Chapter Three: Dark Lord
Warning: Confusing words. Maybe OOC of a lot of people. Bad-ass Legolas killing people left right and center. May contain traces of: a lot of blood, Sindarin, irregular updates, idiotic author notes, confusing plot lines. Major spoilers from The Two Towers on-wards.
Reader: I wonder what will happen to Legolas when Sauron finds out what hes been up to. To answer your question, read on.
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The Prince is in pain.
It doesn't understand why his beloved high master is punishing the prince. The prince did nothing wrong. The darkness would know, it has been with the prince since he was a sick little light elf, when high master had dragged him by his bright golden hair to be locked in the cage, where he would change.
It loved the prince, after 50 years of him changing the disgusting light elf to a powerful shadow prince, it grew to care for him, it would die for him if Prince wishes it. It would follow the Prince to all corners of Middle Earth.
Even if it meant defying the high master, the shadows and darkness would follow the prince. It loves him, that's all there is to it. The high master gave it a mind of its own, to be able to think, to be able to attach, to care. Did it ever occur to him that it would eventually defy him. If Prince so wishes it.
High master is displeased. And Prince is the one suffering.
No matter how hard it tried, it could never defy the high master without the prince's consent. Prince cared about high master, at least to a degree, at least to the reasons he has done the things he did. High master's punishments were all severe and known and feared to all. But Prince shouldered it. Prince knew the boundaries, but still he chose to toe it. It made it feel guilty that it couldn't protect the prince better.
Prince never uttered a word when high master worked his curses. He screamed only once, the first time high master brought down his flaming whip. It had once wanted the screams, but now it wished the prince would never be in pain. That way, the screams would never be there.
But prince is in pain now.
The whip came again and again. Prince had already shed his armor and weapons, crimson blood is slowly seeping though the lashes on his back. His black helm is gone, revealing Prince's silver blue eyes.
The shadows love the prince with all its loyalty and existence. But it also hates the prince's still light aspects. It was to the darkness' continue nagging that prince wore the half helm that hid his famous blue eyes, the one part of him that high master could never change. No matter how much they asked and begged and demanded and ordered and punished.
The blue eyes, and that cursed pendent.
Prince had it with him when he was first threw into the throne room, half unconscious and in thick black chains, arrows broken, bow snapped, blue eyes staring resigned up the dark throne to the lord that would cause Arda' destruction.
His once golden hair had been tainted by the evil that constantly resided in Mordor, seeping into his roots and painting them forever black, but the light inside him remained.
The leaf necklace he wore underneath his armor, becoming a soft ink pattern drawn in his flesh to protect it from the blackness that so desperately wanted to destroy it. Oh, how it wanted to destroy it, to shattered it to a million pieces. Only then, would the prince be solely his.
The light is such a pest.
He underestimated the elf.
He could never imagine anyone that could weasel his way around his fire ingrained commands. He should have known news would leak out from those maggot orcs. If he's being honest, he's surprised that the elf had taken this long to take action. Albeit indirectly. It won't be long before he would take up arms with the army the elf belongs.
He finally have the chance in over an age to finally sleep. Curse that human, Isildur, for not destroying that ring he was forced to create by his imprisoned mentor. The Morning Star was the chance he had in a long time to finally sleep.
The valar created the Stars, placed the curse onto two for the benefit of the many. They are selfish beings, answering one's prayers much later than it should have taken. If they had just pulled him out of that damned throne room before Morgoth cast that spell to give him to the darkness forever, Arda would still be a peaceful realm, where every being, even him, could live peacefully.
He looked down to the elf lying in a pool of silvery blood he created with the flaming whip in his hand. He was shaking, from rage or may perhaps something else. He started to care for the elf. The same elf that would cause his destruction, and finally bring him to sleep.
He preferred to call it sleep, than death.
The elf is gasping, taking deep and pained breaths, face pale and beaded with sweat. He was once kneeling, head bowed and not wanting to look up, but now he's struggling to keep eye contact with the master he is forced to serve.
He tilted the elf's chin up, to provide a bit of relief but his cool hands. Sauron is not completely heartless, he is just used to freezing his heart, even up in his dark tower. He had decided long ago that it is better to freeze one's heart than to be exposed to the elements, even the pleasant kind.
"Beg Le'las. beg me to stop," He hasn't used that name since Legolas froze his heart, surrounding it with thorn bushes and poisonous snakes, burying his emotions deep under him. the time where he still wanted praise, no matter who had given it to him.
It was a name the king of Mirkwood had once used to address his son, before Legolas decided to forever bury that painful memory.
The darkness came forth, reluctantly, not wanting to hurt its beloved prince, willing to defy him with just a word from the person it loath and love the most. He told what he wanted it to do, he's giving them a gift, to help its prince.
It seeped into the elf lying in a pool of his blood, pushed and shoved its own being to be the first to reach his heart. Wanting to grab hold of the organ and the source of the light and taint it forever its own shade.
Orcs had been turned this way before, countless times, when the shadows could not restrain itself and tore the light inside the captured body to shreds.
"Beg Legolas, beg," he called again, using the name the elf wanted so badly to have back again.
He stared defiantly up at him, not wanting to beg to a being that has taken him away to a whole new nightmare. But the shadows aren't giving him a choice, it attacked the walls around his heart and light and mind, wanting the high master to make it stop, but also to keep going, to finish claiming what it so loathed.
He doesn't want to lose the only thing he has left of his life before. Sauron can break him, but what he couldn't do was take away his memories. The memories he painstakingly protected behind painful shields to keep them away from the blackness that constantly wanted to snuff it out.
"Please…make it stop..please," he rasped out through clenched teeth, hating himself for how far he has fallen.
To his relief, the darkness relented, and Legolas collapsed in a heap at his greatest enemy's feet. Sauron kneeled down, extended a hand, ignoring the harsh flinch that rippled through the elf, carding his cold hand into Legolas' midnight black hair and whisered.
"Now, for Rohan…"
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
It has been such a long time since he sang that little lullaby. He used to sang it to his son when he woke up screaming at night when the darkness that surrounded their beloved woodland realm would come out of their shells and play and laugh and seek young little fledglings that it could grab for their master. Most elves could never sense it, but the Morning Star can.
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
How long has it been. Since the elf that was just learning to brush his hair turn into the best archer in all of Mirkwood, firing arrows into the skulls of spiders and orcs, laughing and singing and smiling and raging at and for their beloved woodland, father and son both fought tooth and nail to protect each other and the forest they live in until their last breath.
Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when again it's morning, they'll wash away.
The fates are cruel. Why couldn't he control his temper for once that day? Why couldn't Legolas just stop and listen and not reject the startled apology his father had given him. Why is his only child so brave and loyal and thoughtful and ambitious all at once? If he had insisted he stop, if he had insisted Legolas stop and listen to his father... He would still be here, by his side, fighting for their kingdom. He would still be here.
Here it's safe and here it's warm
And here the daisies guard you from every harm
And here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
Comeback...Please Le'las...Please.
A/N: The game is finally starting! This chapter is not really one of my best chapters, but I hate not updating even more. And that is stretching it. Everything I write on here will be of use to the plot in some way or another, so please, bear with me. I revealed a lot of things about Sauron. Don't get me wrong he still wants to kill people and bring an age of darkness to Middle Earth, he still needs to be stopped. I just want there be a better reason for him to do the things he is doing other than I-am-better-than-you-so-KNEEL-before-me.
English is not my first language, since I lived in China for 12 years. I apologize for any mistakes in grammar, punctuation and the tenses category.
Clearing something up: Do I really need to? The poem was Rue's Lullaby from the Hunger Games. I'm just borrowing it for a while, I just thought it is peaceful and really really sad and it contains a lot of things.
Reviews are very welcome.
Why does whenever I write Dark Lord, I instantaneously think of Voldemort? Makes sense since I am writing a Harry Potter fanfiction on him and someone else named Prince and Misfortune. Please take a look and I dare you to guess who that someone else is just by looking at the title.
Updates will be soon be irregular.