The Day Legolas Fell
By: aisery
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or any other character from LOTR. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and the publishers of the book. But I do own the few OC's present in the story. I'll leave it to you to figure out who the OC's are.
Author's note: I would just like to make it clear that I am merely writing this fic because I totally disapprove of the Aragorn-Legolas pairing (though I do not have anything against writers of said pairing) and not because I am in any way attracted or besotted in the very least to everyone's favorite elf, Legolas Greenleaf. I can assure you that I most certainly am not.
One more thing, I still haven't read Silmarillion but I do know bits and pieces of it, which I used as a sort of basis for my plot and OC. But as I still do not know the whole of it, I took the liberty to invent a few stuffs to make it more appropriate for my storyline.
Anyway, I would appreciate your comments and reviews so please feel free to do so. Constructive criticism will be most welcome; flames will be ignored. ^_^
Prologue
Three rings for the Elven-kings under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone
Nine for mortal men doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord in his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
One ring to rule them all
One ring to find them
One ring to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them
And so it was that the Dark Lord, Sauron, created the One Ring in the accursed fires of Mordor. Darkness fell upon Middle Earth. Chaos and havoc spread like wildfire, and fear and hatred reigned in the hearts of men.
***
Elbereth Gildoniel, fairest of the Valar, walked forlornly in the glades of Mordor, deep in thought. Despair was slowly enveloping her as she gazed at the bleak, barren vastness of Mordor. 'What is becoming of us? Why must the darkness insist on living and clouding our very hearts and minds? What have I ever done wrong? All I did was love. Was that so wrong as for fate to punish me as cruelly as this?' And yet she knew from the beginning that this was going to happen. She knew from the moment her eyes chanced upon the new Lord of Mordor that the end would not be as she had hoped it to be. He was an evil Maia and she a Vala, a relationship between the two was strictly forbidden. It was simply not meant to be. And she knew that for a fact. Yet she still loved him even though she knew it was all in vain. She let her love for him grow and he in turn nourished it. She turned her back on everything that she knew. She threw caution to the wind just to give their love a chance. But fate had other plans.
She went down to Middle Earth and stayed with her beloved. Their love blossomed into something so beautiful and great, even the other Valar couldn't find anything wrong with it. But as was the way of fate, everything changed in the blink of an eye. Light turned to darkness and love turned to hate. The seed of evil grew within her beloved and all was lost. He was seduced by the power of evil and gradually surrendered to its calling. And it was then that she knew that all was not well for their relationship or for Middle Earth. Their love was no more, gone with the wind and the ever-changing times. She knew that it would already be futile to even attempt reviving their relationship. Fate had other plans and even she, the Vala of the stars, cannot do anything but watch even at the expense of her own heart. or her daughter.
Yes, she gave birth to their only child a few days ago. the night he created the Ring of Power. And she must leave her beloved daughter to the care of her father. Even though she very much resented the idea of leaving her dearest daughter, she had no choice. It was fate's plans. She knew the minute she conceived that the Valar will not welcome her daughter amongst them. And what's worse was that she understood them and knew and even believed their reasons for doing so.
"Varda, we know of your despair, your sorrow and most of all your grief. We know it's hard for you to leave your own daughter behind in the hands of evil but it has to be done. It is true that there is still hope that she may not have the seed of evil within her but it is also very much possible that she is to be her father's heir. But all of this will be up to her. It will be her choice. Whether it be good or bad, we cannot interfere. She has a right to be free. She must have the freedom of choice." This said, Manwe, Vala of the winds, patted her shoulder condolingly, trying to comfort her and ease her pain as much as possible.
But their efforts of comforting her were all in vain. Nothing could ever ease the pain of a mother forcefully separated from her own daughter. She understood them and believed them. Yet she refused to accept it. "Will it not be more infinitely possible for her to become evil as she is after all being raised under the shadows of the wings of darkness? If she becomes evil, how do you suppose will we be able to stop her much less the people of Middle Earth? She will be unnaturally strong and powerful as she is the daughter of both a Maia and a Vala. Should we not try to guide her into the path of goodness and teach her the ways of the Valar?" She said this with despair so clearly written in her eyes that the other Valar could not help but pity her. But there was naught they could do but console her. It had to be done.
"We must give her the freedom to choose, Varda."
"It is her right."
"We cannot bind her to us."
"It is not our way."
And these were all the other Valar could offer as words of condolences. She understood them and very much comprehended them. yet she just cannot accept it. This was her daughter they were forsaking. She cannot let it happen. And amidst all the chaos and confusion in her mind and heart, she heard a voice so gentle, so soothing yet so sad; it was the voice of Nienna, sister of the feanturi, griever of the hurts of arda and giver of counsel to those who despair.
"Do you love your daughter, Varda?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then you must set her free. Do you not wish her to be so?"
"B-but."
"Sometimes we have to let go of our loved ones and set them free so they may be able to find the path destiny made specially for them. She needs to be free to find her own happiness, Varda. You do want your daughter to be happy, do you not?"
"I do want her to be happy."
And with that she heaved a big sigh and turned around to go to her daughter and kiss her one last time.
***
"Goodbye, my dear daughter. I will see you again when fate has already decided to end my torment. I hope. I hope that it will be under better circumstances and not in the situation I most fear. Goodbye." and with that Elbereth Gildoniel kissed her beloved daughter and disappeared, leaving her with but a single gift.
***
Years passed and the war against Sauron raged on. In an effort to bring an end to the Dark Lord once and for all, an alliance between Elves and Men was formed. Together they marched to the Black Gates of Mordor, their hearts filled with fear but their valor keeping them strong.
They reached the Gate of Doom and there they met their greatest fear, Sauron, wielder of the One Ring, Lord of Mordor and heir of Morgoth. They fought valiantly, yet it was evident that they did not stand a chance against the Dark Lord and his ring. Despair filled their hearts as they watched many of their comrades die in the hands of the Enemy; and fear clutched their hearts as they saw their king fall and his sword, Narsil, break into three as it clashed with the mighty sword of Sauron. Many watched frozen in their horror as the Dark Lord turned to Isildur, son of Elendil, swinging his sword and successfully disarming the young prince and making him lose his balance. And as Elendil's heir lay there under the mercy of the Dark Lord, all their hopes fled and deserted them. But it was then that the new King of Gondor picked up his father's sword and swung it almost blindly and desperately at the Lord of Mordor. And it was not in vain for as he did so, he took three of the Dark Lord's fingers including the finger that held the Ring of Power. At that the Dark Lord gave an earsplitting cry of defeat and the people of Middle Earth roared back to life once more killing everything that stood in their path. It was a victory for the free peoples of Middle Earth and everyone gave a shout of exultation.
But amidst all this, a hooded figure watched from a distance. A mysterious shadow standing forlornly atop a gloomy, gray cliff; looking down at the misty ground watching Elves and Men alike rejoice, its eyes cast in shadow, a murky gray as that of a stormy sky. It stood there mourning for the death of so many and a lone tear escaped from its esoteric eyes.
By: aisery
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or any other character from LOTR. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and the publishers of the book. But I do own the few OC's present in the story. I'll leave it to you to figure out who the OC's are.
Author's note: I would just like to make it clear that I am merely writing this fic because I totally disapprove of the Aragorn-Legolas pairing (though I do not have anything against writers of said pairing) and not because I am in any way attracted or besotted in the very least to everyone's favorite elf, Legolas Greenleaf. I can assure you that I most certainly am not.
One more thing, I still haven't read Silmarillion but I do know bits and pieces of it, which I used as a sort of basis for my plot and OC. But as I still do not know the whole of it, I took the liberty to invent a few stuffs to make it more appropriate for my storyline.
Anyway, I would appreciate your comments and reviews so please feel free to do so. Constructive criticism will be most welcome; flames will be ignored. ^_^
Prologue
Three rings for the Elven-kings under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone
Nine for mortal men doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord in his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
One ring to rule them all
One ring to find them
One ring to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them
And so it was that the Dark Lord, Sauron, created the One Ring in the accursed fires of Mordor. Darkness fell upon Middle Earth. Chaos and havoc spread like wildfire, and fear and hatred reigned in the hearts of men.
***
Elbereth Gildoniel, fairest of the Valar, walked forlornly in the glades of Mordor, deep in thought. Despair was slowly enveloping her as she gazed at the bleak, barren vastness of Mordor. 'What is becoming of us? Why must the darkness insist on living and clouding our very hearts and minds? What have I ever done wrong? All I did was love. Was that so wrong as for fate to punish me as cruelly as this?' And yet she knew from the beginning that this was going to happen. She knew from the moment her eyes chanced upon the new Lord of Mordor that the end would not be as she had hoped it to be. He was an evil Maia and she a Vala, a relationship between the two was strictly forbidden. It was simply not meant to be. And she knew that for a fact. Yet she still loved him even though she knew it was all in vain. She let her love for him grow and he in turn nourished it. She turned her back on everything that she knew. She threw caution to the wind just to give their love a chance. But fate had other plans.
She went down to Middle Earth and stayed with her beloved. Their love blossomed into something so beautiful and great, even the other Valar couldn't find anything wrong with it. But as was the way of fate, everything changed in the blink of an eye. Light turned to darkness and love turned to hate. The seed of evil grew within her beloved and all was lost. He was seduced by the power of evil and gradually surrendered to its calling. And it was then that she knew that all was not well for their relationship or for Middle Earth. Their love was no more, gone with the wind and the ever-changing times. She knew that it would already be futile to even attempt reviving their relationship. Fate had other plans and even she, the Vala of the stars, cannot do anything but watch even at the expense of her own heart. or her daughter.
Yes, she gave birth to their only child a few days ago. the night he created the Ring of Power. And she must leave her beloved daughter to the care of her father. Even though she very much resented the idea of leaving her dearest daughter, she had no choice. It was fate's plans. She knew the minute she conceived that the Valar will not welcome her daughter amongst them. And what's worse was that she understood them and knew and even believed their reasons for doing so.
"Varda, we know of your despair, your sorrow and most of all your grief. We know it's hard for you to leave your own daughter behind in the hands of evil but it has to be done. It is true that there is still hope that she may not have the seed of evil within her but it is also very much possible that she is to be her father's heir. But all of this will be up to her. It will be her choice. Whether it be good or bad, we cannot interfere. She has a right to be free. She must have the freedom of choice." This said, Manwe, Vala of the winds, patted her shoulder condolingly, trying to comfort her and ease her pain as much as possible.
But their efforts of comforting her were all in vain. Nothing could ever ease the pain of a mother forcefully separated from her own daughter. She understood them and believed them. Yet she refused to accept it. "Will it not be more infinitely possible for her to become evil as she is after all being raised under the shadows of the wings of darkness? If she becomes evil, how do you suppose will we be able to stop her much less the people of Middle Earth? She will be unnaturally strong and powerful as she is the daughter of both a Maia and a Vala. Should we not try to guide her into the path of goodness and teach her the ways of the Valar?" She said this with despair so clearly written in her eyes that the other Valar could not help but pity her. But there was naught they could do but console her. It had to be done.
"We must give her the freedom to choose, Varda."
"It is her right."
"We cannot bind her to us."
"It is not our way."
And these were all the other Valar could offer as words of condolences. She understood them and very much comprehended them. yet she just cannot accept it. This was her daughter they were forsaking. She cannot let it happen. And amidst all the chaos and confusion in her mind and heart, she heard a voice so gentle, so soothing yet so sad; it was the voice of Nienna, sister of the feanturi, griever of the hurts of arda and giver of counsel to those who despair.
"Do you love your daughter, Varda?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then you must set her free. Do you not wish her to be so?"
"B-but."
"Sometimes we have to let go of our loved ones and set them free so they may be able to find the path destiny made specially for them. She needs to be free to find her own happiness, Varda. You do want your daughter to be happy, do you not?"
"I do want her to be happy."
And with that she heaved a big sigh and turned around to go to her daughter and kiss her one last time.
***
"Goodbye, my dear daughter. I will see you again when fate has already decided to end my torment. I hope. I hope that it will be under better circumstances and not in the situation I most fear. Goodbye." and with that Elbereth Gildoniel kissed her beloved daughter and disappeared, leaving her with but a single gift.
***
Years passed and the war against Sauron raged on. In an effort to bring an end to the Dark Lord once and for all, an alliance between Elves and Men was formed. Together they marched to the Black Gates of Mordor, their hearts filled with fear but their valor keeping them strong.
They reached the Gate of Doom and there they met their greatest fear, Sauron, wielder of the One Ring, Lord of Mordor and heir of Morgoth. They fought valiantly, yet it was evident that they did not stand a chance against the Dark Lord and his ring. Despair filled their hearts as they watched many of their comrades die in the hands of the Enemy; and fear clutched their hearts as they saw their king fall and his sword, Narsil, break into three as it clashed with the mighty sword of Sauron. Many watched frozen in their horror as the Dark Lord turned to Isildur, son of Elendil, swinging his sword and successfully disarming the young prince and making him lose his balance. And as Elendil's heir lay there under the mercy of the Dark Lord, all their hopes fled and deserted them. But it was then that the new King of Gondor picked up his father's sword and swung it almost blindly and desperately at the Lord of Mordor. And it was not in vain for as he did so, he took three of the Dark Lord's fingers including the finger that held the Ring of Power. At that the Dark Lord gave an earsplitting cry of defeat and the people of Middle Earth roared back to life once more killing everything that stood in their path. It was a victory for the free peoples of Middle Earth and everyone gave a shout of exultation.
But amidst all this, a hooded figure watched from a distance. A mysterious shadow standing forlornly atop a gloomy, gray cliff; looking down at the misty ground watching Elves and Men alike rejoice, its eyes cast in shadow, a murky gray as that of a stormy sky. It stood there mourning for the death of so many and a lone tear escaped from its esoteric eyes.