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Lighting and thunder lulled the Elves of Eryn Lasgalen into a peaceful sleep, all but one. Legolas tossed and turned but sleep would not come to him, it had not come to him ever since his daughter had died, barely 2 days ago. She did not suffer but Legolas wished for so many things, he wanted to be with his wife, to be with his unborn child, he was not even sure he could cry anymore. He sat up in bed when he saw a vision of what his child was to become if she had lived, a sorcerer of the greatest kind, a power unheard off unless it was by the Valar, she was beautiful but a terrible war would rage on her account, maybe there was something that had happened so that the people of the future would live and not be plagued by war.
He signed and closed his burning eyes; they were burning with tears, tears he could not allow to fall. He wanted to get away, go to war, die if that was meant for him. He stood up and while looking out of the window he made his decision. He knew Nienna was fighting this very moment and he could not let her fight on her own. With a new confident in his stride he walked to his closet, roaming around until he felt his travelling clothes, he pulled them on and took out his bow and quiver full of arrows out of the trunks by the bed.
He burst out the door and broke out into a run; afraid on of the guards might catch him. The figure in the cloak that was waiting by his door looked up when the Prince came rushing by and followed him on soft feet, it was important that the prince did not do anything rash.
Legolas kept close to the walls, just in case. He soon made it to the door outside, opening it he slipped outside not bothering to look back to see the cloaked figure do the same. It was pouring outside but he didn't care and ran towards the stables. He was not even halfway through the courtyard when a comment pieced the silent night. He turned, eyes blazing and twin knives ready in hand. "What do you want, Atar? I am leaving to war and don't try to stop me." He growled towards the figure.
Two hands were lifting the hood back to reveal the wrinkled face of Gandalf. There was no smile or a twinkle in the White Wizard's eyes as he regarded the crown Prince. Legolas was pale with dark circled underneath his eyes, his normally blue eyes were darkened with hatred and anger, towards what was something Gandalf could only guess. The prince's blond hair was pulled back in a loose braid with a few strains hanging loose. "I am not your Atar, young prince; I came to make sure you would not do anything you might regret. It is a bad thing to leave for a war that holds nothing for you, you do not belong there."
That was the wrong thing to say, Legolas trembled with intense anger that soared through him and he clenched his teeth, spitting out the next few words. "How can you say that? Nienna does not belong there but here she is, fighting for a world that is not longer ours. You don't understand, you think that everything is right in the world, but how can it be when your child had just died in your arms."
Gandalf shook his head while he held up his arms in case Legolas should try something. Thranduil had called him here in case something should happen with Legolas and the Older Elf had been right, Legolas could not deal with his grief and longed to be with his wife, which was not surprising but he could not let Legolas go to the war, it was to dangerous and it would mess everything up. So instead he said. "Legolas relax, you cannot go and you will have to pass through me in order to leave. You do not want to do that, now do you, young prince?"
The Prince growled and held up his weapon before he growled. "Try me." Before he ran for Gandalf. He tried to cut the Wizard but even with all his age, Gandalf was still a wizard and it was not long before both of Legolas's knives flew out of his hands, they landed a couple of yards apart from each other. The Elf did not seem to care, instead he went for hand to hand combat but because he was weary and run down with grief, he could not get a punch in. His fists were swinging wildly and it was not hard for Gandalf to step back. The Wizard kept stepping back, not wanting to get hit with one of Legolas's fist.
"Hold still so I can hit you." Legolas growled, putting more force into his punches. Gandalf stopped and answered. "Fine, if it makes you feel better." He held still, waiting for the Prince to either calm down or hit him. The latter happened, it happened so fast, Gandalf did not see it coming, but soon he felt a blinding pain in his jaw and the punch left him staggering on his feet.
Legolas was panting before he muttered, asking in a child like voice. "Gandalf? Are you alright? What have I done, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to…" He was interrupted when the Wizard got to his feet and drew the shaking Elf into his embrace. Legolas tried to keep him composure and not break down in front of Gandalf but the Wizard merely smiled and answered. "It is alright, Legolas, I have known you since you were a little Elfling, do not worry. I know it has been hard for you to lose Moriethel. But you must understand that it had to be done and I know it seems like the worst thing I can say at the moment but she was evil and would bring Middle Earth into a darkness only the likes of Sauron could ever end."
Legolas sniffed before the sobs came. He could not hold back and was soon sobbing loudly into the Wizard's cloak. Gandalf gently patted the Prince on the head, he could understand the younger Elf's need to get away, there were so many things here that reminded him of Moriethel, it would not be long until she was going to be buried, he was not sure if Legolas could deal with that. He continued patting the younger Elf while Legolas cried bittersweet tears over his lost child. "What about the second one? Will she make it? Will I see Nienna again?" Legolas hiccupped.
Gandalf pulled away before answered. "What is this you speak off?" Legolas regarded him with a new emotion on his eyes, hope before he answered. "Nienna is pregnant." Gandalf cursed, not knowing how to answer to this. Legolas took this as a bad sign and he answered. "If they dare to do this, then I will personally kill them."
Gandalf's gaze shot back up to Legolas and the Elf felt himself stiffen before the Wizard boomed. "Prince Legolas Greenleaf, you speak words that never should be spoken, I know of your anger towards the Valar but a mere Elf like you cannot kill them, I know you love your wife but don't even try to do this. You are not meant to be a Dark Elf but you are a Light Elf, as is your wife. You would have lost a child in the end anyway, if Moriethel lived or died."
Legolas shook and regarded Gandalf through tears blurred eyes before he spat. "What do you mean? Explain yourself at once." Gandalf pulled himself together and power radiated from his voice. "I say this because of the fact that your two children would battle one another, one evil, and one good, each meant to be the destruction of the other. You would not want to make that decision on your own. I cannot say for sure if Nienna will come back to you but you will not be without her. You will see her again, in Valinor or here, I promise you that as the Maia that I am." Legolas's eyes widen at the words, he had known somehow but never had Gandalf said it out loud like this. He bowed his head and said, agreeing. "Aye, Gandalf, I will do as you say and stay here, no matter how much of my heart and thoughts are with Nienna."
"Nienna, look out." Aragorn called from behind her before his strong hands helped her up. He checked her over and said in a quick whisper. "Are you alright, mellon?" She nodded before she spun around, sword ready to fend off the next attacker.
She could hear Aragorn give comments out to his people, she bit her lip, she would not lose and if she did, she would die protecting the King of Gondor, for Arwen's sake. Her hand lingered near her belly, feeling the reassuring presence of her child, a new generation which she was fighting for to give them a future.
She swung her sword around, grinning when the blade struck flesh, she pushed and soon she heard the loud thud as the orcs's head fell onto the floor. She heard a piercing scream behind her and felt her ear drums nearly explode, then a rush off wind and everything was silent, there was no a sound to be heard.
She looked around, dazed, trying to find out what happened. A figure knocked her almost to the ground and she caught him, she felt the panting in her ear and then the excited voice of Aragorn said. "We won, I cannot belief it, we won, by sheer luck of the Valar, we won." She hugged him back, feeling his tears fall down on her shoulder.
She blinked when her vision swam slightly, it was a mere second but then it was gone again. Aragorn's next question was worried. "What is the matter?"
"I could see for a second, I do not know how." She answered, shaking slightly. She could feel the battle lust in Aragorn, and there was something else, something not linked to the battle but what did have something to do with it. She could feel her own lust growing, her lust and love for Legolas, things she wanted to have done after this battle was over.
She did not say anything, not trusting her voice. "You feel it as well, do you not?" Aragorn asked. "You feel it in the air, it is this place, it is in us… It is normal for the Elves to give themselves up like you have seen with Legolas, it is so strong, I do not know… no, I will not do anything unless…" He had to stop talking when Nienna kissed him softly on the mouth. She could feel his hands tangle themselves in her hair, he bit down on her lip and she moaned, opening her mouth to allow his tongue to enter.
She smiled when they pulled apart, Aragorn was panting and he softly said. "I cannot imagine a better kiss." She grinned again and pulled him towards her for another one, this time more heated. "Let's go to my tent." She answered, feeling her lust growing. She could feel him smile and he answered. "Oh, aye, my queen. Show me the way."
Both in Gondor and in Eryn Lasgalen, it struck the two Elves at the same time. Arwen could feel it in her mind and body, there was something wrong with Aragorn, she staggered out of the room, collapsing in the hallway, running footfall hurrying towards her was all that she heard before it went dark with the one thought playing through her mind. "Estel, what have you done?"
In Eryn Lasgalen Legolas was not much better, Gandalf caught the Prince when he sank to his knees, searching for something what was ailing him. "Legolas what is happening?" The prince forced his eyes open and he said, in a weak voice. "Nienna, I don't know what she has done, she is sleeping with somebody else, I can feel it in my body, she is so evil, as is Aragorn." That was all the got out of him before he gave in.
What is happening to Aragorn and Nienna? Are they really evil? Send me some ideas, review please.