Dream a Little Dream
By Siren
Hey guys! I just had to wipe my computer clean and reboot it because of a virus, so bear with me. I've gotten some reviews where the readers are both repulsed and attracted to Olos. I'm actually really glad, because that's how I wanted him to turn out. I'm actually a little attracted to him, but than again, I made him up. This chapter is dedicated to the people who are fans of Olos and want to know more about him. I don't own 'Behind Blue Eyes' by Limp Bizkit. Oh yeah, and this story will not be from my point of view. Enjoy!
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Olos watched from the woods as a large, red machine entered the path to Siren's house. After it stopped moving, Siren's father got out and went around to the other side. A door opened and he watched his enemy step out of the machine and into the sunlight. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips at the sight. She was pale and her hair was a mess. He watched her favor her side as she put a hand over it, but she held her head high and walked without assistance to the front door. 'Good,' he thought to himself. 'I didn't want to break her too soon. It would ruin all of the fun.'
Siren opened the door and she and her father entered the house, closing the door behind them. Keeping his gaze locked on the door for another moment, he than turned and walked back into the woods. He could already hear the sickening joyous sounds of the reunion of Siren and her friends. His stomach twisted and churned at the thought of it. That mortal was celebrating while he was forced to hide in the woods like a hunted criminal. 'Although that's what you are, aren't you?' Olos rolled his eyes and pushed his conscience out of his mind. The last thing he needed was to hear that annoying voice.
As Olos walked through the woods to his campsite, he couldn't help but notice the beauty of the place. The trees were tall and green, and though the air was polluted with something pungent, the trees seemed to purify it a bit. It was almost like home, save for the annoying sounds and terrible scents. He didn't have to follow Siren's friends into the portal, but he wanted to. And it was all paying off. Siren was injured and her friends would spend more time around her than looking for him. Already the plans for his next move were forming in his mind.
He found Siren's reaction after her assault most interesting. He didn't know that he could bring that side out of her. She had always seemed so annoyingly cheerful and carefree. He had provoked that one vital instinct of survival and she acted on it. She had screamed and fought and swore her revenge as though she could have it. Silly mortal. Though he had to admit, he was somewhat afraid. The look in her eyes was the look he had seen in cornered and desperate animals.
He chuckled a bit at the memory of Avarier trying to soothe and comfort her. She didn't need comforting. The weapon in her hands had been enough comfort for her. For the life of him, Olos could not understand why Siren had chosen that mortal boy as a mate. He was clumsy, weak, and altogether moronic. Quite the opposite of herself. Arriving at his campsite, he sat down on the ground and took out his sword. While most elves preferred the bow, he found the sword suited him better. Especially the broad sword. Taking a stone out of his pocket and began to sharpen it, listening to the satisfying scrap of rock against metal. 'Though this sword will sing once it's dripping with Siren's blood.'
He wasn't sure when he came to hate mortals and their ways. 'Liar. You know exactly when it started.' Olos shuddered as the memories began surfacing.
(Flashback)
Olos watched his father pack his belongings into a few sacks. "Do you really have to leave? I'm sure there will be enough elves and men without you there." Olos's father continued packing as he spoke. "You know I must. Sauron is becoming stronger every day. He must be stopped." Olos shook his head. "But why must you be the one to do it? Father, please, don't leave." He watched as his father stopped packing and turned around. He walked to his son and put a hand on his shoulder. "Olos, you are my son and I love you. But I also love Middle Earth and will do all I can to protect it. You must understand."
"But---"
"No buts. I am leaving for the war and that's that. Now assist me and prepare my horse." Olos's eyes flashed with fury. "I will not prepare the steed you will ride to your death! For that is all you will find on those battlefields, father. Death. Death and the destruction of our kin. You're right. Sauron grows more powerful every day. And he is already too powerful to stop! You have nothing but a fool's hope!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He watched with forlorn as his father's eyes dimmed and his face hardened. "That may be so, Olos, but I must hope. For without hope, there is nothing." With that, his father took his belongings and left the room.
One Year Later-
It had been one year since his father left to join the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. Olos had stood in the doorway of his home every morning and evening, hoping to see his father once more. He always expected to see his father riding home proudly on his steed, adorned in elvish armor, a grin on his face. He would apologize to him for his harsh and irrational words and all would be right between them. Months went by and gradually the men and elves were returning to their homes. Against all odds, they had been victorious.
But Olos's father never returned. For countless years he waited, his immortality suddenly seeming a burden as the days wore on. After a century of waiting, it finally struck Olos that his father had fallen on the battlefield and would never come home. He would never get to apologize for the things he said, and nothing would be right between them ever again. At first Olos hated himself for it. He blamed himself for his father's death, and it nearly killed him. But than his hate slowly turned to the human race. If not for the mortals needing help, his father never would have left and those harsh words never would have left his mouth. Humans were weak and useless. A plague upon Middle Earth.
His father had always taught him to accept and respect all forms of life, so Olos forced himself to bury his hatred. But when he became Aragorn's advisor at Gondor and was approached by that mortal woman………it suddenly occurred to him that he could have her. He was an elf, one of the Eldar. He could have whatever he wanted. The mortals took his father, so he could take this woman. And all of the hatred that had been buried for over a thousand years resurfaced, and he took her.
(End Flashback)
And now he would kill this mortal and all who loved her. He would kill her family, her friends, the elves and her mortal lover. He would kill them all and she would be powerless to stop it. Olos looked at his sword and ran his finger along the edge. As it cut into his skin and blood began to slip from the wound, he couldn't help but smile. Tonight that bitch would know just how it feels to lose someone you love.
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"Siren, you can't be serious!"
"Legolas, we can't just let Olos continue running lose. We have to catch him."
Legolas and the others stared at Siren in shock and worry. "You are in no condition to go hunting for him. You can barely walk without assistance!" Siren huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "So you suggest that we just let him walk freely in my neighborhood, giving him every chance to break into my house and slaughter my family?" Legolas shook his head. "Of course not. But you certainly can't go running around the woods! You are no match for Olos even if you were feeling better. Avarier and I will go at night. Astaider and Hodoer will stay here with you, understood?" Siren frowned. "No way. This is my world and my fight. If you go, I go. Or, I could take option number three and go alone." "That's not even an option," Avarier cut in.
"Well than, I guess you'll be taking me with you," Siren said with a smug look. Legolas and Avarier shared a look, than turned their attention back to the stubborn girl. "Astaider, Hodoer, you will watch her while we go and look for Olos." Siren's eyes widened. "WHAT? NO WAY!" Astaider and Hodoer nodded. "Alright. We haven't had any quality time together anyway." Siren looked at the two she-elves. "Quality time can wait. Revenge can't. I'm going, you hear me? I AM GOING!"
Nightfall-
"I can't BELIEVE I'm not going."
Astaider wrapped an arm around her friend and rested her chin on her shoulder. "It'll be alright Siren. You'll see." Siren pouted from her spot on the couch. "No it won't. They get to go and beat the hell out of him and I don't. It's not fair." "What if they promise to let you have five minutes to 'beat the hell out of him'?" Hodoer asked. Siren grinned. "Than I'd be happy." Hodoer nodded and looked over at Legolas. "Find Olos, keep him bound and let Siren beat him if she wants. She deserves it after what he put her through." The blonde elf nodded and picked up his weapons. "Ready Avarier?" The mortal laced up his boots and nodded. "I'm ready." They turned to the window to sneak out, but Siren stumbled off of the couch and grabbed Avarier's arm. He turned around only to feel Siren kiss him firmly. "If you get killed, I'll kill you," she growled. Avarier smiled and hugged her. "I'll be fine, melamin."
Siren than turned to Legolas and hugged him tightly. "Watch him for me and come back safe and sound." Legolas smiled slightly and nodded. "You have my word," he promised, and left. Siren frowned once they disappeared and sat down on the couch. "If Olos hurts either of them, I'll make him wish he was never born." Hodoer smirked. "But WE already wish he was never born." The mortal shrugged. "Same difference."
Legolas and Avarier walked through the woods cautiously. Elves already had the advantage of stealth and the cover of darkness only enhanced it. "Perhaps we should have gone during the day," Avarier mumbled, squinting through the shadows. "Aye, but than Olos would have seen us. Either way, we would have a difficult time finding and capturing him." Avarier tightened his grip on the knife that Legolas lent him. "As long as we find that bastard and keep him from harming Siren again, I'll be happy." The elf glanced back at him for a moment. "Don't worry. He won't hurt her ever again. We'll make sure of that," he said and they continued walking.
After an hour they came upon Olos's campsite. It was deserted, and they only sign that Olos had been there was his sleeping roll and a few meager belongings. "He must have known that we were coming. He's probably long gone by now." Avarier's anger grew, along with his frustration. "He can't get away with what he did to Siren! We have to find him!" Legolas sighed and looked at the ground for any tracks. "Olos would leave no tracks behind. He's an elf and we do not leave any mark upon the ground." Avarier growled and threw his knife to the ground. "Than it is useless! Olos is gone and we'll never find him! That bastard will get away with it! All of it!" Legolas stared at the human as he ranted. "He harmed my mother, now he's harmed my lover! And he always gets away with it!" Legolas blinked. "Lover? You two………?" Avarier blushed furiously and Legolas looked away.
"It was just once, in Middle Earth. The night that she disappeared………" Legolas cringed and shook his head. "That's more than I need to know," he said and picked up the discarded weapon. "Here, take your weapon. We'll split up and search for Olos. His thirst for revenge won't allow him to stray far." Avarier took the knife and nodded. "Thank you." Legolas nodded and started walking away. Avarier gripped the knife again and started walking in the opposite direction.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Hodoer went silent, thinking of a question to ask. All three girls sat in a circle, dressed in comfortable pajamas. "How close have you and Avarier gotten?" Siren went beet red and looked down. "Um, that's a very personal question………." Hodoer grinned. "Precisely. Now tell us." Siren glared at her friend before answering. "Well, um, we sort of, you know………" Astaider's eyes widened. "You two kissed?" Siren stared at her friend for a moment before smacking her upside the head. "You know that already!" Astaider pouted and rubbed the back of her head. "Ow. Meanie. So, how far HAVE you gotten? If it's further than kissing, than it must have been groping." Siren blushed again. "Well, there was kissing and groping………" Astaider gasped. "I knew it!" Siren stared at her with wide eyes. "You did?"
"Yes! You two are married!"
SMACK!
"OW!"
"Astaider, you are impossible! We're not married, we just had sex! GOD!" As soon as she said it, she clamped her hands over her mouth and turned a new shade of red. Astaider and Hodoer stared at Siren in shock. "You, you and Avarier made love?" Siren shifted uncomfortably under their gazes. "Well, I'm 17 and most kids my age have had sex and………" Hodoer blinked and shook her head. "But you are not married. The act of love should be well, acted out, once you are married." The mortal looked down. "Are you guys mad at me?" Astaider wrapped her arms around Siren and pulled her into a hug. "Not so much 'mad' as disappointed. We're your friends, Siren. We're just looking out for you." Siren returned the hug, feeling somewhat relieved.
"So was it any good?"
"ASTAIDER!"
SMACK!
"OW!"
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Avarier walked through the woods, feeling all of his hope of finding Olos slipping away. The elf might still be around, but there was no way he was going to find him.
"Why young Avarier. How nice of you to visit."
Unless Olos found him first.
Avarier spun around, only to meet the bleak darkness. "Where are you? Come out and let me see you, coward!" Olos chuckled deeply. "And ruin the fun of watching you wander around aimlessly?" The mortal frowned and held up his weapon. "I'm armed!" Avarier caught the glint of metal in the moonlight and turn in that direction. "As am I," Olos countered. "Don't tell me you thought that that dagger that Siren took from me was my only weapon?" Avarier shook his head. "Of course not."
"So tell me, how is young Siren doing? Is she sore from our little encounter?" Avarier felt a rush of rage go through him. "You will die for hurting her!" Olos laughed from his spot in the woods, but the sound seemed to come from every direction. "I'm 'going to die' for many things, young Avarier. You're not the first to swear revenge upon me. Though I'm amused that you think you are." Avarier grit his teeth and squinted. "What do you want with Siren? Why her? Why my mother?" He heard the elf sigh. "Why, why, why. Is that all you humans ever want to know? You always need to know the reason for things." "TELL ME!" Avarier bellowed. Another chuckle. "Alright."
"As to your first question, I want Siren to die. Why? Because she humiliated me in front of king Elessar. She assisted in getting me banished from Gondor. So, after torturing and humiliating her, I'll see her blood upon my blade. Now, as to your mother………she was a delicious conquest. She peaked my interest, that's all. And she deserved all she received, though she should be honored to share a bed with an elf, or in her case, a cold floor," Olos said with a sneer. "You bastard! I'll have you begging for the halls of Mandos!" Olos rolled his eyes. "Like I haven't heard that one before. But I have a question for you now. Have Siren and Legolas shared a bed yet?"
Avarier nearly dropped his weapon in shock.
"Of course not!" Olos grinned from his spot in the darkness. "Strange. I thought they would have by now. After all, those looks they give each other………plus the obvious attraction." Avarier felt his blood boil. "You lie! Legolas thinks of Siren as a friend, nothing more!"
"If you say so, young mortal. But it makes sense, don't you think?"
"What does?"
"Well, Legolas is a strong, handsome prince and Siren is a clever, young girl. Young women are easily swayed by looks and power. And you………well, you don't have much going for you."
"Siren and I love each other. Your petty words will not change that."
"Oh, I don't expect them to. But think about it. Siren was clever enough to capture me and get me to confess to my crimes. Where as you could not find me, only amuse me. Plus, who saved her from me? You did not shoot that arrow, Legolas did. You have minimal worth, and women see that."
Avarier opened his mouth to retort, but he couldn't think of anything to say. All of it was true.
"But, but our love is strong. Nothing can break it!"
"Are you so sure? Tell me, did Siren try to get back to you?"
Avarier's eyes widened and his grip on his weapon loosened.
"After all, you went to astounding lengths to find her. Did she even try to get to you? Or did she think of your love for her as useless and gave up? Was she even faithful to you during your time apart? And who does she spend more time with, you or Legolas?"
The knife dropped to the ground.
"Ah, that's what I thought."
Olos stepped into the moonlight, a sympathetic smile on his face. "You love her, I see that. But her love for you? It's merely a shadow of what once was. That's the problem with humanity. They make and break things so easily." The dark elf tilted his head and his smile grew. "It seems that Legolas has heard us. I shall take my leave now. And do give my regards to Siren." With that, the elf turned and ran silently into the darkness.
Legolas stopped next to Avarier and peered through the shadows. "Which way did he go?" Avarier said nothing and picked up his weapon. "He is gone. We will not find him again tonight. We should go back." The blonde elf looked at him in disbelief. "But he can't have gone far! Just tell me where he went and I'll catch him with ease!" Avarier shook his head and handed him the knife. "Thank you for allowing me to borrow your weapon, Legolas. We should go back now and not waste any more time. I'm sure the others are getting worried."
Legolas frowned but followed Avarier back to the house.
"AVARIER!"
Siren launched herself at the mortal and hugged him tightly. "Thank God you're safe! Did you find anything? Was there trouble?" Avarier's face was emotionless but he hugged her back weakly. "There was no trouble. We found Olos but he got away, right Legolas?" The elf frowned, but nodded. "Yes, he escaped." Siren pouted but shrugged. "Oh well, as long as you're both safe." She looked up at Avarier's face and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You are safe, right? As in safe and sound and not hurt?" Avarier looked down at her and nodded. "I'm fine." Siren grinned and tilted her chin up. "Good. 'Cause I would be really pissed off if you were hurt," she said and kissed him lightly. Avarier responded for a moment, than pulled away. "I'm actually really tired. I'm going to retire now, if that's alright." Siren frowned but nodded. "Sure. I'll meet you in there in a sec." Avarier shook his head and stepped away. "No, I'm pretty sore actually and you tend to kick in your sleep, so, I'm just gonna sleep alone tonight." Siren looked hurt, but nodded. "Okay," she said and watched him disappear into the bedroom. "Okay, anybody else find that really wierd?"
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
Olos stood at the woods' edge, grinning from pointed ear to pointed ear. He had actually hoped to hear Avarier snap and shout at Siren, but the cold shoulder would be enough for now. Soon he'd have Siren alone, with no one to turn to. And it would be all her fault, really. He'd just set everything in motion. He was surprised at how little it took to plant seeds of doubt in young Avarier's mind. But than again, mortals hearts are easily swayed. Shrugging, Olos turned and walked back into the woods.
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
Avarier lay in Siren's bed, staring up at the cieling. Yes, he had been cold to her, but he couldn't help it. Olos's words continued to echo in his mind. Siren hadn't gone to the extent that he did to find him. According to Legolas, she went back to the place where she fell, but that was it. She had given up right away. Where as he, this useless male, had gone to Lothlorien and begged not only lady Galadriel, but Gandalf as well. She hadn't done anything. She looked at a patch of dirt, how tiring. Feeling the bitterness and anger rise inside, Avarier shut his eyes and forced himself to think of other things. Of home and how he would try to return there.
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain, woe
Can show through
Siren sat with the elves and pretended to listen to them talk while her mind drifted to Avarier and his behavior. He had been so cold to her. What had happened in the woods? He was fine before. Why was he treating her like this? What had she done? He didn't even want to be in the same room as her, and that hurt her deeply. "Siren, what did you and the others do while we were gone?" Siren looked over at Legolas and blushed. "Um, just played a round of 'truth or dare'." Legolas smiled. "Anything interesting happen?" Siren's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Nope. Nothing. It was boring. Very dull. You would have hated it." Hodoer and Astaider giggled and burst into laughter once Siren started glaring. "I hate that game," Siren grumbled.
No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
Lady Galadriel stood before her mirror, worry filling her senses. For the past few days she had been plagued by worry and a bit of fear. Something was happening in Siren's world, and it certainly wasn't good. Though she could no longer use the power of the mirror to see into the past, present or future, being near it still brought her a sense of comfort. It also brought her a sense of longing to see that which cannot be seen. She needed to know why she felt the way she did. Closing her eyes, she reached out into the unknown, tapping into her power. Almost at once her mind was filled with visions of Legolas, Avarier, Hodoer, Astaider, Olos, Avarier and Siren. Legolas and the other elves were fighting with Avarier about something. The images melted into another one of Siren and Olos fighting. Siren was pinned beneathe Olos, struggling violently while he reached for his sword. He raised it above his head and thrust it into her chest, cutting past flesh and bone. Everything turned crimson, and the visions ended. Galadriel gasped and her eyes flew open.
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
2 Be Continued...
By Siren
Hey guys! I just had to wipe my computer clean and reboot it because of a virus, so bear with me. I've gotten some reviews where the readers are both repulsed and attracted to Olos. I'm actually really glad, because that's how I wanted him to turn out. I'm actually a little attracted to him, but than again, I made him up. This chapter is dedicated to the people who are fans of Olos and want to know more about him. I don't own 'Behind Blue Eyes' by Limp Bizkit. Oh yeah, and this story will not be from my point of view. Enjoy!
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Olos watched from the woods as a large, red machine entered the path to Siren's house. After it stopped moving, Siren's father got out and went around to the other side. A door opened and he watched his enemy step out of the machine and into the sunlight. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips at the sight. She was pale and her hair was a mess. He watched her favor her side as she put a hand over it, but she held her head high and walked without assistance to the front door. 'Good,' he thought to himself. 'I didn't want to break her too soon. It would ruin all of the fun.'
Siren opened the door and she and her father entered the house, closing the door behind them. Keeping his gaze locked on the door for another moment, he than turned and walked back into the woods. He could already hear the sickening joyous sounds of the reunion of Siren and her friends. His stomach twisted and churned at the thought of it. That mortal was celebrating while he was forced to hide in the woods like a hunted criminal. 'Although that's what you are, aren't you?' Olos rolled his eyes and pushed his conscience out of his mind. The last thing he needed was to hear that annoying voice.
As Olos walked through the woods to his campsite, he couldn't help but notice the beauty of the place. The trees were tall and green, and though the air was polluted with something pungent, the trees seemed to purify it a bit. It was almost like home, save for the annoying sounds and terrible scents. He didn't have to follow Siren's friends into the portal, but he wanted to. And it was all paying off. Siren was injured and her friends would spend more time around her than looking for him. Already the plans for his next move were forming in his mind.
He found Siren's reaction after her assault most interesting. He didn't know that he could bring that side out of her. She had always seemed so annoyingly cheerful and carefree. He had provoked that one vital instinct of survival and she acted on it. She had screamed and fought and swore her revenge as though she could have it. Silly mortal. Though he had to admit, he was somewhat afraid. The look in her eyes was the look he had seen in cornered and desperate animals.
He chuckled a bit at the memory of Avarier trying to soothe and comfort her. She didn't need comforting. The weapon in her hands had been enough comfort for her. For the life of him, Olos could not understand why Siren had chosen that mortal boy as a mate. He was clumsy, weak, and altogether moronic. Quite the opposite of herself. Arriving at his campsite, he sat down on the ground and took out his sword. While most elves preferred the bow, he found the sword suited him better. Especially the broad sword. Taking a stone out of his pocket and began to sharpen it, listening to the satisfying scrap of rock against metal. 'Though this sword will sing once it's dripping with Siren's blood.'
He wasn't sure when he came to hate mortals and their ways. 'Liar. You know exactly when it started.' Olos shuddered as the memories began surfacing.
(Flashback)
Olos watched his father pack his belongings into a few sacks. "Do you really have to leave? I'm sure there will be enough elves and men without you there." Olos's father continued packing as he spoke. "You know I must. Sauron is becoming stronger every day. He must be stopped." Olos shook his head. "But why must you be the one to do it? Father, please, don't leave." He watched as his father stopped packing and turned around. He walked to his son and put a hand on his shoulder. "Olos, you are my son and I love you. But I also love Middle Earth and will do all I can to protect it. You must understand."
"But---"
"No buts. I am leaving for the war and that's that. Now assist me and prepare my horse." Olos's eyes flashed with fury. "I will not prepare the steed you will ride to your death! For that is all you will find on those battlefields, father. Death. Death and the destruction of our kin. You're right. Sauron grows more powerful every day. And he is already too powerful to stop! You have nothing but a fool's hope!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He watched with forlorn as his father's eyes dimmed and his face hardened. "That may be so, Olos, but I must hope. For without hope, there is nothing." With that, his father took his belongings and left the room.
One Year Later-
It had been one year since his father left to join the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. Olos had stood in the doorway of his home every morning and evening, hoping to see his father once more. He always expected to see his father riding home proudly on his steed, adorned in elvish armor, a grin on his face. He would apologize to him for his harsh and irrational words and all would be right between them. Months went by and gradually the men and elves were returning to their homes. Against all odds, they had been victorious.
But Olos's father never returned. For countless years he waited, his immortality suddenly seeming a burden as the days wore on. After a century of waiting, it finally struck Olos that his father had fallen on the battlefield and would never come home. He would never get to apologize for the things he said, and nothing would be right between them ever again. At first Olos hated himself for it. He blamed himself for his father's death, and it nearly killed him. But than his hate slowly turned to the human race. If not for the mortals needing help, his father never would have left and those harsh words never would have left his mouth. Humans were weak and useless. A plague upon Middle Earth.
His father had always taught him to accept and respect all forms of life, so Olos forced himself to bury his hatred. But when he became Aragorn's advisor at Gondor and was approached by that mortal woman………it suddenly occurred to him that he could have her. He was an elf, one of the Eldar. He could have whatever he wanted. The mortals took his father, so he could take this woman. And all of the hatred that had been buried for over a thousand years resurfaced, and he took her.
(End Flashback)
And now he would kill this mortal and all who loved her. He would kill her family, her friends, the elves and her mortal lover. He would kill them all and she would be powerless to stop it. Olos looked at his sword and ran his finger along the edge. As it cut into his skin and blood began to slip from the wound, he couldn't help but smile. Tonight that bitch would know just how it feels to lose someone you love.
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"Siren, you can't be serious!"
"Legolas, we can't just let Olos continue running lose. We have to catch him."
Legolas and the others stared at Siren in shock and worry. "You are in no condition to go hunting for him. You can barely walk without assistance!" Siren huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "So you suggest that we just let him walk freely in my neighborhood, giving him every chance to break into my house and slaughter my family?" Legolas shook his head. "Of course not. But you certainly can't go running around the woods! You are no match for Olos even if you were feeling better. Avarier and I will go at night. Astaider and Hodoer will stay here with you, understood?" Siren frowned. "No way. This is my world and my fight. If you go, I go. Or, I could take option number three and go alone." "That's not even an option," Avarier cut in.
"Well than, I guess you'll be taking me with you," Siren said with a smug look. Legolas and Avarier shared a look, than turned their attention back to the stubborn girl. "Astaider, Hodoer, you will watch her while we go and look for Olos." Siren's eyes widened. "WHAT? NO WAY!" Astaider and Hodoer nodded. "Alright. We haven't had any quality time together anyway." Siren looked at the two she-elves. "Quality time can wait. Revenge can't. I'm going, you hear me? I AM GOING!"
Nightfall-
"I can't BELIEVE I'm not going."
Astaider wrapped an arm around her friend and rested her chin on her shoulder. "It'll be alright Siren. You'll see." Siren pouted from her spot on the couch. "No it won't. They get to go and beat the hell out of him and I don't. It's not fair." "What if they promise to let you have five minutes to 'beat the hell out of him'?" Hodoer asked. Siren grinned. "Than I'd be happy." Hodoer nodded and looked over at Legolas. "Find Olos, keep him bound and let Siren beat him if she wants. She deserves it after what he put her through." The blonde elf nodded and picked up his weapons. "Ready Avarier?" The mortal laced up his boots and nodded. "I'm ready." They turned to the window to sneak out, but Siren stumbled off of the couch and grabbed Avarier's arm. He turned around only to feel Siren kiss him firmly. "If you get killed, I'll kill you," she growled. Avarier smiled and hugged her. "I'll be fine, melamin."
Siren than turned to Legolas and hugged him tightly. "Watch him for me and come back safe and sound." Legolas smiled slightly and nodded. "You have my word," he promised, and left. Siren frowned once they disappeared and sat down on the couch. "If Olos hurts either of them, I'll make him wish he was never born." Hodoer smirked. "But WE already wish he was never born." The mortal shrugged. "Same difference."
Legolas and Avarier walked through the woods cautiously. Elves already had the advantage of stealth and the cover of darkness only enhanced it. "Perhaps we should have gone during the day," Avarier mumbled, squinting through the shadows. "Aye, but than Olos would have seen us. Either way, we would have a difficult time finding and capturing him." Avarier tightened his grip on the knife that Legolas lent him. "As long as we find that bastard and keep him from harming Siren again, I'll be happy." The elf glanced back at him for a moment. "Don't worry. He won't hurt her ever again. We'll make sure of that," he said and they continued walking.
After an hour they came upon Olos's campsite. It was deserted, and they only sign that Olos had been there was his sleeping roll and a few meager belongings. "He must have known that we were coming. He's probably long gone by now." Avarier's anger grew, along with his frustration. "He can't get away with what he did to Siren! We have to find him!" Legolas sighed and looked at the ground for any tracks. "Olos would leave no tracks behind. He's an elf and we do not leave any mark upon the ground." Avarier growled and threw his knife to the ground. "Than it is useless! Olos is gone and we'll never find him! That bastard will get away with it! All of it!" Legolas stared at the human as he ranted. "He harmed my mother, now he's harmed my lover! And he always gets away with it!" Legolas blinked. "Lover? You two………?" Avarier blushed furiously and Legolas looked away.
"It was just once, in Middle Earth. The night that she disappeared………" Legolas cringed and shook his head. "That's more than I need to know," he said and picked up the discarded weapon. "Here, take your weapon. We'll split up and search for Olos. His thirst for revenge won't allow him to stray far." Avarier took the knife and nodded. "Thank you." Legolas nodded and started walking away. Avarier gripped the knife again and started walking in the opposite direction.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth."
Hodoer went silent, thinking of a question to ask. All three girls sat in a circle, dressed in comfortable pajamas. "How close have you and Avarier gotten?" Siren went beet red and looked down. "Um, that's a very personal question………." Hodoer grinned. "Precisely. Now tell us." Siren glared at her friend before answering. "Well, um, we sort of, you know………" Astaider's eyes widened. "You two kissed?" Siren stared at her friend for a moment before smacking her upside the head. "You know that already!" Astaider pouted and rubbed the back of her head. "Ow. Meanie. So, how far HAVE you gotten? If it's further than kissing, than it must have been groping." Siren blushed again. "Well, there was kissing and groping………" Astaider gasped. "I knew it!" Siren stared at her with wide eyes. "You did?"
"Yes! You two are married!"
SMACK!
"OW!"
"Astaider, you are impossible! We're not married, we just had sex! GOD!" As soon as she said it, she clamped her hands over her mouth and turned a new shade of red. Astaider and Hodoer stared at Siren in shock. "You, you and Avarier made love?" Siren shifted uncomfortably under their gazes. "Well, I'm 17 and most kids my age have had sex and………" Hodoer blinked and shook her head. "But you are not married. The act of love should be well, acted out, once you are married." The mortal looked down. "Are you guys mad at me?" Astaider wrapped her arms around Siren and pulled her into a hug. "Not so much 'mad' as disappointed. We're your friends, Siren. We're just looking out for you." Siren returned the hug, feeling somewhat relieved.
"So was it any good?"
"ASTAIDER!"
SMACK!
"OW!"
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Avarier walked through the woods, feeling all of his hope of finding Olos slipping away. The elf might still be around, but there was no way he was going to find him.
"Why young Avarier. How nice of you to visit."
Unless Olos found him first.
Avarier spun around, only to meet the bleak darkness. "Where are you? Come out and let me see you, coward!" Olos chuckled deeply. "And ruin the fun of watching you wander around aimlessly?" The mortal frowned and held up his weapon. "I'm armed!" Avarier caught the glint of metal in the moonlight and turn in that direction. "As am I," Olos countered. "Don't tell me you thought that that dagger that Siren took from me was my only weapon?" Avarier shook his head. "Of course not."
"So tell me, how is young Siren doing? Is she sore from our little encounter?" Avarier felt a rush of rage go through him. "You will die for hurting her!" Olos laughed from his spot in the woods, but the sound seemed to come from every direction. "I'm 'going to die' for many things, young Avarier. You're not the first to swear revenge upon me. Though I'm amused that you think you are." Avarier grit his teeth and squinted. "What do you want with Siren? Why her? Why my mother?" He heard the elf sigh. "Why, why, why. Is that all you humans ever want to know? You always need to know the reason for things." "TELL ME!" Avarier bellowed. Another chuckle. "Alright."
"As to your first question, I want Siren to die. Why? Because she humiliated me in front of king Elessar. She assisted in getting me banished from Gondor. So, after torturing and humiliating her, I'll see her blood upon my blade. Now, as to your mother………she was a delicious conquest. She peaked my interest, that's all. And she deserved all she received, though she should be honored to share a bed with an elf, or in her case, a cold floor," Olos said with a sneer. "You bastard! I'll have you begging for the halls of Mandos!" Olos rolled his eyes. "Like I haven't heard that one before. But I have a question for you now. Have Siren and Legolas shared a bed yet?"
Avarier nearly dropped his weapon in shock.
"Of course not!" Olos grinned from his spot in the darkness. "Strange. I thought they would have by now. After all, those looks they give each other………plus the obvious attraction." Avarier felt his blood boil. "You lie! Legolas thinks of Siren as a friend, nothing more!"
"If you say so, young mortal. But it makes sense, don't you think?"
"What does?"
"Well, Legolas is a strong, handsome prince and Siren is a clever, young girl. Young women are easily swayed by looks and power. And you………well, you don't have much going for you."
"Siren and I love each other. Your petty words will not change that."
"Oh, I don't expect them to. But think about it. Siren was clever enough to capture me and get me to confess to my crimes. Where as you could not find me, only amuse me. Plus, who saved her from me? You did not shoot that arrow, Legolas did. You have minimal worth, and women see that."
Avarier opened his mouth to retort, but he couldn't think of anything to say. All of it was true.
"But, but our love is strong. Nothing can break it!"
"Are you so sure? Tell me, did Siren try to get back to you?"
Avarier's eyes widened and his grip on his weapon loosened.
"After all, you went to astounding lengths to find her. Did she even try to get to you? Or did she think of your love for her as useless and gave up? Was she even faithful to you during your time apart? And who does she spend more time with, you or Legolas?"
The knife dropped to the ground.
"Ah, that's what I thought."
Olos stepped into the moonlight, a sympathetic smile on his face. "You love her, I see that. But her love for you? It's merely a shadow of what once was. That's the problem with humanity. They make and break things so easily." The dark elf tilted his head and his smile grew. "It seems that Legolas has heard us. I shall take my leave now. And do give my regards to Siren." With that, the elf turned and ran silently into the darkness.
Legolas stopped next to Avarier and peered through the shadows. "Which way did he go?" Avarier said nothing and picked up his weapon. "He is gone. We will not find him again tonight. We should go back." The blonde elf looked at him in disbelief. "But he can't have gone far! Just tell me where he went and I'll catch him with ease!" Avarier shook his head and handed him the knife. "Thank you for allowing me to borrow your weapon, Legolas. We should go back now and not waste any more time. I'm sure the others are getting worried."
Legolas frowned but followed Avarier back to the house.
"AVARIER!"
Siren launched herself at the mortal and hugged him tightly. "Thank God you're safe! Did you find anything? Was there trouble?" Avarier's face was emotionless but he hugged her back weakly. "There was no trouble. We found Olos but he got away, right Legolas?" The elf frowned, but nodded. "Yes, he escaped." Siren pouted but shrugged. "Oh well, as long as you're both safe." She looked up at Avarier's face and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You are safe, right? As in safe and sound and not hurt?" Avarier looked down at her and nodded. "I'm fine." Siren grinned and tilted her chin up. "Good. 'Cause I would be really pissed off if you were hurt," she said and kissed him lightly. Avarier responded for a moment, than pulled away. "I'm actually really tired. I'm going to retire now, if that's alright." Siren frowned but nodded. "Sure. I'll meet you in there in a sec." Avarier shook his head and stepped away. "No, I'm pretty sore actually and you tend to kick in your sleep, so, I'm just gonna sleep alone tonight." Siren looked hurt, but nodded. "Okay," she said and watched him disappear into the bedroom. "Okay, anybody else find that really wierd?"
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
Olos stood at the woods' edge, grinning from pointed ear to pointed ear. He had actually hoped to hear Avarier snap and shout at Siren, but the cold shoulder would be enough for now. Soon he'd have Siren alone, with no one to turn to. And it would be all her fault, really. He'd just set everything in motion. He was surprised at how little it took to plant seeds of doubt in young Avarier's mind. But than again, mortals hearts are easily swayed. Shrugging, Olos turned and walked back into the woods.
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
Avarier lay in Siren's bed, staring up at the cieling. Yes, he had been cold to her, but he couldn't help it. Olos's words continued to echo in his mind. Siren hadn't gone to the extent that he did to find him. According to Legolas, she went back to the place where she fell, but that was it. She had given up right away. Where as he, this useless male, had gone to Lothlorien and begged not only lady Galadriel, but Gandalf as well. She hadn't done anything. She looked at a patch of dirt, how tiring. Feeling the bitterness and anger rise inside, Avarier shut his eyes and forced himself to think of other things. Of home and how he would try to return there.
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do, and I blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain, woe
Can show through
Siren sat with the elves and pretended to listen to them talk while her mind drifted to Avarier and his behavior. He had been so cold to her. What had happened in the woods? He was fine before. Why was he treating her like this? What had she done? He didn't even want to be in the same room as her, and that hurt her deeply. "Siren, what did you and the others do while we were gone?" Siren looked over at Legolas and blushed. "Um, just played a round of 'truth or dare'." Legolas smiled. "Anything interesting happen?" Siren's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Nope. Nothing. It was boring. Very dull. You would have hated it." Hodoer and Astaider giggled and burst into laughter once Siren started glaring. "I hate that game," Siren grumbled.
No one knows what it's like
To be mistreated, to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry
I'm not telling lies
Lady Galadriel stood before her mirror, worry filling her senses. For the past few days she had been plagued by worry and a bit of fear. Something was happening in Siren's world, and it certainly wasn't good. Though she could no longer use the power of the mirror to see into the past, present or future, being near it still brought her a sense of comfort. It also brought her a sense of longing to see that which cannot be seen. She needed to know why she felt the way she did. Closing her eyes, she reached out into the unknown, tapping into her power. Almost at once her mind was filled with visions of Legolas, Avarier, Hodoer, Astaider, Olos, Avarier and Siren. Legolas and the other elves were fighting with Avarier about something. The images melted into another one of Siren and Olos fighting. Siren was pinned beneathe Olos, struggling violently while he reached for his sword. He raised it above his head and thrust it into her chest, cutting past flesh and bone. Everything turned crimson, and the visions ended. Galadriel gasped and her eyes flew open.
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
2 Be Continued...