A/N: I sadly don't own anything of this story beside my made up
character(s)because the desendants of Tolkien do.
Starlight:" HEY! Who you calling made up?Mmppm? Author puts hand over her character mouth.:Shut up the story hasn't started yet and you're going to ruin it" The elf leaves, sulking . Author:Enjoy!
It was dark where the elf stood but it didn't mind it at. It had grown use to the dark and enjoyed it much more than the day's sun. It prefered to work at night while the sun slept and the moon reigned over the night. Every creature who worked and toiled under the sun's heat enjoyed peaceful slumber, filled with dreams of what they would like to do tomorrow or sometime in their life span. Sometime the dreams were quite impossible to ever accompilish unless you knew someone of great power and evilness.
The elf knew this being and traveled silently through the roughly made tunnels of the goblins. They feared the elf because it too was a creature who was rewarded with great but evil powers. The Dark One's Pet they called the elf. Elf smirked at the name because it was true.Though any who spoke it to the elf would certainly die a very painful death if not by the powers the elf possessed then by the Dark Lord's own hand. It was the Dark One's favourite and every creature who served under them knew it.
The travel had seemed longer the first time the elf took the path but from years of travel it knew of the quickest ways to the Dark Lord's throne room. It knocked on the door made of fire blacken wood before settling down on the damp floor. By the muffled screams and sounds coming through the door, another one of the Dark One's followers had failed and was being punished for it.
The elf shuttered at the thought of the time it had failed the Dark Lord. The elf was constantly tortured for weeks on end because it had refused to scream for mercy. But when the Lord heard those words come from the elf's bleeding mouth. He immediately stop the pain and suffering with a wave of his hand.The wounds that covered the elf's body were gone, all but a scar behind its left ear. It fingered the scar lovingly as if it was the thing that had driven the elf to greatness. It smiled at the thought of greatness, but the smile was gone as soon as it had come.
An orc appeared at the door and becoken the elf in with crooked finger and repulsive smile. But when the orc finally noticed who it was, his head was no longer attached to his shoulders.The elf stepped carefully over the body, the neck still squirting blood and walked to the middle of a black carpet and bowed
" Come to me my warrior, you have pleased me greatly in your last assignment," the Dark said as the elf walked up to the chair the Dark One was sitting in. The chair was black like all the other things he had taken or stolen for that fact. The room had a small amount of torches hanging in the brackets , that poorly alumminated the cavern. There was heavy breathing coming from the corner and a stream of blood that had stopped at the opposite wall. The elf grinned at the sight of the sweet stench death that filled the room.
" I have another job for you to do," He said, " I want you to kill an rather annoying elf for me, this should not be difficult for someone of your skills, but you will have to study his movements carefully and will then decide to the best time to get him. This mission requires you to go above ground during the day 's heat and light," The elf grimmanced at the mention of day.
" Sire, I still need the information about who I will be assinating" The elf said in a quiet voice.
" Patience, my warrior, I was getting to that. This elf lives in Mirkwood and is the son of the ruler there. He is very skilled in archery and knife handling and is keen on ridding Middle-Earth of the Dark Warriors. So be careful, do not let who you are be found out or you will surely die for it. I will give you a knife which on it has a coating of a deadly poison. You kill him with it and no other knife because when you kill with it I feel his death and I will know. Do not fail me."
The elf was brought the knife that the Dark One had told it about.The orc who carried it was shaking. The elf smiled as it reached for the knife, but set its hand on the orc's face. The orc screamed in pain as the elf remove its hand and took the knife. It tucked the knife carefully into it boot and ask the DarkOne a simple question.
" What is his name, My Lord?"
"Legolas Greenleaf"
A/N: Yeah, do you like it. Sorry about the cliffhanger. I know at the begining it had nothing to do with LOTR but it will hopefully get very interesting. Please Review. If you Want to flame it tell me what you didn't like about and I will try to fix it.
Starlight:" HEY! Who you calling made up?Mmppm? Author puts hand over her character mouth.:Shut up the story hasn't started yet and you're going to ruin it" The elf leaves, sulking . Author:Enjoy!
It was dark where the elf stood but it didn't mind it at. It had grown use to the dark and enjoyed it much more than the day's sun. It prefered to work at night while the sun slept and the moon reigned over the night. Every creature who worked and toiled under the sun's heat enjoyed peaceful slumber, filled with dreams of what they would like to do tomorrow or sometime in their life span. Sometime the dreams were quite impossible to ever accompilish unless you knew someone of great power and evilness.
The elf knew this being and traveled silently through the roughly made tunnels of the goblins. They feared the elf because it too was a creature who was rewarded with great but evil powers. The Dark One's Pet they called the elf. Elf smirked at the name because it was true.Though any who spoke it to the elf would certainly die a very painful death if not by the powers the elf possessed then by the Dark Lord's own hand. It was the Dark One's favourite and every creature who served under them knew it.
The travel had seemed longer the first time the elf took the path but from years of travel it knew of the quickest ways to the Dark Lord's throne room. It knocked on the door made of fire blacken wood before settling down on the damp floor. By the muffled screams and sounds coming through the door, another one of the Dark One's followers had failed and was being punished for it.
The elf shuttered at the thought of the time it had failed the Dark Lord. The elf was constantly tortured for weeks on end because it had refused to scream for mercy. But when the Lord heard those words come from the elf's bleeding mouth. He immediately stop the pain and suffering with a wave of his hand.The wounds that covered the elf's body were gone, all but a scar behind its left ear. It fingered the scar lovingly as if it was the thing that had driven the elf to greatness. It smiled at the thought of greatness, but the smile was gone as soon as it had come.
An orc appeared at the door and becoken the elf in with crooked finger and repulsive smile. But when the orc finally noticed who it was, his head was no longer attached to his shoulders.The elf stepped carefully over the body, the neck still squirting blood and walked to the middle of a black carpet and bowed
" Come to me my warrior, you have pleased me greatly in your last assignment," the Dark said as the elf walked up to the chair the Dark One was sitting in. The chair was black like all the other things he had taken or stolen for that fact. The room had a small amount of torches hanging in the brackets , that poorly alumminated the cavern. There was heavy breathing coming from the corner and a stream of blood that had stopped at the opposite wall. The elf grinned at the sight of the sweet stench death that filled the room.
" I have another job for you to do," He said, " I want you to kill an rather annoying elf for me, this should not be difficult for someone of your skills, but you will have to study his movements carefully and will then decide to the best time to get him. This mission requires you to go above ground during the day 's heat and light," The elf grimmanced at the mention of day.
" Sire, I still need the information about who I will be assinating" The elf said in a quiet voice.
" Patience, my warrior, I was getting to that. This elf lives in Mirkwood and is the son of the ruler there. He is very skilled in archery and knife handling and is keen on ridding Middle-Earth of the Dark Warriors. So be careful, do not let who you are be found out or you will surely die for it. I will give you a knife which on it has a coating of a deadly poison. You kill him with it and no other knife because when you kill with it I feel his death and I will know. Do not fail me."
The elf was brought the knife that the Dark One had told it about.The orc who carried it was shaking. The elf smiled as it reached for the knife, but set its hand on the orc's face. The orc screamed in pain as the elf remove its hand and took the knife. It tucked the knife carefully into it boot and ask the DarkOne a simple question.
" What is his name, My Lord?"
"Legolas Greenleaf"
A/N: Yeah, do you like it. Sorry about the cliffhanger. I know at the begining it had nothing to do with LOTR but it will hopefully get very interesting. Please Review. If you Want to flame it tell me what you didn't like about and I will try to fix it.