply.
"Good," Amargwaith smiled, "Soon we will have our revenge."
Dorlas chuckled slightly, "I will get them ready," he said, then turned and left the room.
Amargwaith sat back in his chair. Everything was going exactly to plan. Once Lothlorien was taken over, he would definately have revenge on the ones who exiled him. Especially Galadriel. Yes, she would be the first to go.
Three other Elves entered the underground chamber. "What are your orders, My Lord?" one asked.
"It's actually quite simple," Amargwaith replied, "I want you to capture me a Lorien Elf. Any one will do. Just bring him to me alive."
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Celeborn and Galadriel sat solomnly at the head of the room. More graven-faced Elves lined the walls of the great hall. All of them were looking at the door, waiting for the one to be prosecuted.
Very soon, the large wooden doors swung open and a dark-haired Elf escorted by two of Lothlorien's soldiers entered the room.
Celeborn stood up and addressed the newcomer, "Arin, son of Kalen, you have been charged with a most haenous crime: the slaying of a fellow Elf."
At this, a few Elves gasped, another woman broke down in tears. It was now Galadriel's turn to speak, "The fair punishment would be death, but because we are not savages, you are banished from all Elven realms in Middle-earth and Valinor."
The Elf, who had looked pretty smug until then had a sudden outburst, "What?! You - you have no right to do this to me!" Arin had expected to be exiled from Lothlorien, and could handle that, but Valinor was a different matter entirely.
"And you had no right to do what you did to the one you murdered," said Galadriel, a hint of threat in her voice. She turned to the two guards who had brought Arin in the room, "Put him outside the forest, and make sure he doesn't come back in."
The two Elves nodded and each one grabbed ahold of one of Arin's arms, who struggled under their grasp. "How did you know?" he yelled as he was dragged out of the room, "I had it perfectly planned!" No one had to answer him. Arin's eyes fell on a tall brunette Elf with delicate features. His cold grey eyes flashed menecingly in her direction, "Wench!" he shouted at her, "I shared my secrets and my bed with you, and this is how you repay me? You'll live to regret this, all of you!" That was the last thing that any of the Lorien Elves heard Arin say for 500 years.
Disclaimer: Even though some of these characters are original, I do not own any of Tolkein's ideas or work and, as much as I'd like to, I never will.
Warining: This fan fiction is rated PG-13 for violence, and some profaine language and situations.
Credit: Credit for this story goes to Avarelin Greenleaf. Without her, this one would have never made it as far as it did.
Chapter 1: It Begins...
Amargwaith fidgetted restlessly in his stone chair. The hour was almost here. Soon the attack on Lothlorien would begin, and he would become its new ruler.
"Dorlas!" the evil Elf called, "I must speak with you!" A tall, strong Man strode into the room. Amargwaith looked at his second-in-command. "Are the warriors ready?"
"Soon, my lord, very soon," came the reply.
"Good," Amargwaith smiled, "Soon we will have our revenge."
Dorlas chuckled slightly, "I will get them ready," he said, then turned and left the room.
Amargwaith sat back in his chair. Everything was going exactly to plan. Once Lothlorien was taken over, he would definately have revenge on the ones who exiled him. Especially Galadriel. Yes, she would be the first to go.
Three other Elves entered the underground chamber. "What are your orders, My Lord?" one asked.
"It's actually quite simple," Amargwaith replied, "I want you to capture me a Lorien Elf. Any one will do. Just bring him to me alive."
~~~~~~~
Celeborn and Galadriel sat solomnly at the head of the room. More graven-faced Elves lined the walls of the great hall. All of them were looking at the door, waiting for the one to be prosecuted.
Very soon, the large wooden doors swung open and a dark-haired Elf escorted by two of Lothlorien's soldiers entered the room.
Celeborn stood up and addressed the newcomer, "Arin, son of Kalen, you have been charged with a most haenous crime: the slaying of a fellow Elf."
At this, a few Elves gasped, another woman broke down in tears. It was now Galadriel's turn to speak, "The fair punishment would be death, but because we are not savages, you are banished from all Elven realms in Middle-earth and Valinor."
The Elf, who had looked pretty smug until then had a sudden outburst, "What?! You - you have no right to do this to me!" Arin had expected to be exiled from Lothlorien, and could handle that, but Valinor was a different matter entirely.
"And you had no right to do what you did to the one you murdered," said Galadriel, a hint of threat in her voice. She turned to the two guards who had brought Arin in the room, "Put him outside the forest, and make sure he doesn't come back in."
The two Elves nodded and each one grabbed ahold of one of Arin's arms, who struggled under their grasp. "How did you know?" he yelled as he was dragged out of the room, "I had it perfectly planned!" No one had to answer him. Arin's eyes fell on a tall brunette Elf with delicate features. His cold grey eyes flashed menecingly in her direction, "Wench!" he shouted at her, "I shared my secrets and my bed with you, and this is how you repay me? You'll live to regret this, all of you!" That was the last thing that any of the Lorien Elves heard Arin say for 500 years.