A/N: Here is chapter 9 to this ever increasingly complex fic. Many group online writing activities have kept me away from writing my own stories. Yet the fun of those games has been well worth the effort. Finally, in a moment of time to myself, I have been able to write for my own personal stories. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter Nine
Galadriel smiled into her mirror. Using all of her power, she made the very ground Elrond's enemy and destroyer. Her domination was growing into absolute force over all in the lands of Middle Earth.
She felt movement behind her, but she was not surprised. With her supreme sight, nothing could shock or surprise her now.
"You have returned to me, Young Prince, or should I say King?"
Bowing to her, Legolas replied, "I do not know what I am, My Lady."
Turning, she stared at him with her bright and haunting blue eyes.
"You are a great being in your own right. You are a great force to be reckoned with. I shall use you well."
"You are to use me then, have me as your slave for all eternity. We are elven, I could be at your command, killing for you, till the end of the world." Legolas said with a shallow, small voice.
Smiling, she walked silently up to him.
"Fair point, Young Legolas, and your will is failing. You are beginning to see what is happening here." She raised her hand to touch his cheek. "I cannot have you questioning my orders, nor seeing fit to conspire behind my back as I can see you doing even now. I can see your future, and you could ruin everything should I allow you to continue as you have begun. No, I must stop you now, I'm afraid, but I know you are not scared of what I speak."
For the first time, he met her gaze and did not falter, "I am not and I know what you have in store for me."
"Your will itself, Legolas. That is what I wish. That is what you cannot possess any longer. I'm sorry, fail and young Elf, but I must take it from you now."
"Then do so."
After all this time, he could not believe that he had found his way back to the powerful wood of Lothlorien. He had fought the spiders of Mirkwood and hidden from many dangers to return to his point of origin. He knew he found never be able to find his way to his kin, and the matter was too pressing by now. Evil events had occurred, and he needed to know the answers now. Days might make the difference between hope and despair.
The sun was setting over the wooded land, casting colors of red and gold that could been seen through the gaps in the trees.
Before the Dwarf stood an Elf. A familiar Elf.
"Legolas. How are you here?" Gimli questioned.
Legolas said nothing.
He simply raised his bow and aimed an arrow at Gimli's chest.
"What are you doing, fool Elf? I am your companion. Your comrade! Your friend!" It took a great deal for Gimli to say those words to Legolas. It was not a plea for his life, but facts that hung thickly in the air.
No recognition was showing in the Elf's vacant eyes.
Legolas did not exist in that body any longer.
Elrond finally got a candle from his pack lit.
They were buried alive in a cave of enormous size.
No light penetrated into the depts.
They were trapped, buried alive.