hi everyone, glad people like this story. Here's the response to everyone's reviews.
Navaer Lalaith: I'm glad you brought this up. I completely forgot that Luthien was also half Maia and half Elf. So I did some research about Maias, and and going to try and weave this in. And I know that most of the time spells and wizardry were used, but for his mother, so was a creature of light, and Sauron was a creature of evil, so I balanced with both in one Elf. Also, give me a little time. it's just the first chapter, well, second now, can't do everything in one chapter. and if your referring to the book Legolas, it focused on Aragorn and Frodo, not Legolas, so Legolas could of had many admires that we don't know about.
And for everyone, Legolas is extremely young when his mother was killed. He was only about ten. He will be older in this chapter though, about 21. In human years, that is. Screwing with the timeline again. Sorry, kinda.
Fwe: K, am updating. Enjoy.
Evenstar606: I'm sorry it's so sad. it won't be as sad in later chapters. I think... maybe... depends on my mood.
ok, jumping forward a few years. actually, 11 years.
and if anyone will Beta for me, please say so! Pretty please? I'll give you a virtual Custard Cake.
Thoughts and anything mental (not giving away secrets yet) are in italics.
Oh, and fans of Through a Child's Eyes, the next chapter is in the works. It'll be up before next week with any hope.
Visions of Evil
A hand was reaching towards his face, gazing over his cheek. A thumb stroked his jaw, massaging muscles. Another hand held him down by the throat.
"Shhhh. Time. Sun up, Sun down. Time speaks. Listen." Legolas tilted his head, looking towards the sun. As fast as he turned his head, the moon came up and aligned with the sun.
"How is this possible? What is it saying?" Legolas looked back at the figure standing over him. The figure leaned forward, so only it's eyes could be seen.
"Good and evil are ready." The eyes glowed a deep red and blood splurted from them, covering Legolas.
Legolas bolted up, gasping for breath. He touched his cheek, feeling the blood from his dream still on him. He took a shakey breath and stood, reaching for a candle. His hand touched the wick, and it lit.
Legolas jumped back, staring at the flame. His eyes flew around the room, looking for anyone before resting on his bed. He took another step towards him bed and saw the blood covering the sheets.
"What did I tell you? Now, what are you?" The voice spoke in his ear, grabbing his hands. Legolas turned around on his heel, staring at the eyes. He trembled, forcing himself to look away from the eyes and at the mask that covered the face. The hands released him.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" Legolas reached for the mask, only to be grabbed.
"What have you done to me!" He cried, fighting to get his hands free. The masked figure laughed.
"Balanced." Legolas gasped as the figure started to remove it's mask..
And he bolted up in his bed for the second time. Legolas threw back his blankets, running his hand over it. Completely dry, no blood. He took a deep breath and touched the wick of the candle. Nothing.
"by the Valar, Legolas, it was just a dream." He murmered to himself. A knock on his door made him jump, and Thranduil walked into the room. He smiled at Legolas.
"Happy Birthday. Coming of age day. Are you excited?" Thranduil embraced Legolas, placing a kiss on his forehead. Legolas nodded, looking out the window.
"I wish Nana was here though." Thranduil sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair from Legolas's face.
"I know. So do I. But she would be so proud of you." Legolas walked to the window, looking up at the sun.
"Legolas, is something wrong? Other than Nana?" Thranduil placed a hand on his shoulder. Legolas sighed.
"Just a dream that won't go away. It's nothing." Legolas smiled at his father. He had never had the heart to tell him that his mother had told him that he wasn't his father. It didn't really matter to Legolas anymore anyways. Thranduil would always be his father in his mind.
"Well, why don't we just put that dream from your mind and concentrate on tonight. The twins arrived this morning, and can't wait to see you." Legolas grinned, opening his mouth to respond when he suddenly collapsed.
fire and light fought for control, overlapping and retreating. Legolas stood before them, watching, intrigued. It looked like a dance. He thought the light looked like his mother.
"Nana?" He whispered. She stepped towards him, away from the fire.
"Legolas. It's been balanced." She touched his cheek, fear glazing her eyes over. Legolas pulled back.
"Nana, what is balanced? What's happening?" She sighed, turning back towards the fire. Legolas reached for her, "Nana, what is happening! Answer me, please!" She turned back to him.
"It's coming! It's here! It's back, and wants you!" Legolas swallowed, looking at the fire.
"What you warned me about? Is the fire what you are sorry about?" Legolas trembled. The fire was so large, so dark. The light looked so welcoming, and all he wanted to do was embrace it, but the fire kept demanding his attention. His mom touched the fire, forcing it back.
"He wants you back. He knows your his blood. And he'll keep coming for you. He won't leave you alone." Legolas touched the fire, tilting his head, and touched the light with his other hand.
"Why can I touch both of them?" His nana looked away, far off.
"Your not ready. He'll make you ready."
"How will he make me ready?" The light faded, his mother grabbed his wrist.
"Don't follow him. He'll talk nice, speak kind. His power is to influence people. don't let him influence you, and you will be safe. His power is in his voice. don't listen and he'll have nothing on you." Legolas looked her in the eyes.
"How will he speak to me?" The light faded, his mother disappeared, and the flame came forward.
"In your mind." A dark, burned hand reached out from the fire and grasped his wrist, dragging him towards the flame.
"Legolas, wake up." Thranduil called softly to him, sitting beside him on the bed. Legolas whimpered, tossing and turning in his unconcious state. After Legolas had collapsed, he had picked him up and raced to the healing wing were he was informed that until Legolas awoke, they couldn't do anything. That had been over an hour ago. The sun was high in the sky by now.
Legolas moaned, moving slightly. His eyes blinked open, slowly starting to focus.
"How are you feeling?" Thranduil touched his arm, concern showing over his face. Legolas smiled tiredly.
"I'm okay. I keep having the weirdest dreams. I don't understand them..." Legolas gasped, his eyes suddenly getting a far away look in them. A few seconds later, Legolas jumped, shaking his head.
"What was that? Ada, what is happening!" Legolas sat up, looking around the room wildly. Thranduil tilted his head to the side, staring at Legolas.
"What do you mean?" Legolas pointed towards the window.
"Watch." They stared at the window for a moment, then a bird flew through the window the a dead snake in it's claw. It dropped the snake, which knocked over the candle burning on the desk and the curtain caught on fire. Legolas pushed Thranduil to the side and the burning curtain fell over where Thranduil had previously been sitting.
"How did you know about this?" Legolas held up a hand. The fire freezed. Thranduil watched as Legolas whispered something and the fire extinguished, the curtain came back up, as if the fire had never happened.
"What has happened to you?" Legolas turned around, fire in his eyes.
"I touched light and darkness at the same time. What else could?" He wove a spell there, staring at his father.
time through portal
time through mist
hear my call
and let time be done.
The sun stopped moving. A cloud came over sky, and the moon rose to set beside the sun.
Balance of earth
balance of evil
balance of good
hear this voice
and let the balance be complete.
A flash of fire came from beneath his feet. He stared at Thranduil, and suddenly, he was on fire. Thranduil let out a cry, calling for Legolas.
"Please, why are you doing this. Please, Legolas, stop."
"I am no longer Legolas." And Legolas's shape changed from fair and light to dark and evil, "I am the Dark Lord."
Legolas pulled his hand back from the fire. His mother watched him.
"This is you future. This is what the fire holds for you." Legolas stared at her, and the light and fire disappeared.
"Legolas. How are you feeling?" His father sat in the same chair in the same room as before.
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