I think I've said this before? I don't own LOTR etc etc.But I did come up
with Turion and Morrigan. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed!
Rouku: I'm afraid I don't watch soaps so I wouldn't know. I actually went and read your fics after reading your review, and to be perfectly honest, I didn't enjoy them Thankfully, however, I have more tact than to say that they 'suck'. PS - you might want to watch your spellchecker - it's opera, not opra, and over not ove. ;)
Lizzie: I've actually got the fic finished and started on the sequel! It's just a case of when I can manage to get online to post more! And as for Turion.well you'll have to wait and see. :D
Fire Eagle: thankyou!! *blushes* but cliffies are good though...it's fun to leave people hanging... ;)
v: OK here it is!
Bill the Pony2: aww! I'm glad you're liking it! And I'll try to make them longer from now on...Hope this is better!
ElvenRanger13: ty and here it is...
*looks at the above* wow thats a lot of writing... on with the chapter!
Turion sat alone again in front of the small fire. It was burning brightly, and although he sat right next to it, he never felt the heat. He was still trying to make sense of all the images he was being shown when he looked through his brother's memories. The more he looked, the more he disliked what he saw. In the two centuries they had been apart, Turion had become cold and cruel. Strong, he thought to himself. Legolas on the other hand had become a better warrior than the one he had known, but he had also become more compassionate and caring.
There was however one thing left that Turion admired about him, he had also shown real bravery many times in situations that would have sent others running. For just a moment, Turion almost felt sorry about the pain he was going to cause his sibling. Almost.
.
Minutes had passed since Turion and the witch left the room. Nobody had spoken, but Legolas was still having trouble breathing. Aragorn wanted to say something, but he didn't dare speak. He didn't know what magic had been performed, but he did know it was evil, and he feared for his friend. Something had been done to him and from the
look of pain on his face, it was serious.
"What happened?" he asked quietly, although in the dark silence, it sounded deafening. "Are you alright?" There was no reply for long moments. Finally, so quiet that the human could hardly hear,
"It burns."
"What does?"
The elf lifted his head with some effort. "Everything." he replied, then groaned as the door opened and Turion and the witch walked back in silently.
It was very early morning when Aragorn awoke and found Legolas kneeling over him. There was pain in his leg from two wounds - he could not remember no matter how hard he tried where they had come from. The elf turned and took some hot water from beside the small fire they had set up in a copse near the road, then turned back to
tend the wounds.
Little did he know that this was not Legolas, it was Turion, and the concern he saw on his 'friends' face was not there at all. The wounds on the ranger's leg were infected, but only by Turion's doing. And little did he know that he had been drugged for three
days, until they arrived here, near the northwest borders of Mirkwood. And he did not know anything that had happened recently until now. Sitting up, he asked 'Legolas' about that.
"You don't remember? We were ambushed by a large group of orcs - you were shot. We were both lucky to make it out alive. For a while there, I didn't think you were going to wake up." He put the water down. "It's lucky that we're so close to my home - your leg is bad, and it's getting worse. I can't tend the infection myself." The
intention was clear. They were going to Mirkwood. "We should be there in about a day, but I doubt you can walk, and even if you could it would probably do your leg more harm than good. There's a small outpost of my father's guards not far from here. I can make it there and back by noon to get help, but I doubt if I should leave you like
this."
"I'm fine. Go." Aragorn replied. It was then that he noticed two horses not far from their position. A few minutes later, after making sure that everything was taken care of at their makeshift camp, the elf mounted one of them and rode off towards the forest. If he could have seen the murderous intent on Turion's face, he would not have been so calm.
.
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the mountains, the witch, who had been left a small band of Turion's orcs to govern, had secretly taken the real Legolas to a small isolated cave high in the mountains. On the long journey there, she had told him, when he had doubted her power all about him, and her words had haunted him since. She told him,
"I am older than the oldest of the firstborn. When the very first dischord was struck in the song that created this world, I came into being. I was the first, and I shall be the last. None are more evil than I. I am evil and cruelty personified."
Once there, she had laid a spell on him, sending him into a deep sleeplike state. As the darkness descended, she told him,
"Until this is over, you will see everything your brother does as you through his eyes. You will see the irreversible damage he will do, and you will see the look on your father's face, as 'you' kill him."
With that, she left him there, and returned not to Turion's makeshift palace as he expected, but to her own abode, far in the icy wastes of the north, content that her evil work was done.
It was almost an hour before Turion found the guard post. It had moved since he last visited it. As he approached, one of the soldiers came out to see who was coming. Recognising Turion as Legolas, he returned inside momentarily and the rest of the soldiers also came out. Turion didn't waste time. He still wasn't convinced that the witch's spells would work, and didn't want to risk discovery.
"I need your help. Aragorn is injured, and needs attention quickly - I can't move him alone and he needs to get to my fathers halls." The guards didn't question him, and immediately four of the seven stepped forward to follow Turion back into the woods.
...................
Days later, Turion was sitting in the same room as his father when a messenger entered and approached the king. After reading the letter, he told Turion,
"Galadriel, Elrond and Mithrandir have all said they will attend the meeting next week. They will be here in a few days." The mention of Galadriel and the Istari immediately worried Turion. If they were here, they would know immediately that he wasn't Legolas! What had the witch said? 'Only elves with power, like Galadriel, and the Istari...'
Instead, he turned to his father,
"Meeting?"
"To discuss the growing threat of orcs in our lands. We talked about this weeks ago."
"I have to go." Turion turned and walked from the room quickly before any questions could be asked.
This was a problem. This was very very bad. This meant that Turion would have to push up his plans for his father by weeks. No matter, he thought to himself, all he had to do would be to finish the elven king off before any of them arrived, and take the throne. Once he did that, it wouldn't matter if they found out that he was not his brother. He was the rightful heir anyway, being by hours the older twin. How am I to do this? he paused outside his room for a moment. The ranger - I could frame him easily. Nobody would even suspect me until it was too late and they were both dead. The smile that crossed his face as he entered his room was beyond evil.
A/N: look at the nice little review button down there.go on, click it.go on.go on, go on, go on, go on, go on (If you've ever seen Father Ted, you'll know what I mean!)
Rouku: I'm afraid I don't watch soaps so I wouldn't know. I actually went and read your fics after reading your review, and to be perfectly honest, I didn't enjoy them Thankfully, however, I have more tact than to say that they 'suck'. PS - you might want to watch your spellchecker - it's opera, not opra, and over not ove. ;)
Lizzie: I've actually got the fic finished and started on the sequel! It's just a case of when I can manage to get online to post more! And as for Turion.well you'll have to wait and see. :D
Fire Eagle: thankyou!! *blushes* but cliffies are good though...it's fun to leave people hanging... ;)
v: OK here it is!
Bill the Pony2: aww! I'm glad you're liking it! And I'll try to make them longer from now on...Hope this is better!
ElvenRanger13: ty and here it is...
*looks at the above* wow thats a lot of writing... on with the chapter!
Turion sat alone again in front of the small fire. It was burning brightly, and although he sat right next to it, he never felt the heat. He was still trying to make sense of all the images he was being shown when he looked through his brother's memories. The more he looked, the more he disliked what he saw. In the two centuries they had been apart, Turion had become cold and cruel. Strong, he thought to himself. Legolas on the other hand had become a better warrior than the one he had known, but he had also become more compassionate and caring.
There was however one thing left that Turion admired about him, he had also shown real bravery many times in situations that would have sent others running. For just a moment, Turion almost felt sorry about the pain he was going to cause his sibling. Almost.
.
Minutes had passed since Turion and the witch left the room. Nobody had spoken, but Legolas was still having trouble breathing. Aragorn wanted to say something, but he didn't dare speak. He didn't know what magic had been performed, but he did know it was evil, and he feared for his friend. Something had been done to him and from the
look of pain on his face, it was serious.
"What happened?" he asked quietly, although in the dark silence, it sounded deafening. "Are you alright?" There was no reply for long moments. Finally, so quiet that the human could hardly hear,
"It burns."
"What does?"
The elf lifted his head with some effort. "Everything." he replied, then groaned as the door opened and Turion and the witch walked back in silently.
It was very early morning when Aragorn awoke and found Legolas kneeling over him. There was pain in his leg from two wounds - he could not remember no matter how hard he tried where they had come from. The elf turned and took some hot water from beside the small fire they had set up in a copse near the road, then turned back to
tend the wounds.
Little did he know that this was not Legolas, it was Turion, and the concern he saw on his 'friends' face was not there at all. The wounds on the ranger's leg were infected, but only by Turion's doing. And little did he know that he had been drugged for three
days, until they arrived here, near the northwest borders of Mirkwood. And he did not know anything that had happened recently until now. Sitting up, he asked 'Legolas' about that.
"You don't remember? We were ambushed by a large group of orcs - you were shot. We were both lucky to make it out alive. For a while there, I didn't think you were going to wake up." He put the water down. "It's lucky that we're so close to my home - your leg is bad, and it's getting worse. I can't tend the infection myself." The
intention was clear. They were going to Mirkwood. "We should be there in about a day, but I doubt you can walk, and even if you could it would probably do your leg more harm than good. There's a small outpost of my father's guards not far from here. I can make it there and back by noon to get help, but I doubt if I should leave you like
this."
"I'm fine. Go." Aragorn replied. It was then that he noticed two horses not far from their position. A few minutes later, after making sure that everything was taken care of at their makeshift camp, the elf mounted one of them and rode off towards the forest. If he could have seen the murderous intent on Turion's face, he would not have been so calm.
.
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the mountains, the witch, who had been left a small band of Turion's orcs to govern, had secretly taken the real Legolas to a small isolated cave high in the mountains. On the long journey there, she had told him, when he had doubted her power all about him, and her words had haunted him since. She told him,
"I am older than the oldest of the firstborn. When the very first dischord was struck in the song that created this world, I came into being. I was the first, and I shall be the last. None are more evil than I. I am evil and cruelty personified."
Once there, she had laid a spell on him, sending him into a deep sleeplike state. As the darkness descended, she told him,
"Until this is over, you will see everything your brother does as you through his eyes. You will see the irreversible damage he will do, and you will see the look on your father's face, as 'you' kill him."
With that, she left him there, and returned not to Turion's makeshift palace as he expected, but to her own abode, far in the icy wastes of the north, content that her evil work was done.
It was almost an hour before Turion found the guard post. It had moved since he last visited it. As he approached, one of the soldiers came out to see who was coming. Recognising Turion as Legolas, he returned inside momentarily and the rest of the soldiers also came out. Turion didn't waste time. He still wasn't convinced that the witch's spells would work, and didn't want to risk discovery.
"I need your help. Aragorn is injured, and needs attention quickly - I can't move him alone and he needs to get to my fathers halls." The guards didn't question him, and immediately four of the seven stepped forward to follow Turion back into the woods.
...................
Days later, Turion was sitting in the same room as his father when a messenger entered and approached the king. After reading the letter, he told Turion,
"Galadriel, Elrond and Mithrandir have all said they will attend the meeting next week. They will be here in a few days." The mention of Galadriel and the Istari immediately worried Turion. If they were here, they would know immediately that he wasn't Legolas! What had the witch said? 'Only elves with power, like Galadriel, and the Istari...'
Instead, he turned to his father,
"Meeting?"
"To discuss the growing threat of orcs in our lands. We talked about this weeks ago."
"I have to go." Turion turned and walked from the room quickly before any questions could be asked.
This was a problem. This was very very bad. This meant that Turion would have to push up his plans for his father by weeks. No matter, he thought to himself, all he had to do would be to finish the elven king off before any of them arrived, and take the throne. Once he did that, it wouldn't matter if they found out that he was not his brother. He was the rightful heir anyway, being by hours the older twin. How am I to do this? he paused outside his room for a moment. The ranger - I could frame him easily. Nobody would even suspect me until it was too late and they were both dead. The smile that crossed his face as he entered his room was beyond evil.
A/N: look at the nice little review button down there.go on, click it.go on.go on, go on, go on, go on, go on (If you've ever seen Father Ted, you'll know what I mean!)