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Servant Archer

Legolas was an elven prince of Mirkwood and as a prince it was his responsibility to be prepared to take on the mantle of his father, King Thranduil. Legolas was ready for this path of his. Then he was not so sure if he was worthy enough for it...

Not only did the prince and his companions lost Gollum the creature who once was in possession of the Ring, the foul beast had led them a small group of orcs in their boarder and they were trying to defeat these oppressing foes. His friends and companions were either wounded or dead. It was infuriating and Legolas fought harder to save the rest of his friends, but he was in a losing battle, still he continued to fight until the last orc was slain.

Legolas was only able to save a handful of his comrades, but for him it was not enough and, despite his father telling that he did his best. Legolas vowed he would get rid of that monster with his own hands if he ever crossed paths with it.

Now he must focus on his task. Elrond of Rivendell had sent an invitation to his Council about the fate of Middle-Earth and Legolas was appointed to attend this meeting to represent the elves from Mirkwood.

While Legolas and three other elves were traveling to Rivendell, the young prince felt unease, like something was coming and he wasn't sure whether it was good or evil. All elves had felt something descended upon Middle-Earth not long ago and whatever it was searching. He hoped it would not be an obstacle in their journey.

The elves decided to rest for the night after they finally climbed down the Misty Mountains.

Legolas was readied to sleep like everyone in the group, but he was distracted a faint sound. After trying to tune out the sound for more than an hour, Legolas gave up on getting a decent sleep and marched up toward where the sound was after warning the elf who was guarding their campsite of his little night walk.

The young elf ran across the barren plain for a while before he stopped when the sound became louder and cleared enough for him to understand. The sound was the one of a strange voice that was chanting in the Common Tongue.

Ye first, O silver, O iron.
O stone of the foundation, O Archduke of the Contract.
Hear me in the name of our great teacher, the Archmagus Schweinorg.

Legolas felt the air around him started stirred as if the air was suddenly given life and was acting like a predatory beast.

Let the descending winds be as a wall.
Let the gates in all directions be shut, rising above the crown, and let the three-forked roads to the Kingdom revolve.

The wing roared around the elf as something akin to summoning circle of sort appeared under his feet.

Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut. Shut.
Five perfections for each repetition.
And now, let the filled sigils be annihilated in my stead!
Set.

Legolas cursed in elvish as he felt a sharp pain on his hand and he clutched it with his other hand, trying to dull the pain while trying to understand what was exactly happening right now as bright red light was emanating from the runes and symbols.

Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade.
If thou submitteth to the call of the Holy Grail, and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond.

Legolas started chanting some elvish protecting words, hoping it would contradict with whatever sort of spell was at worked at this instance.

I make my oath here.
I am that person who is become the virtue of all Heaven.
I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades.
Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words,
come past thy restraining rings, and be thou the hands that protect the balance!

A bright flash erupted from the circle and then nothing. Legolas looked around for a moment and thought his words were able to stop the power of the symbols. The elf waited for around another minute to see if something was amiss before he left his spot and in time too, because the moment he left the ground where the circle was a moment ago, something crashed into it, causing dust to fly everywhere.

Legolas quickly pulled out his bow and notched his arrow, readied to fight whatever being that was going to come out of the dust, but he was only greeted by a rough voice that said, 'Goddamned it, I really prefer .PH's summoning system over the old fashion one! All the Masters are so incompetent and like Rin, they all summon me in Crash Mode!'

The elven prince was not sure whether to be weary or amuse of whoever's amusing and coloring speech, as the person stood up and dust off the rubbles over his clothes. Legolas took this opportunity to study this stranger who wore some sort of red coat and black leather vest with matching pants that looked like hard armours and metallic shoes. He also had tanned skin that reminded Legolas of the Harad people's skin, but a bit darker.

'So are you the one who summon me?' the red clad man asked rudely as he crossed his arms over his chest. 'If so, then Servant Archer at your service, Contract completed. So on, so on.'

Legolas had not the slightest idea why this man grated his nerves immensely and it was no easy task to make an elf get angry so easily, because elves were the most patient beings on Middle-Earth since they could live for eternity and had time for it. Still, the elf prince was sure that if this man made one wrong step he would not hesitated to shoot him.

'Contract?' Legolas repeated when he had calmed himself and was thinking back on what the man said.

The Servant looked readied to throw his hands in the air as he said in cynical tone, 'Great another GENIUS to look after. What did I do to deserve this UNSPEAKABLE PLEASURE?'

Legolas was slowly counting from ten to one in his mind, trying to will himself to not react harshly and be polite, despite being in the presence of the most non-sophisticated and rude from head to toe man. Legolas had met people that were rude and unkind, but this man definitely stood on top of all of them! Who started cursing and then presented himself like a spoil prince who hated doing etiquette in front of a stranger, not to mention this stranger was a prince?!

Then the red clad man, in a bored tone, explained to the prince. 'You are chosen as a Master to participate in a war where the winner can obtain the powerful artefact known as the Holy Grail that has the ability granted a wish, any kind of desire you want and it will happen. Though in order to win and obtain it, you must face and defeat the other six Masters who also want the Grail. This is a war of life and death, so unless you win, you should prepare to die.'

'And if I don't wish to be a participant of this nonsense war or die?' Legolas asked cautiously, not know what his question would make the stranger react.

'Easy, you just let me cut off your hand with the Command Seals,' the man in red replied rather too cheerfully as he pointed at one of the elven prince hands.

Legolas looked down at where the man pointed and saw red sigils over his left hand. The sigils were placed in triangularly; the sigils had the shape of a leaf that reminded the elf of the ones from the Golden Woods of Lothlórien.

Seeing that he cared for his beloved hand greatly and he was not someone who liked the idea of being unable to use his bow, he would rather keep his hand. Legoals looked up and replied in a strained voice, 'Legolas son of Thranduil and Prince of Mirkwood. Well met...'

The red man raised an eyebrow before he replied in his same cynical tone, 'Servant of the Archer Class, Archer at your service.'

Legolas simply nodded, telling Archer to follow, before turned around and headed back to his camp. Then Archer muttered softly that was almost impossible to hear, for a man that was, but the elf caught everything he said. 'At least he didn't react like Rin and use a Command Seal to make me obey to everything he said.'

The elf kept this little piece of information in the back of his mind, knowing that it would quite useful when he needed it, especially when he decided to teach Archer, some form of etiquette and politeness.

Probably the worse thing in the world this chapter, but at least I write something down. I hope I come up with new characters later.

Hope you have enjoy, if not then I am very sorry.