Well, I'm back! Yay!
Chapter 3: Identity Revealed
Legolas woke up, sweating and panting.
/No! Wait...just a dream/
He glanced around him.
/Just a dream/
"More like a nightmare if you ask me."
/Was it real/
"Who knows? It could just be a dream or, it could be the future. No one knows."
/Go away/
"Can't do that. But, since you're so hell-bent on finding out what's going on, I'll let you stay awake next time. I promise."
The voice said no more.
/No/
He grabbed his belongings.
/Where can I go? I should've brought my horse/
His leg pounded, silently reminding him of his injury.
/Mithrandir. He can help/
Legolas had been walking for days. He spotted a horse, tied to a tree with an old rope.
His master was relieving himself behind a large bush. The elf nimbly hopped onto the horse, cut the rope and rode off. The horse's master ran out from behind the bush, pulling up his pants. He yelled and cursed. Neither, of which, did very good. Legolas rode and rode until he saw the tower of Isenguard.
/Isenguard. Hope/
"Boring."
/Who asked you/
"No one. I just wanted to annoy you."
/Well you succeeded/
"Yay!"
He knocked on the door and waited.
"Ooo! Wizards! I'm so scared." mocked the voice.
/You're so stupid/
"Hmmph!"
Saruman opened the door,"Legolas? What are you doing here?" he asked. Legolas never did like Saruman. He had a bad aura about him.
/Mithrandir/
"Legolas?"
Legolas suddenly remembered that the wizard couldn't read his mind and mimed writing. Saruman fetched him a quill and some paper. "Mithrandir." he wrote.
"Gandalf? He's in Gondor at the moment. Why?"
Legolas left the tower, leaving behind a very confused wizard.
/So bored/
Legolas, obviously, was bored. Then, he saw Gondor in the distance.
/Finally/
He headed towards the gate and handed them a piece of paper that said "Gandalf".
Legolas was allowed to enter and headed towards the top storey. As he approached the final storey, he spotted Gandalf walking out of the throne room. Legolas got off his horse and tapped the grey wizard on the shoulder.
"WHAT! Oh, it's only you Legolas." exclaimed the wizard.
/Only me? The steward must be in a bad mood/
"Legolas? What's the matter? Cat got your tounge?" teased Gandalf.
/Kind of/
Gandalf became troubled over the prince's lack of response. He sensed magic. Black magic. He studied the prince. His hair was a mess and his face was covered in dirt, as were his clothes. His eyes spoke volumes. They were filled with pain, sadness and fear.
"Come inside, Legolas." said the wizard softly. He led him into a nice, cosy room and told him to sit on the bed.
"I'm ba-ack! Miss me? Of course you did! Remember my promise? Well, we're going to get out of here and you're going to help me." said the voice.
/Leave me alone/
Legolas felt strange. He could hear and see everything, but he couldn't move!
/What's going on? Gandalf/
His body stood up but he had no control over it. He ran out of the room. He heard Gandalf yelling and wanted to stop but couldn't.
/I'm a prisoner in my own body/
"Fun, isn't it?"
/Shut up/
The voice simply laughed. He/they approached a stable and left Gondor on the horse Legolas rode in on. Legolas blacked out, but his invader didn't.
"Sleep well, swet prince. You'll need it."
When Legolas woke up, he was in a cell. He guessed he was in a cave.
/I hate caves/
The cell door opened and an orc tied a chain to his neck. His hands were already bound. "The master want's to see you!" spat the orc and yanked the elf down a dark, dull hallway and into a throne room. A man sat on a black throne, clothed in dark, flowing robes. "Hi. Remember me?" said the tall, dark-haired man.
/That voice/
"Yes."
The man smiled. "Now, no doubt you're wondering a great many things.
/I want my voice back/
"Sorry. Not happening."
/Why do you want me/
"Why, to help me take over Middle Earth of course! And to get revenge on Rivendell and Mirkwood for taking me here and surrounding it with magic. I can't leave you know. But my mind can." said the man.
/So you used mind control/
"Kind of. I'm a great sorcerer you know. I'm very gifted. I used a variety of spells. Each one better than the one it followed."
/Who are you/
The question had been bothering him for some time.
"I am known as Kaltor. Lord, Katlor. But you can call me M'Lord, Sir or Master." smiled the man.
/I'll call you nothing/
Kaltor laughed. He stood up and started muttering some strange words and lifted his staff. Darkness surrounded Legolas and he knew no more.
What do you think? Not my best chapter. My favourite's the first chapter. So, am I better at comedy or angst/adventure/whatever?
My other stories include:
Fellowship of the Shrinks
Fellowship of the Parodies
and...
Lord of the Rings the Musical. (my favourite)