Dream a Little Dream
By Siren
Hey guys! Here's the next chapter and hopefully it won't be as dark. I don't write this down before I type it, I just start typing and let things flow, you know? Anyway, on with the chapter! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"God knows I've been hurt before
You know what I've been through
Time helps but it doesn't cure
The scars will never heal." - "Love on the Outside" by BBMak
"Did you see anything?"
"No. When I got there, the bastard was already gone."
"Do you know who might have done this? Does she have any enemies?"
"No, not that I know of. I don't know how anyone could do this. I just...I just don't know!"
"Alright. Thank you for your time, sir. Call us when she comes to, we'll need a statement."
I hear them talking, but I can't open my eyes. They feel so heavy, and I feel too tired to do anything anyway. I guess that was a cop that dad was talking to just now. As the painkiller starts to wear off, I feel the aching and burning returning to my wounds. Do you believe me now, dad? When I tell you who did this to me, will you finally believe me? Should I tell you at all? I'll have to. Olos isn't gone and he sure as hell will be back. We're not finished yet.
Finally opening my eyes, I find myself staring at the same cracked ceiling that I had a year ago. I hate this place. This is where my world came crashing down, and it took a year to rebuild.
"Siren?"
I roll my head to the side and see my dad spring up from the chair he was sitting in. He rushes over to my side and takes my hand in his large one. "Oh God, honey, how are you feeling? I should get your mother. No, I should get a doctor first. Or the cop. Siren, what happened out there? Who did this to you?" He sounds so frantic; I feel my heart give a painful tug. I want to tell him about Olos. I should tell him about Olos, but I can't.
"I don't remember," I lie. My dad searches my face and shakes his head. "What do you mean? There was enough light for you to have seen his face. Just tell me who did this. Are you afraid? Is that why you won't tell me?" I'm afraid, but that's not why I can't tell him. I swallow and shake my head. "It all happened so fast. I just...I don't remember. I'm sorry," I whisper. I see his jaw clench as he absorbs the information, than turns and looks away. "You don't have any enemies. No one else saw anything. Without you, this bastard is going to go free and do this again, possibly to some other child."
"I'm sorry," I repeat. I really wish I could tell him. Maybe he'd understand if I did. But I know that I can't. Sighing, I look down. A light blanket is pulled up to my chin, and I sit up a little. "Siren, don't push yourself," my dad says in a warning tone. I ignore him and pull one hand out from under the blanket. An I.V. is attached to the back of my hand, and I can see a few scrapes and bruises dotted along the skin. Grasping the corner of the blanket, I toss it back. I'm wearing a hospital gown, and I touch my ribs gently. Hissing, I jerk my hand back.
"The doctors said you had a few broken ribs. Nothing punctured your lungs though."
Ah. I knew I felt something crack. "Aside from the broken ribs, how else am I?" I hear my dad pull the chair up to the bed and sit down. "Lots of cuts and bruises, but no internal bleeding. You won't be able to go riding for a few months, so your mother and I paid the barn to take care of your horse for you. You can still go and see her, but no grooming or riding." I nod and pull the covers over me again. "I'm so sorry."
My head jerks to the side at my dad's hoarse whisper. "Dad?" I see tears well in his eyes and feel my heart clench painfully. "I'm so sorry that this happened. After the hell you went through before...if I had been there, I could have stopped this. I'm so sorry." Feeling my face soften, I reach out and grasp his hand. "You couldn't have stopped it, trust me." No one could have stopped that elf. "And I don't blame you for anything that's happened. I know you and mom love me. And about everything that happened before...it's all in the past. It's time for everybody to let it go." My dad raises his chin and smoothes the hair away from my face. "My brave little girl," he whispers and hugs me tightly. I'm not brave, just incredibly stupid.
I pull away from the hug and look down. I feel too stupid to look at him. "I'll go and call your mother. You can come home tomorrow and than we'll think of what to do." He places a kiss to my forehead and leaves the room. I stare at the door long after he's gone, and than glance down at the I.V. I pull the tape off slowly, than grasp the needle and sharply tug it out. I bite my lip at the pain, and clutch my hand until it fades. Throwing back the covers, I walk over to the small closet and pull it open. I grab my jeans and slip them on, not wanting to walk around in just the hospital gown. Once my jeans are on and secured, I walk out the door.
I know there's a pay phone around here somewhere. I spot it at the end of the hall and glance over at the nurses' station. I'll need some quarters and there's a can of them on the desk. Yeah, they're donations for a 'save the abused animals' foundation, and I'm going to feel really guilty, but I need to call home. Making sure that the nurses aren't looking, I walk up, grab a few quarters from the jar and quickly walk away. I insert the quarters into the pay phone and dial my bedroom number. I listen to it ring, and pray that they'll know how to answer it. I hear a click as someone picks it up and feel my heart pound.
"What sort of machine is this?"
"Is it evil?"
"Why would she keep it in her room if it were evil?"
I chuckle and listen to whoever's holding the phone gasp.
"It's laughing at us! It must be evil!"
"Um, Astaider? It's a phone, sweetie," I say.
"It's Siren! Siren is trapped in the machine!"
"I'm not trapped in the machine. It's too complicated to explain at the moment. Look, it's just a machine that I use to communicate with other people. It's not evil unless a telemarketer calls."
"Never mind, it's not evil. But it is Siren!"
"Give me the device! I want to talk to her!"
"How is she?"
"GIVE ME THAT DEVICE!"
I wince at Avarier's loud voice and hold the phone away for a second. I hear the phone being passed around for a second.
"Siren? It's Avarier. Are you all right? Where are you? What happened? I heard that Olos attacked you. I'll kill the bastard for doing this!"
Aw, he's such a sweet guy. "I'm fine, I'm at the hospital, I was attacked, and yes, Olos was the one who did it. I'll be coming home tomorrow. Until then no one leaves the house for anything, not even hunting Olos. I need all of you to stay at the house in case he tries to get to my family, okay? It's important."
"All right, we'll remain here. Are you sure you're all right? We saw this large machine come and people took you away. We didn't know whether or not to follow." Oh yeah, that would have been interesting to see. A band of elves and human running after an ambulance.
"I'm fine. A few broken ribs, but it'll heal. And it's good that you didn't follow. You would've gotten lost and than I'd be upset and everything would turn into complete and utter chaos."
"All right love. If you're certain that you're all right, than I'll be able to stop worrying as much."
"I'm perfectly fine, Avarier." I pause for a second, suddenly feeling much smaller and younger than I am. "I miss you," I say, and hear Avarier sigh. "I miss you too. You're coming back tomorrow, right?" I nod. "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."
"Good. Legolas wants to talk to you now, and I don't think anyone can deter him from it. I love you." I smile softly, wishing I was home. "I love you too." The phone is passed around again.
"Siren?"
"Hey Legolas. What's up?"
"Now is not the time for such foolish questions. You could have been killed!" I sigh and roll my eyes. "I know, but I wasn't. You came in acting all heroic and saved me, remember?"
"...I was almost too late," the elf whispers, his voice full of guilt. "But you weren't. Legolas, you saved me." "I promised you that nothing would happen to you and something has. I broke my promise and allowed you to be harmed. Forgive me, mellon-nin." I listen to his voice catch in his throat and sigh. "Legolas Greenleaf, listen to me. I was the idiot that went into the woods by myself. You didn't know that it was going to happen. I shouldn't have gone in alone and defenseless. I've only caused you and the others more stress. I should be the one asking for forgiveness. Will you forgive me?"
"You never need to ask me for forgiveness."
I smile into the phone. "We were both foolish. But I still blame myself." Oi, when will this elf learn? "And I blame Olos." We're both silent for a few moments. "Does it hurt?" I blink. "What?"
"Your injuries. Are they bothering you?"
"A little bit. But I'll be fine." "Allow me to ease the pain as much as possible, Siren. Please." Can he do that? I know that elves can ease pain and all, but can they do it over the phone? "Let me call you back from my room so I don't pass out on the floor. Just put the phone back where you found it," I say and hang up. I walk back to my room, pick up the phone and dial the number again. Legolas picks it up, now a skilled phone-user. "Siren?" "Yup. Now, are you sure this is going to work?"
"I don't know. I've never tried to heal or help someone when they're not in front of me. But you can hear my voice, so it should work." I shrug and lie down. "Okay. What do I do?"
"Relax as much as you can. Take deep, even breaths and close your eyes. Focus on my voice. Imagine my eyes if you can."
I do as he says and relax. I breathe deeply and close my eyes, imagining his. The deep blue eyes filled with thousands of years of wisdom and kindness. Suddenly a soft, melodious voice fills my senses.
"Elear (visionary), Lanta kaima (*sleep)."
I feel my limbs become heavier.
"Bragol thalion (*strength), Edan (human.)"
I felt the pain lessen and strength return to me.
"Aman tel' Seldarine amin Elear." (Bless my visionary.) Ed' i'ear ar' elenea, aman tel' Seldarine amin Elear!" (By the sea and stars, bless my visionary!)
The pain faded away completely, and I felt the phone begin to slip from my fingers. "Legolas..."
"Quel esta, mellon-amin." (Sleep well my friend.)
The phone slipped from my fingers and I heard it clatter as it hit the ground. Legolas's voice slips away, and I fall away from the world.
(From Olos's POV)
I wait in the woods under the cover of darkness, listening to Legolas speak. Strange since no one seems to replying to him. He must be going insane. Turning to walk back into the woods, something catches my attention. I hear the prince of Mirkwood whisper an old elvish spell of sedation. No, perhaps 'spell' is the wrong word. Elves have no magic, just ties to the earth.
"Ed' i'ear ar' elenea, aman tel' Seldarine amin Elear!" (By the sea and stars, bless my visionary!)"
Ah, so Siren is having trouble sleeping? A grin spreads across my face. If she can't sleep because of that one attack than she'll never sleep by the time I'm through with her. No one humiliates me and gets away with it. Female or not.
(Flashback)
I stand before the king of Gondor, watching the mortals and elves around me looking at me with disgust in their eyes. And than my gaze fixes upon the mortal bitch that made this happen. The redhead looks at me, a triumphant grin on her face. Oh how I'd love to smack it right off.
"Olos, you have confessed to the crime of raping Darnia, mother of Avarier."
That stupid mortal wench and her song.
"Normally, I would sentence someone like you to death, but after what Avarier and Darnia went through, I leave your fate to them. Avarier, Darnia, please step forward."
The mortal boy and his mother step forward. The woman has her head held high, tears brimming in her eyes. She has no right to cry. She may have fought against me, but I know she enjoyed it. She was begging me for it, flaunting herself the way she did. She deserved every strike, every bruise I gave her.
"Milady, you and your son have been wronged in many ways. You have my deepest sympathies and apologies. Olos's fate is in your hands."
If that mortal thinks that he can sentence me to death than he truly is a fool. No one can kill me. The mortal woman turns and meets my gaze. I feel an immense pleasure at the pain that flashes in her eyes. I may not be touching her at the moment, but I can still make her react to me with just a simple gaze. She may rid herself of me but I will always remain with her. Part of her died because of me, and I'll keep that with me for the rest of my immortal life.
"I have wished for his death many times. Sauron has been defeated, and peace is returning to Middle Earth. Enough blood has been shed. I simply wish never to see him again."
Oh but you will see me again. You'll never forget my face or the way I touched you. You'll dream of your immortal lover and enemy, and you'll wake up begging for more. Won't you, my mortal wench? My temptress. Feeling someone's gaze on me, I lift my eyes and meet Siren's. No, my mortal temptress, there has not been enough blood shed. Until that heathen's blood warms my hands there will never be enough.
"You are both wise and compassionate, milady. Olos, I hereby banish you from Gondor, never to return. I shall also send word to the kingdom from which you hail from, and shall inform them of your crimes. If they decide to take further action, than so be it. Avarier, as you are now reinstated as a member of my person security, please escort this monster out of my kingdom."
I watch the mortal boy grin before grabbing me roughly and dragging me out of the room. I look at my mortal lover one more time, making sure to convey my silent promises in my gaze. Avarier pulls me out of the castle and escorts me to the town's borders. He shoves me roughly and I turn around to meet him. "Get out of here you bastard," the boy growls. Such rash and bold youth. Grinning I lift an eyebrow. "As you wish, young Avarier. But when your mother wakes up in the middle of the night calling my name, simply send for me and I shall return."
Avarier's eyes flash angrily and I gracefully dodge his clumsy punch. I bow slightly and turn around. "Goodbye, young mortal. Enjoy your time with the girl. It won't last long," I promise and disappear into the wilderness.
(End Flashback)
Sing all the spells you'd like, Legolas.
When I'm done with her, she'll never wake up.
2 Be Continued
A.N.-
Oi, that was a darker chapter. I don't know why, but I love getting into Olos's head.
Olos: I don't like it very much.
Siren: I don't really care. ^_^
Olos: No wonder I want to kill you.
Siren: Don't make me go all bitchy on you.
Olos: Isn't that what you do anyway?
Siren: ...You have a death wish, don't you?
Olos: Come on. That one reviewer likes me. I know you sort of do too.
Siren: You want me DEAD in this fic.
Olos: And you love it.
Siren: You are so sick.
Olos: You made me up, love. *grins cockily*
Siren: Whatever. *rolls eyes and throws a boot at his head* Anyway, I'd like to make a connection. To all of my reviewers, I did label the Linkin Park song incorrectly. Forgive me!
By Siren
Hey guys! Here's the next chapter and hopefully it won't be as dark. I don't write this down before I type it, I just start typing and let things flow, you know? Anyway, on with the chapter! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"God knows I've been hurt before
You know what I've been through
Time helps but it doesn't cure
The scars will never heal." - "Love on the Outside" by BBMak
"Did you see anything?"
"No. When I got there, the bastard was already gone."
"Do you know who might have done this? Does she have any enemies?"
"No, not that I know of. I don't know how anyone could do this. I just...I just don't know!"
"Alright. Thank you for your time, sir. Call us when she comes to, we'll need a statement."
I hear them talking, but I can't open my eyes. They feel so heavy, and I feel too tired to do anything anyway. I guess that was a cop that dad was talking to just now. As the painkiller starts to wear off, I feel the aching and burning returning to my wounds. Do you believe me now, dad? When I tell you who did this to me, will you finally believe me? Should I tell you at all? I'll have to. Olos isn't gone and he sure as hell will be back. We're not finished yet.
Finally opening my eyes, I find myself staring at the same cracked ceiling that I had a year ago. I hate this place. This is where my world came crashing down, and it took a year to rebuild.
"Siren?"
I roll my head to the side and see my dad spring up from the chair he was sitting in. He rushes over to my side and takes my hand in his large one. "Oh God, honey, how are you feeling? I should get your mother. No, I should get a doctor first. Or the cop. Siren, what happened out there? Who did this to you?" He sounds so frantic; I feel my heart give a painful tug. I want to tell him about Olos. I should tell him about Olos, but I can't.
"I don't remember," I lie. My dad searches my face and shakes his head. "What do you mean? There was enough light for you to have seen his face. Just tell me who did this. Are you afraid? Is that why you won't tell me?" I'm afraid, but that's not why I can't tell him. I swallow and shake my head. "It all happened so fast. I just...I don't remember. I'm sorry," I whisper. I see his jaw clench as he absorbs the information, than turns and looks away. "You don't have any enemies. No one else saw anything. Without you, this bastard is going to go free and do this again, possibly to some other child."
"I'm sorry," I repeat. I really wish I could tell him. Maybe he'd understand if I did. But I know that I can't. Sighing, I look down. A light blanket is pulled up to my chin, and I sit up a little. "Siren, don't push yourself," my dad says in a warning tone. I ignore him and pull one hand out from under the blanket. An I.V. is attached to the back of my hand, and I can see a few scrapes and bruises dotted along the skin. Grasping the corner of the blanket, I toss it back. I'm wearing a hospital gown, and I touch my ribs gently. Hissing, I jerk my hand back.
"The doctors said you had a few broken ribs. Nothing punctured your lungs though."
Ah. I knew I felt something crack. "Aside from the broken ribs, how else am I?" I hear my dad pull the chair up to the bed and sit down. "Lots of cuts and bruises, but no internal bleeding. You won't be able to go riding for a few months, so your mother and I paid the barn to take care of your horse for you. You can still go and see her, but no grooming or riding." I nod and pull the covers over me again. "I'm so sorry."
My head jerks to the side at my dad's hoarse whisper. "Dad?" I see tears well in his eyes and feel my heart clench painfully. "I'm so sorry that this happened. After the hell you went through before...if I had been there, I could have stopped this. I'm so sorry." Feeling my face soften, I reach out and grasp his hand. "You couldn't have stopped it, trust me." No one could have stopped that elf. "And I don't blame you for anything that's happened. I know you and mom love me. And about everything that happened before...it's all in the past. It's time for everybody to let it go." My dad raises his chin and smoothes the hair away from my face. "My brave little girl," he whispers and hugs me tightly. I'm not brave, just incredibly stupid.
I pull away from the hug and look down. I feel too stupid to look at him. "I'll go and call your mother. You can come home tomorrow and than we'll think of what to do." He places a kiss to my forehead and leaves the room. I stare at the door long after he's gone, and than glance down at the I.V. I pull the tape off slowly, than grasp the needle and sharply tug it out. I bite my lip at the pain, and clutch my hand until it fades. Throwing back the covers, I walk over to the small closet and pull it open. I grab my jeans and slip them on, not wanting to walk around in just the hospital gown. Once my jeans are on and secured, I walk out the door.
I know there's a pay phone around here somewhere. I spot it at the end of the hall and glance over at the nurses' station. I'll need some quarters and there's a can of them on the desk. Yeah, they're donations for a 'save the abused animals' foundation, and I'm going to feel really guilty, but I need to call home. Making sure that the nurses aren't looking, I walk up, grab a few quarters from the jar and quickly walk away. I insert the quarters into the pay phone and dial my bedroom number. I listen to it ring, and pray that they'll know how to answer it. I hear a click as someone picks it up and feel my heart pound.
"What sort of machine is this?"
"Is it evil?"
"Why would she keep it in her room if it were evil?"
I chuckle and listen to whoever's holding the phone gasp.
"It's laughing at us! It must be evil!"
"Um, Astaider? It's a phone, sweetie," I say.
"It's Siren! Siren is trapped in the machine!"
"I'm not trapped in the machine. It's too complicated to explain at the moment. Look, it's just a machine that I use to communicate with other people. It's not evil unless a telemarketer calls."
"Never mind, it's not evil. But it is Siren!"
"Give me the device! I want to talk to her!"
"How is she?"
"GIVE ME THAT DEVICE!"
I wince at Avarier's loud voice and hold the phone away for a second. I hear the phone being passed around for a second.
"Siren? It's Avarier. Are you all right? Where are you? What happened? I heard that Olos attacked you. I'll kill the bastard for doing this!"
Aw, he's such a sweet guy. "I'm fine, I'm at the hospital, I was attacked, and yes, Olos was the one who did it. I'll be coming home tomorrow. Until then no one leaves the house for anything, not even hunting Olos. I need all of you to stay at the house in case he tries to get to my family, okay? It's important."
"All right, we'll remain here. Are you sure you're all right? We saw this large machine come and people took you away. We didn't know whether or not to follow." Oh yeah, that would have been interesting to see. A band of elves and human running after an ambulance.
"I'm fine. A few broken ribs, but it'll heal. And it's good that you didn't follow. You would've gotten lost and than I'd be upset and everything would turn into complete and utter chaos."
"All right love. If you're certain that you're all right, than I'll be able to stop worrying as much."
"I'm perfectly fine, Avarier." I pause for a second, suddenly feeling much smaller and younger than I am. "I miss you," I say, and hear Avarier sigh. "I miss you too. You're coming back tomorrow, right?" I nod. "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."
"Good. Legolas wants to talk to you now, and I don't think anyone can deter him from it. I love you." I smile softly, wishing I was home. "I love you too." The phone is passed around again.
"Siren?"
"Hey Legolas. What's up?"
"Now is not the time for such foolish questions. You could have been killed!" I sigh and roll my eyes. "I know, but I wasn't. You came in acting all heroic and saved me, remember?"
"...I was almost too late," the elf whispers, his voice full of guilt. "But you weren't. Legolas, you saved me." "I promised you that nothing would happen to you and something has. I broke my promise and allowed you to be harmed. Forgive me, mellon-nin." I listen to his voice catch in his throat and sigh. "Legolas Greenleaf, listen to me. I was the idiot that went into the woods by myself. You didn't know that it was going to happen. I shouldn't have gone in alone and defenseless. I've only caused you and the others more stress. I should be the one asking for forgiveness. Will you forgive me?"
"You never need to ask me for forgiveness."
I smile into the phone. "We were both foolish. But I still blame myself." Oi, when will this elf learn? "And I blame Olos." We're both silent for a few moments. "Does it hurt?" I blink. "What?"
"Your injuries. Are they bothering you?"
"A little bit. But I'll be fine." "Allow me to ease the pain as much as possible, Siren. Please." Can he do that? I know that elves can ease pain and all, but can they do it over the phone? "Let me call you back from my room so I don't pass out on the floor. Just put the phone back where you found it," I say and hang up. I walk back to my room, pick up the phone and dial the number again. Legolas picks it up, now a skilled phone-user. "Siren?" "Yup. Now, are you sure this is going to work?"
"I don't know. I've never tried to heal or help someone when they're not in front of me. But you can hear my voice, so it should work." I shrug and lie down. "Okay. What do I do?"
"Relax as much as you can. Take deep, even breaths and close your eyes. Focus on my voice. Imagine my eyes if you can."
I do as he says and relax. I breathe deeply and close my eyes, imagining his. The deep blue eyes filled with thousands of years of wisdom and kindness. Suddenly a soft, melodious voice fills my senses.
"Elear (visionary), Lanta kaima (*sleep)."
I feel my limbs become heavier.
"Bragol thalion (*strength), Edan (human.)"
I felt the pain lessen and strength return to me.
"Aman tel' Seldarine amin Elear." (Bless my visionary.) Ed' i'ear ar' elenea, aman tel' Seldarine amin Elear!" (By the sea and stars, bless my visionary!)
The pain faded away completely, and I felt the phone begin to slip from my fingers. "Legolas..."
"Quel esta, mellon-amin." (Sleep well my friend.)
The phone slipped from my fingers and I heard it clatter as it hit the ground. Legolas's voice slips away, and I fall away from the world.
(From Olos's POV)
I wait in the woods under the cover of darkness, listening to Legolas speak. Strange since no one seems to replying to him. He must be going insane. Turning to walk back into the woods, something catches my attention. I hear the prince of Mirkwood whisper an old elvish spell of sedation. No, perhaps 'spell' is the wrong word. Elves have no magic, just ties to the earth.
"Ed' i'ear ar' elenea, aman tel' Seldarine amin Elear!" (By the sea and stars, bless my visionary!)"
Ah, so Siren is having trouble sleeping? A grin spreads across my face. If she can't sleep because of that one attack than she'll never sleep by the time I'm through with her. No one humiliates me and gets away with it. Female or not.
(Flashback)
I stand before the king of Gondor, watching the mortals and elves around me looking at me with disgust in their eyes. And than my gaze fixes upon the mortal bitch that made this happen. The redhead looks at me, a triumphant grin on her face. Oh how I'd love to smack it right off.
"Olos, you have confessed to the crime of raping Darnia, mother of Avarier."
That stupid mortal wench and her song.
"Normally, I would sentence someone like you to death, but after what Avarier and Darnia went through, I leave your fate to them. Avarier, Darnia, please step forward."
The mortal boy and his mother step forward. The woman has her head held high, tears brimming in her eyes. She has no right to cry. She may have fought against me, but I know she enjoyed it. She was begging me for it, flaunting herself the way she did. She deserved every strike, every bruise I gave her.
"Milady, you and your son have been wronged in many ways. You have my deepest sympathies and apologies. Olos's fate is in your hands."
If that mortal thinks that he can sentence me to death than he truly is a fool. No one can kill me. The mortal woman turns and meets my gaze. I feel an immense pleasure at the pain that flashes in her eyes. I may not be touching her at the moment, but I can still make her react to me with just a simple gaze. She may rid herself of me but I will always remain with her. Part of her died because of me, and I'll keep that with me for the rest of my immortal life.
"I have wished for his death many times. Sauron has been defeated, and peace is returning to Middle Earth. Enough blood has been shed. I simply wish never to see him again."
Oh but you will see me again. You'll never forget my face or the way I touched you. You'll dream of your immortal lover and enemy, and you'll wake up begging for more. Won't you, my mortal wench? My temptress. Feeling someone's gaze on me, I lift my eyes and meet Siren's. No, my mortal temptress, there has not been enough blood shed. Until that heathen's blood warms my hands there will never be enough.
"You are both wise and compassionate, milady. Olos, I hereby banish you from Gondor, never to return. I shall also send word to the kingdom from which you hail from, and shall inform them of your crimes. If they decide to take further action, than so be it. Avarier, as you are now reinstated as a member of my person security, please escort this monster out of my kingdom."
I watch the mortal boy grin before grabbing me roughly and dragging me out of the room. I look at my mortal lover one more time, making sure to convey my silent promises in my gaze. Avarier pulls me out of the castle and escorts me to the town's borders. He shoves me roughly and I turn around to meet him. "Get out of here you bastard," the boy growls. Such rash and bold youth. Grinning I lift an eyebrow. "As you wish, young Avarier. But when your mother wakes up in the middle of the night calling my name, simply send for me and I shall return."
Avarier's eyes flash angrily and I gracefully dodge his clumsy punch. I bow slightly and turn around. "Goodbye, young mortal. Enjoy your time with the girl. It won't last long," I promise and disappear into the wilderness.
(End Flashback)
Sing all the spells you'd like, Legolas.
When I'm done with her, she'll never wake up.
2 Be Continued
A.N.-
Oi, that was a darker chapter. I don't know why, but I love getting into Olos's head.
Olos: I don't like it very much.
Siren: I don't really care. ^_^
Olos: No wonder I want to kill you.
Siren: Don't make me go all bitchy on you.
Olos: Isn't that what you do anyway?
Siren: ...You have a death wish, don't you?
Olos: Come on. That one reviewer likes me. I know you sort of do too.
Siren: You want me DEAD in this fic.
Olos: And you love it.
Siren: You are so sick.
Olos: You made me up, love. *grins cockily*
Siren: Whatever. *rolls eyes and throws a boot at his head* Anyway, I'd like to make a connection. To all of my reviewers, I did label the Linkin Park song incorrectly. Forgive me!