Celeborn lay inside his own mind, raging against the dark barriers of evil that forced him to be a prisoner within his own body. He threw himself against the harsh control of an evil being, Malanion, he called himself, that made him do things and say things that near made him weep at the pain and devastation they would cause, for not only Ardenia and Haldir, but all of Lorien, and Ardenia's family.
The malevolent spirit that inhabited him had been within him for near a hundred years, since he had first seen Ardenia as a child. She was little more than an infant, beautiful in her innocence. He had taken that innocence, and turned it in to cold harshness for the world around her. Taught her to hate, to feel anger, to lose her faith in others. Ever since his wife had left him for the undying lands, a part of her mind damaged by the great evil of Sauron, near two centuries before, he had been half the ellon he once was, something of his own spirit gone with his Lady. It was then, in his vulnerable state of longing for her, an evil malaise had taken hold of his mind, weak in the wake of being set free of it's protective strength that Galadriel's presence always provided. He knew not who sent this demon, but he had been fighting against it ever since. The beast seemed intent on killing Ardenia's remaining family, although why anyone would want to kill Thranduil and Legolas he did not know.
Celeborns/Malanion's face stretched in to an evil grin. He could feel The Silver Lord fighting against his barriers again, but did not worry. He knew that Celeborn had not the strength to defy his control long enough to remove the amulet around his neck that housed his influence over the Silver Lord. Indeed, he wondered if Celeborn even knew of it as the source of the evil that gripped him.
He leant back n his large chair by a window, staring off into the distance, at nothing in particular. He was much more interested in the happenings of Ardenia and Haldir's talan, for he could hear every word through her as clearly as though he was in the room. He knew that she would defy him, sooner or later, but she had handed him a gift in loving Haldir, something that he could use against her. And he would. Oh yes, he would! For she must compete the task that he could not.
She was like him. His old body anyway. He had had the same auburn hair as her, until his spirit had left it's body for good to reside in the Silver Lord, a much more suitable vessel for the demanding task before him.
It made sense though, that they had the same hair, considering their father had been the same man, and their mothers being sisters with the same hair. His mother, (a passing amusement for Thranduil in his long loneliness without his soul mate), upon her death had told him of the great wrong done to him. He had been denied his place in the light, forever pushed behind his fathers other legitimate children. Her mother had been the younger sister of his mother, she who that Thranduil had now taken to wife. He enjoyed that little quirk of fate. Had he not intervened, Ardenia would have grown up happy, her presence acknowledged, whilst his was not.
So in revenge, he took her from her crib as a child, stole past Mirkwood's guards as the captain of the guards of Mirkwood, clothed in concealing Glamour. He had bought the baby elleth to Celeborn years before, and taken his body for his own.. He would take both his place in the light, his sister would take the lives of those who defied him, and he would rule all of Middle Earth for the wrong done to him, beside his sister. Malanion/Celeborn grinned maliciously. It was time to put phase two in to action. Her training was almost complete. The men he had hired to brutalise Ardenia in to a darkness her soul she could not get rid of hadn't done their job well. She was not supposed to 'escape' for another 70 years. Damn her and her tempestuous spirit. She was meant to emerge from their hands a cold, lifeless creature, anxious for blood. Instead, Haldir had to come along and ruin that part of her training. Well, he reconciled himself, at least now he had some useful leverage to get the job done. She would kill the Lord Thranduil, his son Legolas, her very teacher in the art of the longbow. He liked that little twist of fate also. The story was unfolding with all the more malicious pleasure for her little detour from the path he had set her.
A maid knocked and entered, bringing him a glass of wine. He watched her, his eyes stalking her slender form across the room. He always had had a raging appetite for the pleasures of the flesh, and it would seem this carnal desire had followed him in to this body. He rose from his place, so quickly that the maid turned around to find him pressing her against the wall, drawing her skirts quickly up over her thighs. She looked around her in fright, as he unbelted his leggings with rapid precision. She bit back a scream as Malanion/Celeborn thrust himself into her unwilling body, holding her arms above her head, as he ruthlessly took her, his eyes betraying a coldness that chilled her to the bone, and left her speechless at the evil hidden in their depths. He pounded relentlessly in to her, bruising her white skin, making her tremble in pain and fear, as he spilled his seed deeply within her, and left her huddled against the wall, as he pulled out of her, shuddering in his release, and walked over to the other side of the room, taking his wine with him. He sipped it, as he leisurely drew a knife from his belt, before making his way over to the weeping elleth in the corner, holding the knife to her throat.
"If you should let slip of this to anyone," he whispered, his voice a seductive whisper that made her tremble at the hidden threat that laced his words, and made his words appear to hang in the air, blacker than any mine of Moria. "I will kill not only you, but defile your family before you. Do we understand each other?" She nodded in desperation, anxious to leave the room, and be as far from such a darkness as she could possible get. She had once thought the lord of Lorien a kind and gentle elf, if somewhat aloof, but now she could only help but think how wrong she must have been. Even in the darkness of the room, she could feel her soul slowly start to darken, forever tainted by the heinous act committed against her innocence. She fled, to the kitchens, and went about her work as normal, albeit slightly pale and shaky, limping from the pain, for she could not bare to see any harm come to her family.
Celeborn's/Malanions laugh filed the room, as he felt Celeborn collapse in a heap in his min, a weeping figure of subservience at the pain 'he' had caused.
He thought to Ardenia. 'Remember..one little accident…' he felt her shudder. He laughed again. She would do as he said, and then, he would have his revenge.
A/N; So dark, hey? Tat was the hardest chapter to write, because I just love Celeborn! So Thranduil is her father, and Legolas her half brother. And The spirit inhabiting Celeborn is her half brother. Some twist of fate hey? What are the odds! Turns out Malanion is the bastard child of Thranduil, who by the way, doesn't know he has a bastard son. The mother omitted that little detail. (because I'd really hate for Thranduil to be the bad guy here, because I love him too!) And for some future chapters, any feed back on the Haldir smut level of this story? Too much? Not enough?
Thanks. Now review review review! Please? lol
