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Chapter 4
Legolas stood there, staring at Sauron for a minute. He couldn't believe that he was so close to escape, and yet, right in front of him was the largest obstacle he had to face.
"Did you expect me to just let you go? Really, Legolas, I expected more from you. Though I do have to admit, I'm impressed that you managed to take out so many of my Orcs. Quite impressive for someone who has never been formally trained. And once I get you pregnant, our son will have the same amount of potential that you have, combined with my greatness. It will be a day to celebrate!" Sauron laughed, reaching a hand towards Legolas, "Come, lets go back to the rooms. I'll even go light on your punishment. A few strokes with the whip, that's all. Come with me." Sauron touched Legolas' face, tracing his cheek. Legolas jerked back.
"You are insane. I will never go back with you. Not willingly, I will fight you to my death. I won't carry your child!" He held the knives in front of him, getting into a fighter's position. Sauron just laughed at him.
"My, such fire you have. Such wild, untamed fire. I will be thrilled to tame it. For you are not leaving here tonight or ever. You are mine!" The Dark Lord launched himself forward, only to be stopped by a quick slash of knives by his face.
"I am not yours, nor will I ever be!" Legolas jumped back a few feet, watching as Sauron pulled his own sword from the holster on his hip. The blade glowned a bright red before returning to it's silver color. Sauron ran a hand over it before resting it on it's tip.
"Do you know what this is?" Came the unexpected question.
"Um, a sword." Legolas figured that sarcasm probably wouldn't help, but since he wasn't going to leave without a fight and there was a true sense that he might die, that he had better make the best of his time here.
"Impudent child. This sword, as you so adequetly put it, was made from the fires of Mount Doom. It and all of it's properties were formed there. It is unbreakable. And do you know what makes it hungry? Blood." With that, Sauron ran his hand over the tip, cutting and spilling his own blood over the blade. Legolas watched in horror as it flared blood red and images of it's past victims were shown over the unmarred surface of the silver. He knew that against that, the blades in his hands would do nothing. He needed another plan. And he had just the one.
"What if I agree to carry your child. If I agree to stay here, never fighting you, never leaving you? What would happen to the rest of Mirkwood, the rest of the elves?" Sauron looked over in surprise at that.
"They would have to follow us. They would have no other choice. With our heir, we would be the strongest! Is that not your greatest wish?" He stepped forward, keeping the sword down. Legolas slowly pointed his knives to the ground also.
"I want to live in peace. I want my people to be happy. I don't want to be their only hope. That is what I wish for." By now there was less than a foot apart from them. If one of them truly wished it, they could kill the other. Legolas looked up at Sauron.
"I want to love you. Without need to worry. Without the thought that I'm loving the person who could kill us all. It frightens me to think that the one person I could love, that I do love, could do something like murdering another. As much as I want you, I won't be a part of that." Legolas stood on his toes and kissed Sauron gently. He pulled away, watching as Sauron kept his eyes closed, a look of longing on his face. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do.
"Please forgive me love." Sauron's eyes flew open at that, but Legolas had already stabbed him through the stomach. Sauron's eyes went wide, blood dripping out of his mouth. He looked down at the knife, then back at Legolas before falling to the ground.
Legolas watched him fall, tears coming to his eyes. His had tried so hard to convince himself he couldn't love Sauron, that is wasn't right. And none of it mattered. He did love Sauron. With all of his heart. But he couldn't let all of the elves suffer because of him. It wasn't right.
The life faded from Sauron's eyes, but a dark cloud rose above the body. Legolas followed it with his eyes, making no move. The cloud formed a face directly above his head.
"Foolish Elf, you thought that I could just die. You knew you couldn't kill me. Now all you have done is make you my first target. Understand this, Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, you can do anything you wish to try and stop me, but I will stop you first. You can't defeat me. And I can not, nay, I won't be killed!" The cloud that was Sauron flew away from Legolas, leaving a stream of limp, dead flowers and weeds in it's path.
Legolas just stood there for a second. He had forgotten that Sauron was immortal. Forgotten that he couldn't kill him yet. He looked up at the sounds of rushing footsteps and turned the leave through the secret tunnel. He entered it, then turned around. His father was standing there, watching him. Thranduil nodded at him, and extended a box towards him. Legolas came forward and took the box.
"Use it well. It's been in the family for generations." Legolas nodded, looking at Thranduil, "I'm proud of you. We will fight him until you return for us." Legolas clasped his father's shoulder, smiling at him. Thranduil pulled him into a hug, something he hadn't done in years.
"I'll come back for you. I'll kill him. I swear it Ada. He will die at my hands if it is the last thing I do." Legolas pulled back, wiping the tears from his eyes. Thranduil nodded.
"Go to Elrond. Tell him everything. He will train you and prepare you to fight Sauron. And Legolas," Legolas looked up at him, "He will tell you why you are so important to Sauron. Why Sauron wants you. But do not ask him until your training has been completed. Do you understand?" Thranduil shook Legolas sharply. Legolas nodded.
"I will obey your commands father. I'll ask him when my training is completed. I will not fail." Legolas opened the box in his hands, pulling out the bow and quiver, then the twin knives. He tilted his head to the side to read the inscription on the knives.
Fight Hard, Fight Well. If you find yourself doubting yourself, look no further than your own power. For to be strong, you must survive. And to survive, you must believe.
"Quickly now, you must leave. You know the path. Ask the dwarves in Moria for help. Promise them all of our gold if you have to. Do not do this by yourself. You need all the allies you can get. Go, now!" Thranduil pushed Legols towards the entrance once more. Legolas turned around and hugged Thranduil one more time.
"I love you." Both whispered at the same time before Legolas turned and ran into the tunnel, into the unknown.
"Valar, please protect my son."
"Valar, please protect my people."
And prayers seemed to acknowledge them, but the Valar only interupt when it concerns themselves.
A warm thank you to all of my reviewers and everyone that put me on their alert list. Sorry this took so long, but I'll update a quick as I can again. Have a safe and happy new year to all of you. Hey, I should make it my new years resolution to update more!
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