A/N: The following is AU and made up by me, thusly it is called FAN FICTION. Anyway, if it seems a bit odd, sorry. If it seems a bit short, sorry for that too although it is of average length in this fic. But these chapters are all pre-written, meaning I basically just proofread these, copy and paste and save and load. I don't write them from scratch.I'm getting up to my stopping point however, in which case I'll have to start writing them as I go again. But I'll tell u the very last 2 chapter I have written are long. So whatever.see that button at the bottom? Be a dear. Click it. *g*

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Part 68



Arod stood quietly as Legolas stared around himself, waiting for Aragorn to lead them forth. The wood hissed at him wickedly, whispering their incoherent conversations. The Elf was getting more and more irritated by them and felt the inclination to leave this place at once. But he must follow Aragorn on their road.

Legolas heard Aragorn's distant voice force the door s open and an unearthly light flooded at them. One by one, they rode on into the abyss they were destined for. As Legolas slowly inched Arod forward as the Dunadain ahead of him followed Aragorn, he remembered what Eowyn had said to Aragorn before they had left. She had been desperate to go with them, but Aragorn had denied her the privilege. And she had had said the only reason any of them followed him now was because they loved him and that love was greater than the fear of death. But Legolas, of all Aragorn's followers, truly did not fear the Dead. And he didn't now, though as he and Arod drew ever nearer, the horse and Gimli behind him grew anxious.

Finally, all the Dunadain had followed Aragorn into the Paths of the Dead and Legolas sat before it upon Arod. He could not see any of those who had already entered. Arod quivered and shook piteously beneath the Elf and refused to go forth. But Legolas leaned over and placed his slender hands over the stallion's eyes, whispering Elvish to it, his own voice mingling with the hissing of the trees that plagued only his mind. And so Arod suffered himself to be led in.

Legolas passed through the entrance with his own pale blue eyes closed and darkness engulfed him once he opened them again. He sensed Elladan come in behind him and the doors closed. There was no turning back now. The eldest son of Elrond carried a torch, alike Aragorn, so some meager light reached the rest of their companions once their eyes adjusted to the blackness. They could not really see what lay on either side of them, only ahead and behind. It was unnerving, really. Yet Legolas still was unafraid. Instead, the Elf was curious of this place. Of the darkness. He fought the urge to stray and discover what was beyond the surrounding ebony. But he stayed his course.

Again, they went on in silence, hesitant to disturb the eerie dark. But Legolas was only granted a solitary mind for a little while. Now, new voices spoke unto the Prince of Mirkwood.

Some strange language perplexed his sensitive Elven ears and they spoke amongst themselves. But a voice as clear as that of any of his companions then chided in.

" Son of Thranduil, why do you trespass in this realm? "

Legolas did not waver, only listened.

" Why does one immortal seek the fate of a mortal being?"

The other unseen spirits continued to converse in the background.

" You bring light of the living world to this place. You bring a priceless soul that hungers for the light. "

Legolas shuddered at the way the voice uttered the word 'soul'.


" The light you seek, you posses within,but you cannot

see it. You fear not this darkness for it is familiar
as the darkness that fills your mind. "


The others became louder now.


" We thirst for the anguished soul. Give us the prince.

Give us the prince. Give us the prince of Mirkwood."

They pleaded like starving peasants and the desperation in their words chilled Legolas to the bone.

" Come to us, Laegolas. Come to us, Greenleaf of Eryn

Lasgalen. "


The dominant voice spoke out, beckoning Legolas.

" We desire the fair Greenleaf of Mirkwood. We desire the

Pale Lily of the Elves. Give us the prince. Give us his
soul."

Legolas now heard the full hunger in their hoarse pleadings. He stopped Arod, not hearing Gimli's inquiries as to why. He wandered blindly into the darkness, slowly, and Elladan watched him in perplexity. Legolas drew his bow and notched an arrow to it silently, the voices growing louder and louder.

" Give us the lily, give us the light, give us the prince."

He turned around slowly, in circles, aiming his bow, listening, and seeking. The whole company had stopped now, and Elladan stood by Aragorn, both watching in dismay as Legolas kept turning. His blue eyes were darkened now, seeking the entity of that the voice belonged to.

" Give us the prince. Give us the prince. Give us his soul."

Legolas stopped in his tracks as he suddenly saw a pair of fiery eyes, seeming to be in the distance, yet right in front of him. His own eyes grew wide, only as they had when he faced the coming of the Balrog in Moria, what seemed an Age ago.

" Come to us ", it hissed. And Legolas released his arrow.

K, I'll only be updating this like a chapter a day. Perhaps 2. But I know have other ficlets out and a WIP fic as well. I'm thinking about starting a another new one, maybe even 2 in addition. Please keep up the reviews and don't forget/neglect this fic! It's my most beloved one..^_^ Thank u all so much to my reviewers, no matter what fic u have reviewed. U make my day! ^_^