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Oh, and just a little note, "Him/His" and stuff like that refers to the
devil
Chapter 5: Vile Dreams
Legolas was still out the next morning. To those who knew him well, there almost seemed to be a shadow on his face. Thranduil had a white gauze bandage wrapped around his head but he looked fine besides that. He and Verne' sat in some chairs in Legolas' bedroom, waiting for their son to awaken.
What they didn't know was Legolas was facing turmoil within himself as his demon half began to fight him for control over his body. 'Come on Exile!' the voice began, 'You cannot fight me much longer. Give in to His will. It will be far less painful that way.' Legolas was fighting but his will was beginning to whittle down. 'No! I won't give in! And my name is not Exile. It is Prince Legolas Greenleaf Thranduilion, of Mirkwood.' 'My, my, trying to convince yourself by using the *entire* title eh?' That actually *was* the idea.
'Why do you make yourself suffer for their sake? They only don't want you to have this power for fear you will use it against them. They are selfish!' 'No, I don't want this power! Leave me alone!' pleaded Legolas. 'Why do you fight it Exile? You are fighting for those you no longer even care about!' 'What do you mean? Of course I care about them; they are my friends, my family. I care about them with all my heart.' 'That's a shame considering you no longer even *have* a heart. Just false hope.'
Those last words bit like a steel sword in Legolas' chest. 'What do you mean I don't have a heart? Of course I do!' The other voice cackled evilly, 'True, you do right now but even as we speak, it is slowly becoming nothing and what is left is freezing. Why do you think He chose you to be the demon of *ice*? You are cold, callous, you feel little to no regret for those who are unfortunate enough to be at the other end of your blade.' 'No. That's not true. It can't be true.' "It is little one, and as for those "friends" of yours, you couldn't care less about what happened to them. Especially Aragorn.'
Those last words horrified Legolas. What was this voice playing at? 'No, I *died* to save him! What makes you think I don't care?' 'But that's just it! You died and went to a place you did not merit just because that fool could not take care of himself. Face it, you hate that mortal!' 'NO!!! I could never hate Estel!' 'That's what you have forced yourself to believe but you have always secretly hated him, didn't you? He was mortal yet he will have far more renown then you just because he was lucky enough to be the son of Arathorn. You have always been forced to stand in his shadow.' The voice was beginning to break Legolas 'No.' 'He took Arwen from you.'
That last one hurt more than Legolas ever thought. 'No. She chose that path; she is not an object for one man or elf to claim for his own. I could not force her to love me if that love was not there.' 'But she *did* love you Exile, she just wanted the power she knew she would gain by marrying Aragorn.' 'You're lying.' Legolas felt he was slowly losing control of his mind. 'No I'm not, and that's just it! I am merely reiterating what *you* believe. Sure, this is not what you say out loud, no. But is that secret truth that you have forced to keep hidden in the darkest reaches of your mind and soul, hoping that it would go away.'
Legolas couldn't think of anything to reply, it was true that those dark thoughts *had* crossed his mind, making him feel bitterness towards his friend but Legolas tried to convince himself that he was merely jealous. What else would go on in that conversation, no one would ever know because at that moment, Legolas was awoken by a loud crash.
He sat up to see the cause of the noise. He heard Gandalf from outside, 'Fool of a Took! Be more careful!" Thranduil, who did not notice his son was awake, sighed, "Sounds like the Gondorian vase just bit the dust." He got up to clean up the mess. Verne' had fifteen minutes ago gone to get something to eat in case Legolas awoken thus, the young elf was alone. He listened to Gandalf's and his father's conversation.
"Is he awake Thranduil?' came Gandalf's voice. "No, I don't think so. Ai', is there no rest for him? Is it not enough what they have done to him without trying to hunt him down?" He heard Gandalf sigh, "That, is the least of our worries. I have looked into what Legolas became. Whenever he turns into that, a piece of his elven heart will be destroyed, it won't take long for his demon side to obliterate his elven blood.' 'Can nothing be done for him?' came Thranduil's voice which was cracking as if he were trying not to cry.
"I am sure there is something we can do for him, but what, I do not know yet." "Right." Legolas heard a sniff. "I am sorry Gandalf, I don't mean to fall apart like this but it seems as though we have only just gotten rid of Sauron, just to be plagued by the devil himself." Legolas laid back down, pretending to be asleep as he heard the two enter his room. Gandalf and Thranduil began to talk more quietly for fear of waking Legolas.
Legolas fought hard to listen to what they were saying but the world around him was spinning as his vision blurred and his hearing faded. He was still weary from battle so he unknowingly slipped into a dreamless sleep.
OK folks! That's all for this chapter, PLEASE REVIEW!!! It really isn't that hard! I do it all the time!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!
Chapter 5: Vile Dreams
Legolas was still out the next morning. To those who knew him well, there almost seemed to be a shadow on his face. Thranduil had a white gauze bandage wrapped around his head but he looked fine besides that. He and Verne' sat in some chairs in Legolas' bedroom, waiting for their son to awaken.
What they didn't know was Legolas was facing turmoil within himself as his demon half began to fight him for control over his body. 'Come on Exile!' the voice began, 'You cannot fight me much longer. Give in to His will. It will be far less painful that way.' Legolas was fighting but his will was beginning to whittle down. 'No! I won't give in! And my name is not Exile. It is Prince Legolas Greenleaf Thranduilion, of Mirkwood.' 'My, my, trying to convince yourself by using the *entire* title eh?' That actually *was* the idea.
'Why do you make yourself suffer for their sake? They only don't want you to have this power for fear you will use it against them. They are selfish!' 'No, I don't want this power! Leave me alone!' pleaded Legolas. 'Why do you fight it Exile? You are fighting for those you no longer even care about!' 'What do you mean? Of course I care about them; they are my friends, my family. I care about them with all my heart.' 'That's a shame considering you no longer even *have* a heart. Just false hope.'
Those last words bit like a steel sword in Legolas' chest. 'What do you mean I don't have a heart? Of course I do!' The other voice cackled evilly, 'True, you do right now but even as we speak, it is slowly becoming nothing and what is left is freezing. Why do you think He chose you to be the demon of *ice*? You are cold, callous, you feel little to no regret for those who are unfortunate enough to be at the other end of your blade.' 'No. That's not true. It can't be true.' "It is little one, and as for those "friends" of yours, you couldn't care less about what happened to them. Especially Aragorn.'
Those last words horrified Legolas. What was this voice playing at? 'No, I *died* to save him! What makes you think I don't care?' 'But that's just it! You died and went to a place you did not merit just because that fool could not take care of himself. Face it, you hate that mortal!' 'NO!!! I could never hate Estel!' 'That's what you have forced yourself to believe but you have always secretly hated him, didn't you? He was mortal yet he will have far more renown then you just because he was lucky enough to be the son of Arathorn. You have always been forced to stand in his shadow.' The voice was beginning to break Legolas 'No.' 'He took Arwen from you.'
That last one hurt more than Legolas ever thought. 'No. She chose that path; she is not an object for one man or elf to claim for his own. I could not force her to love me if that love was not there.' 'But she *did* love you Exile, she just wanted the power she knew she would gain by marrying Aragorn.' 'You're lying.' Legolas felt he was slowly losing control of his mind. 'No I'm not, and that's just it! I am merely reiterating what *you* believe. Sure, this is not what you say out loud, no. But is that secret truth that you have forced to keep hidden in the darkest reaches of your mind and soul, hoping that it would go away.'
Legolas couldn't think of anything to reply, it was true that those dark thoughts *had* crossed his mind, making him feel bitterness towards his friend but Legolas tried to convince himself that he was merely jealous. What else would go on in that conversation, no one would ever know because at that moment, Legolas was awoken by a loud crash.
He sat up to see the cause of the noise. He heard Gandalf from outside, 'Fool of a Took! Be more careful!" Thranduil, who did not notice his son was awake, sighed, "Sounds like the Gondorian vase just bit the dust." He got up to clean up the mess. Verne' had fifteen minutes ago gone to get something to eat in case Legolas awoken thus, the young elf was alone. He listened to Gandalf's and his father's conversation.
"Is he awake Thranduil?' came Gandalf's voice. "No, I don't think so. Ai', is there no rest for him? Is it not enough what they have done to him without trying to hunt him down?" He heard Gandalf sigh, "That, is the least of our worries. I have looked into what Legolas became. Whenever he turns into that, a piece of his elven heart will be destroyed, it won't take long for his demon side to obliterate his elven blood.' 'Can nothing be done for him?' came Thranduil's voice which was cracking as if he were trying not to cry.
"I am sure there is something we can do for him, but what, I do not know yet." "Right." Legolas heard a sniff. "I am sorry Gandalf, I don't mean to fall apart like this but it seems as though we have only just gotten rid of Sauron, just to be plagued by the devil himself." Legolas laid back down, pretending to be asleep as he heard the two enter his room. Gandalf and Thranduil began to talk more quietly for fear of waking Legolas.
Legolas fought hard to listen to what they were saying but the world around him was spinning as his vision blurred and his hearing faded. He was still weary from battle so he unknowingly slipped into a dreamless sleep.
OK folks! That's all for this chapter, PLEASE REVIEW!!! It really isn't that hard! I do it all the time!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!