Ok guys I'm sorry for the icky beginning, but I promise that future
chapters will be more detailed.
I didn't see how skimpy the first chapter was until it was too late, but this one will be longer and better!
There's small spoiler in here of Treason of Isenguard, this well before FOTR, but I'm not going to call this one an AU because it fits the time frame, and there is no mention of Legolas's mother in the book.
Oh damn! I just gave away a part of my story, * Bangs head on keyboard several times *
Hmmm... what dose dlbhgbhjuyjnub mean?
Note: ~Flashbacks~ * Memories * ~*~
Legolas didn't see why they wouldn't even let him on the search party... They were acting as if he were merely 60 years old!
In truth, he would have sneaked out long ago to search himself...if were not for the magic that kept the gates closed, and Galion the old butler who seemed not to let Legolas out of his sight for more them five minutes.
"Must you follow me?" Legolas asked while pouring over search maps in a dusty room with large windows.
"Yes," Galion, who was on the verge of locking him a closet, answered indignantly, "Because no one trusts you stay where you are, even when ordered to."
This was driving Legolas mad! This constant surveillance, if only they would let him help! And in the name of Elbreth he should be, it was father!
His thoughts and fuming were interrupted by the news that the searching party was back. He ran out to the hall to meet them.
~*~
"Aratada," Legolas called to the head of the searchers, "Did you find anything?"
Aratada was loath to give the news, "I'm sorry, Legolas, there was nothing. Its almost s if they disappeared."
~*~
Deep within the Wilderland, in a labyrinth of caverns set up to be makeshift rooms, quarters, and prison cells, and where the only light was a flicker from a candle flame a lone figure sat in a small room.
Harnach he was called, a lord of a kingdom in the Wilderland. He was a slightly aged look, with green eyes and graying hair.
He had been plotting his careful moves for years, now they were being executed with careful timing and prudence. He had been biding his time; he could wait a few more days. He already had his trap baited and set. It was just a matter of when now...
"My lord," a voice called to him, it was Arathand, one of his stewards, and his closest councilor, loyal onto death. There was question in his voice. "We have Thranduil, way don't you kill him? Didn't you want revenge?"
"It's not enough to just kill him, Arathand, Thranduil has a very weak point, and when he comes looking for Thranduil, I'll have my vengeance." Harnach answered, his voice cold and menacing.
~*~
In a small cell not far away from the room, Thranduil blessed Elvin hearing, but how could he warn Legolas?
~*~
That was it!
Legolas finally finding solitude in his bedchamber, a plan already forming.
~*~
Galion did not begrudge Legolas some time in the gardens that night. Although he did not stay in the plots long, just enough time for him to gather a bunch of a small green, tasteless, and with no smell and could not be spotted easily when ground up.
~*~
Taking two small boxes to the back of the kitchen, Legolas readied for phase two of his plan.
He set one of the packages on the floor; he opened it and set a match to the contents. He made quick exit as smoke began billow from the box.
~*~
When the galley staff had cleared out because of smoke and because of the 'fire' that was in the back, Legolas came in and slipped a powder into the wine and food.
~*~
Legolas was not present at dinner that evening, but Galion decided that with news today, he needed some time to himself.
~*~
Legolas waited in his room until he heard a thud outside the door. Opening the door a crack he saw a guard on the floor, unconscious, a tumbler near by.
Legolas grabbed his weapons, and softly bade the sleeping occupants of the hall's pleasant dreams as he slipped out.
~*~
Candlelight flickered off the clear water in the glass beaker. The image of a lone elf crossing a bridge and disappearing into the woods was lucid in the seeing-water. Obtained by him from the White Wizard.
Harnach knew the elf for who he was, and then lifted the spell that covered the trail from all eyes by some muttered words and a small pebble thrown and shattered on the rock floor. It was now just a question of how good a tracker the elf was.
~*~
In the thick emerald foliage Legolas examined some footprints in the dirt. How did the search party miss this?
There was no time for questions he told himself he kept moving, not even stopping to catch his breath the trail started to lead him out of Mirkwood into the Wilderland.
~*~
Thranduil looked up...everything was dark and bleak.
Legolas...where was he? The Elvin King heard a heartless laugh, Harnach.
"Where is he!?" Thranduil roared at the mortal.
Harnach's eyes were cold and full of vengeance... when vengeance has been fulfilled.
Something appeared on the floor; driven by anger Thranduil turned and grasped its hilt. He spun round and plunged the dagger's steel blade into the other throat.
But...When the king looked up, it was not the original heartless green eyes he was staring at, but slivery-blue ones, filled with pain.
The younger elf choked for only an instant before his legs gave way and he fell into his father's arms.
Thranduil caught Legolas, knelt, and took the blade from his throat. Holding his son close, his blood dyeing his tunic burgundy, he shook Legolas gently and vainly. The pale sliver-blue eyes here opened and glassily fixed.
Thranduil wiped away the blood that leaked from the corner of Legolas' mouth; the elf heard an aloof voice,
"I wonder what a realm would think of a king that killed his own son."
"NO! I loved my son! I don't know what happened."
"Hmm, maybe you should try and tell him that...oh wait you can't, he's dead, remember? You killed him." He added softly, "Just like you did mine."
Thranduil woke with a start. It was a dream, only a dream, like the others.
~*~
Harnach smiled mirthlessly. The dreams he sent his captive were beginning to wear on him.
Harnach's gaze went to a portrait on the wall, one of the few personal things he had brought with him. The picture was of a young man with vibrant green eyes.
* Under Mirkwood's trees the usual green leaves were now stained red. They had caught the elves by surprise, but they were not prepared for the immortals' fighting ability, even under ambush. He ordered a retreat but the one that did not obey was his son. He was sneaking up behind a tall noble looking elf, dagger in hand.
But the elf caught him at the last moment; he grabbed the hand the held the blade and turned to face the attacker. The young man struggled to free his wrist and balled his free one into a fist and landed it in his foe's torso. The elf did not seem to want to harm the young mortal, but the other was making it a kill or be killed battle; he would not stop fighting until the elf or he was dead. The man freed his knife hand and slashed out at the Elf king, but the immortal caught the mortal off guard for just one split second; the blade was turned and it sunk into the young man's chest. As the man's hand dropped the dagger was expelled from his body and it fell to the ground beside him.
The elf knelt, whispered something in the Gray Tongue, then stood and went in the way of the others.
Harnach's blood froze in his veins, he ran to his son's side. He gathered him in his arms, praying he would live, his son's emerald eyes were glassy, unclosed, unblinking, and his skin deathly white.
Rage erupted in the mortal lord; he grabbed the blood-spattered dagger and ran in the direction of the elves. He did not even stop to catch his breath until he caught up with their trail and he finally glimpsed them, he hid in the thick foliage.
He noticed the elf he wanted and he gripped the knifes grip harder. But then he saw the elf embrace a younger one in a fatherly fashion. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard some of their dialogue, the younger spoke first.
"Father I'm alright, you don't have to worry so much."
"I'm your father, it's by responsibility to worry about you."
'So elf,' Harnach thought, 'your son is as precious to you as mine was to me.'
He then vowed that his son's murderer would know the same pain and loss he felt. *
~*~
A few days later Legolas was deep in the rugged terrain of the Wilderland, the ground was over grown with tangled roots, dead leaves and weeds. He pressed on with caution, as he followed the trail. The sky clouded and a dewy mist began to fall.
The ground became soggy, the air was heavy, and a gray fog began to rise veiling everything in a dank gloom. It was getting more and more difficult to maneuver but Legolas was not stopping for anything. He was wearied, it was true, but he evaded the issue of it, he was driven so.
"I'm coming Father." His mind said and praying it would be heard.
~*~
The elfling was faster then the Lord of the Wilderland had given him credit for. He was on the right path; he would be near the caverns soon.
He called a group of his most trusted men.
"When you see the elf, bring him too me. Don't be gentle with him, but I want him alive, and unspoiled."
"Yes, my Lord" The guard said and dispatched his troops.
~*~
Legolas continued on the trail. He came to a small cliff. The fall was not devastating to an elf, but he did not sense the danger until he was in mid air, and he felt a sharp sting in his right leg.
His knees buckled on his landing and he fell onto his side, and saw an arrow protruding from his leg, two or three inches above his knee.
"Idiot!" Rondiath hissed at one of his men, "Harnach wants him alive!" He did not waste time now the elf knew they were there. "Thingroth, take some of the men up the east side and wait, the rest of you with me, move!" He ordered. They silently went and surrounded the elf.
Legolas stood, favoring his left leg, he readied his bow. He could see the men moving toward him, he bent his bow and released an arrow, which landed in the shoulder of one of the men. They moved more swiftly. Legolas ducked into some of the foliage and bought himself some time.
When the first of the men came, the elf drew his long handled knifes and sprang.
The men were not ready for the surprise attack from the elf, although his objective seemed to be to have them rendered defeated, not dead. He seemed to know these people knew where his father was.
The elf spun and landed a blow to the head of one man, who fell to the ground. The others had drawn their swords and Legolas was fending off many blows. One man tired a slash to the prince's leg, but it was dodged, and the elf's blade came around and cut the back of the others right knee, cutting into the tendon there.
The last of the mortals went down and Legolas approached the fallen one with the bloodied knee.
"Where is he." The elf asked it was no question.
"Whom are you talking about?" The other played dumb.
Enraged the elf grabbed the front of the man's shirt and hauled him off the ground, slamming his back into the trunk of a tree.
"The elf you took, tell me!"
"Why is he of interest to you?"
Near fury now, Legolas but his blood-spattered blade to his captive's gorge.
"He's my father, now tell me where he is!" Legolas hissed.
"You will see him-" The mortal nodded, but it was not to Legolas, it was to someone behind him. Legolas turned to see a brigade of men behind him, and an arrow flew from the crowed and hit him the shoulder. The world faded.
~*~
When Legolas woke he first aware of a fervent pain in his left shoulder. His memories were scattered, but after a few moments the past hours came back. He noticed the arrows were gone from his body, and the abrasion on his leg was tied up with a ruff, blood stained cloth, some wads of cloth were pressed red into his shoulder.
He looked around his surroundings; he was thrown on floor of a small room dimly lighted by candles, it looked like a cave of some short, but someone had seemed to make it into living quarters.
"Welcome elfling." A chilly voice said.
Legolas picked himself up to looked at an graying-haired, green-eyed human.
"Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here?"
"You're questions will be answered soon, Thranduilion."
"You've mistaken me," Legolas thought if he was after him and his father he might be able to find some time to save themselves. "I'm-"
"Oh, save me your alias, I know you're Thranduil's brat. Now you're fathers' been quite worried about you, I would suggest you go see him." He summoned two guards.
Legolas did not take to these conditions well, he fought back against the guards, but when one them twisted his injured shoulder and drove his thumb slightly into the hole made by the arrow, it made the elf hiss in pain and he succumbed.
They dragged the elf, behind Harnach as the mortal lord led the way through the bleak passages to a prison cell that locked with heavy stone doors. Harnach left the door s partly open and walked in, telling his men stay there for a minute.
"Hello Thranduil, glad to see you haven't tried to excape just yet."
"What do you want with me? I don't even know who you are." Thranduil hissed.
"Oh, Great Elvin King, do you forget so many years ago when you took my son?" He paused for a moment. "Now I am glad to take yours."
Legolas was dragged in.
"Let him alone!" Thranduil roared, "Your quarrel is with me not him!" He noted the blood coming from the younger elf's shoulder.
"You forget again my right of blood, elf!" Harnach grabbed a handful of Legolas' gold tresses and dragged him over to where he stood. He took a hidden knife from his robes and turned Legolas head up, his up and away from the gaze of his father, the side of his throat exposed.
Harnach but his dagger to the pale flesh of the princes' neck...but instead of cutting his throat, the human said,
"I could cut his throat very easily, but I'm not going to make it that easy for you, Thranduil." He pressed the blade into Legolas' neck, it cutting into his skin lightly and making blood run and bleed out from under the cruel steel. "Before he joins his fathers I will see to it that you hear every moan, every cry. You will hear every scream."
Dramatic huh?
TBC
Very Evil Cliffy!!
Please don't hurt me for it!!
I know, lousy fight seen, but I was working on this thing from 9 PM to 3 AM!
Fell asleep on the keyboard a couple of times!
Goodnight all!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... sleep ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.......
I didn't see how skimpy the first chapter was until it was too late, but this one will be longer and better!
There's small spoiler in here of Treason of Isenguard, this well before FOTR, but I'm not going to call this one an AU because it fits the time frame, and there is no mention of Legolas's mother in the book.
Oh damn! I just gave away a part of my story, * Bangs head on keyboard several times *
Hmmm... what dose dlbhgbhjuyjnub mean?
Note: ~Flashbacks~ * Memories * ~*~
Legolas didn't see why they wouldn't even let him on the search party... They were acting as if he were merely 60 years old!
In truth, he would have sneaked out long ago to search himself...if were not for the magic that kept the gates closed, and Galion the old butler who seemed not to let Legolas out of his sight for more them five minutes.
"Must you follow me?" Legolas asked while pouring over search maps in a dusty room with large windows.
"Yes," Galion, who was on the verge of locking him a closet, answered indignantly, "Because no one trusts you stay where you are, even when ordered to."
This was driving Legolas mad! This constant surveillance, if only they would let him help! And in the name of Elbreth he should be, it was father!
His thoughts and fuming were interrupted by the news that the searching party was back. He ran out to the hall to meet them.
~*~
"Aratada," Legolas called to the head of the searchers, "Did you find anything?"
Aratada was loath to give the news, "I'm sorry, Legolas, there was nothing. Its almost s if they disappeared."
~*~
Deep within the Wilderland, in a labyrinth of caverns set up to be makeshift rooms, quarters, and prison cells, and where the only light was a flicker from a candle flame a lone figure sat in a small room.
Harnach he was called, a lord of a kingdom in the Wilderland. He was a slightly aged look, with green eyes and graying hair.
He had been plotting his careful moves for years, now they were being executed with careful timing and prudence. He had been biding his time; he could wait a few more days. He already had his trap baited and set. It was just a matter of when now...
"My lord," a voice called to him, it was Arathand, one of his stewards, and his closest councilor, loyal onto death. There was question in his voice. "We have Thranduil, way don't you kill him? Didn't you want revenge?"
"It's not enough to just kill him, Arathand, Thranduil has a very weak point, and when he comes looking for Thranduil, I'll have my vengeance." Harnach answered, his voice cold and menacing.
~*~
In a small cell not far away from the room, Thranduil blessed Elvin hearing, but how could he warn Legolas?
~*~
That was it!
Legolas finally finding solitude in his bedchamber, a plan already forming.
~*~
Galion did not begrudge Legolas some time in the gardens that night. Although he did not stay in the plots long, just enough time for him to gather a bunch of a small green, tasteless, and with no smell and could not be spotted easily when ground up.
~*~
Taking two small boxes to the back of the kitchen, Legolas readied for phase two of his plan.
He set one of the packages on the floor; he opened it and set a match to the contents. He made quick exit as smoke began billow from the box.
~*~
When the galley staff had cleared out because of smoke and because of the 'fire' that was in the back, Legolas came in and slipped a powder into the wine and food.
~*~
Legolas was not present at dinner that evening, but Galion decided that with news today, he needed some time to himself.
~*~
Legolas waited in his room until he heard a thud outside the door. Opening the door a crack he saw a guard on the floor, unconscious, a tumbler near by.
Legolas grabbed his weapons, and softly bade the sleeping occupants of the hall's pleasant dreams as he slipped out.
~*~
Candlelight flickered off the clear water in the glass beaker. The image of a lone elf crossing a bridge and disappearing into the woods was lucid in the seeing-water. Obtained by him from the White Wizard.
Harnach knew the elf for who he was, and then lifted the spell that covered the trail from all eyes by some muttered words and a small pebble thrown and shattered on the rock floor. It was now just a question of how good a tracker the elf was.
~*~
In the thick emerald foliage Legolas examined some footprints in the dirt. How did the search party miss this?
There was no time for questions he told himself he kept moving, not even stopping to catch his breath the trail started to lead him out of Mirkwood into the Wilderland.
~*~
Thranduil looked up...everything was dark and bleak.
Legolas...where was he? The Elvin King heard a heartless laugh, Harnach.
"Where is he!?" Thranduil roared at the mortal.
Harnach's eyes were cold and full of vengeance... when vengeance has been fulfilled.
Something appeared on the floor; driven by anger Thranduil turned and grasped its hilt. He spun round and plunged the dagger's steel blade into the other throat.
But...When the king looked up, it was not the original heartless green eyes he was staring at, but slivery-blue ones, filled with pain.
The younger elf choked for only an instant before his legs gave way and he fell into his father's arms.
Thranduil caught Legolas, knelt, and took the blade from his throat. Holding his son close, his blood dyeing his tunic burgundy, he shook Legolas gently and vainly. The pale sliver-blue eyes here opened and glassily fixed.
Thranduil wiped away the blood that leaked from the corner of Legolas' mouth; the elf heard an aloof voice,
"I wonder what a realm would think of a king that killed his own son."
"NO! I loved my son! I don't know what happened."
"Hmm, maybe you should try and tell him that...oh wait you can't, he's dead, remember? You killed him." He added softly, "Just like you did mine."
Thranduil woke with a start. It was a dream, only a dream, like the others.
~*~
Harnach smiled mirthlessly. The dreams he sent his captive were beginning to wear on him.
Harnach's gaze went to a portrait on the wall, one of the few personal things he had brought with him. The picture was of a young man with vibrant green eyes.
* Under Mirkwood's trees the usual green leaves were now stained red. They had caught the elves by surprise, but they were not prepared for the immortals' fighting ability, even under ambush. He ordered a retreat but the one that did not obey was his son. He was sneaking up behind a tall noble looking elf, dagger in hand.
But the elf caught him at the last moment; he grabbed the hand the held the blade and turned to face the attacker. The young man struggled to free his wrist and balled his free one into a fist and landed it in his foe's torso. The elf did not seem to want to harm the young mortal, but the other was making it a kill or be killed battle; he would not stop fighting until the elf or he was dead. The man freed his knife hand and slashed out at the Elf king, but the immortal caught the mortal off guard for just one split second; the blade was turned and it sunk into the young man's chest. As the man's hand dropped the dagger was expelled from his body and it fell to the ground beside him.
The elf knelt, whispered something in the Gray Tongue, then stood and went in the way of the others.
Harnach's blood froze in his veins, he ran to his son's side. He gathered him in his arms, praying he would live, his son's emerald eyes were glassy, unclosed, unblinking, and his skin deathly white.
Rage erupted in the mortal lord; he grabbed the blood-spattered dagger and ran in the direction of the elves. He did not even stop to catch his breath until he caught up with their trail and he finally glimpsed them, he hid in the thick foliage.
He noticed the elf he wanted and he gripped the knifes grip harder. But then he saw the elf embrace a younger one in a fatherly fashion. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard some of their dialogue, the younger spoke first.
"Father I'm alright, you don't have to worry so much."
"I'm your father, it's by responsibility to worry about you."
'So elf,' Harnach thought, 'your son is as precious to you as mine was to me.'
He then vowed that his son's murderer would know the same pain and loss he felt. *
~*~
A few days later Legolas was deep in the rugged terrain of the Wilderland, the ground was over grown with tangled roots, dead leaves and weeds. He pressed on with caution, as he followed the trail. The sky clouded and a dewy mist began to fall.
The ground became soggy, the air was heavy, and a gray fog began to rise veiling everything in a dank gloom. It was getting more and more difficult to maneuver but Legolas was not stopping for anything. He was wearied, it was true, but he evaded the issue of it, he was driven so.
"I'm coming Father." His mind said and praying it would be heard.
~*~
The elfling was faster then the Lord of the Wilderland had given him credit for. He was on the right path; he would be near the caverns soon.
He called a group of his most trusted men.
"When you see the elf, bring him too me. Don't be gentle with him, but I want him alive, and unspoiled."
"Yes, my Lord" The guard said and dispatched his troops.
~*~
Legolas continued on the trail. He came to a small cliff. The fall was not devastating to an elf, but he did not sense the danger until he was in mid air, and he felt a sharp sting in his right leg.
His knees buckled on his landing and he fell onto his side, and saw an arrow protruding from his leg, two or three inches above his knee.
"Idiot!" Rondiath hissed at one of his men, "Harnach wants him alive!" He did not waste time now the elf knew they were there. "Thingroth, take some of the men up the east side and wait, the rest of you with me, move!" He ordered. They silently went and surrounded the elf.
Legolas stood, favoring his left leg, he readied his bow. He could see the men moving toward him, he bent his bow and released an arrow, which landed in the shoulder of one of the men. They moved more swiftly. Legolas ducked into some of the foliage and bought himself some time.
When the first of the men came, the elf drew his long handled knifes and sprang.
The men were not ready for the surprise attack from the elf, although his objective seemed to be to have them rendered defeated, not dead. He seemed to know these people knew where his father was.
The elf spun and landed a blow to the head of one man, who fell to the ground. The others had drawn their swords and Legolas was fending off many blows. One man tired a slash to the prince's leg, but it was dodged, and the elf's blade came around and cut the back of the others right knee, cutting into the tendon there.
The last of the mortals went down and Legolas approached the fallen one with the bloodied knee.
"Where is he." The elf asked it was no question.
"Whom are you talking about?" The other played dumb.
Enraged the elf grabbed the front of the man's shirt and hauled him off the ground, slamming his back into the trunk of a tree.
"The elf you took, tell me!"
"Why is he of interest to you?"
Near fury now, Legolas but his blood-spattered blade to his captive's gorge.
"He's my father, now tell me where he is!" Legolas hissed.
"You will see him-" The mortal nodded, but it was not to Legolas, it was to someone behind him. Legolas turned to see a brigade of men behind him, and an arrow flew from the crowed and hit him the shoulder. The world faded.
~*~
When Legolas woke he first aware of a fervent pain in his left shoulder. His memories were scattered, but after a few moments the past hours came back. He noticed the arrows were gone from his body, and the abrasion on his leg was tied up with a ruff, blood stained cloth, some wads of cloth were pressed red into his shoulder.
He looked around his surroundings; he was thrown on floor of a small room dimly lighted by candles, it looked like a cave of some short, but someone had seemed to make it into living quarters.
"Welcome elfling." A chilly voice said.
Legolas picked himself up to looked at an graying-haired, green-eyed human.
"Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here?"
"You're questions will be answered soon, Thranduilion."
"You've mistaken me," Legolas thought if he was after him and his father he might be able to find some time to save themselves. "I'm-"
"Oh, save me your alias, I know you're Thranduil's brat. Now you're fathers' been quite worried about you, I would suggest you go see him." He summoned two guards.
Legolas did not take to these conditions well, he fought back against the guards, but when one them twisted his injured shoulder and drove his thumb slightly into the hole made by the arrow, it made the elf hiss in pain and he succumbed.
They dragged the elf, behind Harnach as the mortal lord led the way through the bleak passages to a prison cell that locked with heavy stone doors. Harnach left the door s partly open and walked in, telling his men stay there for a minute.
"Hello Thranduil, glad to see you haven't tried to excape just yet."
"What do you want with me? I don't even know who you are." Thranduil hissed.
"Oh, Great Elvin King, do you forget so many years ago when you took my son?" He paused for a moment. "Now I am glad to take yours."
Legolas was dragged in.
"Let him alone!" Thranduil roared, "Your quarrel is with me not him!" He noted the blood coming from the younger elf's shoulder.
"You forget again my right of blood, elf!" Harnach grabbed a handful of Legolas' gold tresses and dragged him over to where he stood. He took a hidden knife from his robes and turned Legolas head up, his up and away from the gaze of his father, the side of his throat exposed.
Harnach but his dagger to the pale flesh of the princes' neck...but instead of cutting his throat, the human said,
"I could cut his throat very easily, but I'm not going to make it that easy for you, Thranduil." He pressed the blade into Legolas' neck, it cutting into his skin lightly and making blood run and bleed out from under the cruel steel. "Before he joins his fathers I will see to it that you hear every moan, every cry. You will hear every scream."
Dramatic huh?
TBC
Very Evil Cliffy!!
Please don't hurt me for it!!
I know, lousy fight seen, but I was working on this thing from 9 PM to 3 AM!
Fell asleep on the keyboard a couple of times!
Goodnight all!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... sleep ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.......