Here we go with chapter two of See No Evil. I hope you will enjoy reading the story so far, though I know some parts will get a little far fetched. In this chapter I will explain what happened on that day and how all of this came to be. It may be a little confusing at first, but it will be very important to the story line of this fan fiction. I hope you all enjoy it!

Also, I'm not nearly as good as weepingangel9578 in this story, but I hope that this story will be good either way. It's a very interesting story to write at least. And I definitely recommend that you go check out her story if you haven't already.

Also, the three elves in the story are named after other elves found in Tolkien's works. They are not the original elves, so please don't get them confused. They are simply named after them because 1: I lack creativity and knowledge in the elvish language to create my own and 2: because I thought the stories behind them were interesting and could fit well in this story as well.

This story is based off of Speak No Evil, though the author is not affiliated with it in any way. This is just a story written as a companion in the same idea, so I hope you enjoy anyway. In a way it's a companion story, but obviously if you have read both, they are not written very similar at all.

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Legolas twitched a little in his sleep, and the man at his side couldn't help but glance down at him again. The elf's back was turned to the door, so that no one would see the look of horror etched across his features. He was silent, and did not moan or scream. He had long gotten used to enduring the nightmares that dwelt in his sleeping and waking thoughts, even through the elves' strange way of sleeping in a realm of more memories than dreams. His eyes had been open earlier, but now they were screwed shut. In fact, unless someone walked over and saw the elf's face, besides the periodic shudders and twitches, no one could tell that he wasn't sleeping soundly.

Aragorn subconsciously reached down and laid his hand on the sleeping elf's shoulder. He was sure the elf hadn't even registered the touch. It was too quick and gentle, and he was too deeply trapped within his nightmares. Aragorn sighed. It was in the middle of the night, and the moon was full. It was beautiful, blazing brightly overhead. But the elf could not see the comforting light, nor would he be able to register its beauty. It was all darkness for him.

Legolas' dream now was a familiar one, a memory that he would never forget. The conversation earlier at the table had brought the thought to his mind, for it had happened not long after the dwarves had left to return to their homes. Now, the memories haunted him again with vivid detail.

"Come," Legolas cried over his shoulder. "We should go. I do not want to be in this place longer than I have to. The woods are dangerous at night."

The Prince of Greenwood was a very handsome elf, whose father was Sindarin and whose mother was Silvan. The two lines rarely crossed, and seeing a creature from both was rare. Still, he more resembled his father, who was taller, fairer of skin, and more regal than the generally darker haired Silvan elves that lived in these forests. His mother though had been a very pretty elf, and sturdy in body. The resulting child was both strong, cunning, agile, and full of courage. One day he would take over for his father and rule these lands that men now called Mirkwood. For now though, he was simply a guard, and he commanded all those under him. The wood elves looked up to him, for he was both fair and kind of heart.

Today he had led a small group of soldiers into the dangerous trees. It was no wonder he was eager to return to the safety of the city. Orcs ran unchecked throughout these lands and a breed of giant spider continued to make nests and attack travelers and residents alike. Still, Legolas was not one to overlook his duty to his father, so here he was.

The Prince paused on a large boulder, overlooking the trees. He frowned to himself as not a single creature stirred. He remembered when these trees had used to be beautiful and full of light, though only barely from his childhood. They had been called Greenwood then by all. But then a shadow had fallen over it, and the trees had grown more and more dangerous. Now the men they traded with called it Mirkwood.

Even the dwarves which his people were not overly friendly with to say the least, had referred to the trees as Mirkwood, and the people dangerous. He assumed that this was the case though, because the dangers within their borders had made them become so. Those dwarves that had traveled to Erebor, though their numbers were much smaller now, had also spoke of the perils within the trees. For the first time it had truly bothered the elven Prince. Now he seemed to have realized just how much his home had changed. And it made him nervous.

"What shadow stalks these woods?" he asked himself quietly aloud.

"Greenleaf," a voice called from behind him. "What are we looking for anyway so deep in the woods?"

Legolas turned at the translation of his name into the common tongue. The elf had dark black hair and green eyes, and he was named Angrod after the lord of the Noldor, though he bore no resemblance to the high elf. Behind him also were two others, Oropher, after the elf that was Legolas' grandfather whom he had never met, for he had been slain in the battle to destroy Sauron, and Saeros, a rather unfortunate elf to be named after, though the young elf also did not resemble the elf he had been named after. Perhaps his mother had wanted to bring a good respect to the name at last. And why the other was named Oropher was confusing to Legolas as well, though perhaps his mother had wanted to have a son as great as him. Either way, Legolas knew the three of them like they were brothers, though he was definitely not related to the tree Silvan elves. Oropher had dark red hair and green eyes, and Saeros had dark brown hair and green eyes.

Legolas' eyes on the other hand were a silver blue color, very distinctive among the ranks of the elves he served over. He looked over the three elves a moment, seeming to be lost in his thoughts. Then however he sighed and looked forward again.

"Gandalf told a disturbing tale," he said. "of darkness gathering nearby. He said that Dol Guldur is now infested with orcs, and a dark power gathers there. The King thinks that if this is true, there is a chance that we can discover the truth in this, and put a stop to it once we have an idea of the power we will need."

"Are there truly orcs there?" Saeros asked. "It seems unlikely that we would have overlooked them so long."

"Either way," Oropher said. "we should follow our orders and return. The trees at night are so full of darkness..."

Legolas nodded, more to himself than the others. Then he adjusted the sling of arrows over his shoulder so that the strap wouldn't cut into his shoulder as badly. The bow was in his hand, ready to be strung at a moments notice. The Prince set out again, walking carefully forward, and the three smaller Silvan elves followed dutifully.

They knew the paths well through the trees that led to the abandoned fortress. They had been traveling along it many times, and found nothing. Besides, not many orcs would be in that place if any were left after the Battle of the Five Armies. They were not afraid of what they would find there. Not at first at least.

But as they traveled on further they began to grow more and more uneasy. The air seemed to be growing thicker and fouler here. Even the spiders that normally watched from the trees seemed silent, if they were here at all. It seemed that they had gone away running, terrified of something worse that now stalked the trees. The elves nearly turned back, but Legolas felt duty bound to go searching for the answers his father wanted, and the others would not abandon their Prince. So reluctantly, the four elves traveled onward.

They had not gotten far however, when finally one of their number could not stand the oppressive air any longer. Oropher suddenly froze in his tracks, trembling visibly under the weight of the darkness here. Angrod and Saeros called for the Prince to wait, and he turned, surprised, to the younger elf. He had never seen him falter at any task before, and returned to his side.

"I cannot go further," Oropher gasped. "I will not."

"We can't stop here," Legolas said as soothingly as he could. "We can't wait here. We're nearly there. You can stand it a little longer."

"The trees are watching me as never before," the petrified elf cried. "I cannot go on!"

"Quiet," Angrod suddenly hissed, making all of the others fall silent. "I hear a horse coming."

The others listened for the sound as well, and were surprised to hear the heavy fall of a horse's hooves as it ran, because the people of Greenwood kept few horses, and knew not to run them so hard over the ground for fear of the many hidden dangers of the forest floor snapping one of the delicate legs. They paused a moment, full of indecision. Should they wait to see who it was? Certainly no elf had a horse with such a heavy foot fall. At last though, Legolas decided, snapping his fingers.

"Into the trees," he said.

Instantly the elves heeded him, leaping up and nimbly climbing the trees. The four elves disappeared from view like only an elf raised in the forest could. Among the leaves Legolas waited, noticing that he had been right suspecting that the spiders had gone. Their webs were torn like they had left in a great haste. He turned his eyes down to the ground again.

A rider on a black horse, completely hooded by a black cloak, came thundering past suddenly, as if his master's whip were cracking loudly behind his head. The poor horse was foaming at the mouth and plunging wildly ahead as if it feared the rider holding the reigns behind it. The rider was completely oblivious to the horse's fear or fatigue, facing ahead and riding with all speed that his mount could allow him.

Fear gripped at Legolas, a fear unlike any he had known before, a complete and irrational fear of finding himself faced by a creature like this. It petrified him in the tree. He did not move or make a sound. He saw Angrod drop to the ground nervously, motioning for the others to follow. But Legolas could not bring himself to let go of the tree, and instead wedged himself further inside the branches. Saeros joined Angrod on the ground, looking as wildly around as the horse had earlier. But Oropher was still frozen in a fear in his perch as well, and since Legolas had been closest to the strange rider, his taint seemed to make his body freeze in fear like never before.

"Legolas," Angrod called softly, his voice choked a little with fear. "Oropher! Come down! Let's leave now!"

Legolas heard the wisdom in the words, and willed his body to move. But the fear had overridden the elf's rational mind and his body would not respond to the summons. The two elves on the ground looked up to their Prince in horror, because they had never once seem him so terrified and unable to move. They called to him more, growing more and more nervous as the seconds passed, but he would not even look at them. Angrod had just made up his mind to go up after him, when an unearthly noise froze them again and made them look towards Dol Guldur.

It was a shriek, like that of a wounded beast, but high in pitch and slightly human sounding. The shriek of the creature sent shivers of ice down their spines, and they knew what they were looking at though they had never seen one before. A creature needing to wear a black cloak to give form to its nothingness, needed to ride a horse that would hardly stand its touch now, and carrying a large and deadly sword at its side that could create more creatures like itself. A Wraith. And a very powerful one at that.

Turning their eyes to the scene they could see nine of them, all handing the reigns of their terrified horses to orcs that were standing nearby. The nine of them fell into a triangular formation, with the largest and most formidable one in the front. They walked forward a couple feet and then stopped, seeming to wait for something. The elves could see all that was happening from where they were, and none of them dared to move for fear of what they would discover.

A hissing voice seemed to spawn out of the air to speak to the nine, a voice that made the horses scream and try to bolt. It was ancient and evil, and the elves knew that it was talking in Black Speech even though they had never heard the language used before. The voice itself seemed to crackle like fire, and only the nine very attentive wraiths seemed to have any clue what the voice was saying, let alone not be petrified by the sound of it.

Legolas knew now that there was something far more sinister than a simple necromancer up in Dol Guldur, and he found himself very afraid. They should not be here. They needed to leave. If they did not, then who knew what horrors waited for them here? But still he was frozen, and he could not bring himself to move. He couldn't be blamed of course. He had no idea that he was seeing not only the nine terrible Ring Wraiths, but also their Lord and Master, a very weak form of Sauron.

Weak he may have been, but not so weak as to not have control of his Ring Wraiths. He had finally gained that much power at least. But his power was still weak and he did not have complete control of it. He began murmuring the words of a spell, casting it over his Ring Wraiths. Not many had a guess what it was for, but it was thought that it was to restore some of the powers of the nine over the other Wraiths in his army. Either way, the spell did not go as planned.

Instead of going just into the nine, it expanded upon all of the creatures in that area, including the four elves. The orcs and horses screamed first, in terror and pain. Sauron realized his mistake and began to correct it. But the damage had been done.

Orcs at least were creatures of darkness, and could recover from the attack. The elves on the other hand were creatures of the light, and so they did not have that luck.

Legolas knew pain first. It rocketed through his body and through his skull. It felt like his mind was being ripped apart from the inside out. The darkness burned through his veins and stole his breath, infecting every single cell in his body. He didn't scream, but the others did. Oropher fell from the tree, and Angrod and Saeros fell to the ground. They writhed in agony and screamed, and their pure voices filled with such pain and terror seemed to awaken the sleeping woods into a panic. Trees that had slept for many years awakened and began to speak to one another nervously. Hiding animals burst from the underbrush and ran as fast as they could away.

Legolas thankfully did not fall from the tree. He had wedged himself in tight enough that he had gotten himself stuck, even when he writhed in agony. He remained silent, fighting the impulse for fear of being found. He looked down at the three elves below him as the foul voice began to speak again and the Wraiths closed in underneath him upon the elves.

The he knew darkness. Even more terrifying than the pain, everything fell dark, except for the creatures of darkness around him. They blazed in his mind brightly, while everything else was black. To see the forms of the Wraiths was terrifying, and he found himself more scared than before. He saw the dim light from the elves on the ground as well, because they too were becoming like wraiths. The orcs he could see dimly as well, but when he turned his head something else in the ruins caught his attention. He saw a great eye, wreathed in flame, and lidless. Legolas could take no more of the terror, and his body gave him over to unconsciousness and whatever fate awaited him.

Aragorn looked down at the elf again and was surprised to see tears rolling down his face. But he did not wake the elf. Though the nightmares that plagued him were horrible, getting him to actually go to sleep was rare, and the poor elf needed rest. He wasn't dead yet.

There wasn't much more to the story. Whether the new amount of wraiths had confused Sauron to their actual number or he thought Legolas dying wasn't clear. But when Legolas woke up next his world was completely dark and there was no sign of the evil that he had seen before. Hours later several of his kin had found him and taken the absolutely terrified elf back to his father, realizing that he couldn't see. They learned the situation and many grew terrified of the Prince, who was now somewhere between the wraith world and their own.

Legolas soon learned that Oropher and Saeros had gone missing, and there was no sign of them. Angrod had somehow alluded capture by the Wraiths, to wander back to Legolas' father and die from the darkness circling within his heart. Legolas seemed like he would soon follow him, because an elf losing their light was a sometimes slow and painful death. But the elf Prince seemed determined to survive, and he had. But his existence remained a curse.

The only thing he could truly see now was anything evil. The darkness that surrounded these creatures became clear to Legolas. He could learn to fight without his eyes after years of training. His ears could become good and he could learn to walk in a way as to not fall. But he could not learn joy again. The only smile that was ever plastered onto his face seemed fake and unreal. He was hardly ever truly happy, and then only for a moment. His silver blue eyes were now gray blue, and they were duller. Legolas wished deeply though to just be blind, and to see no evil. But he couldn't stop that now.

Elrond hadn't wanted Legolas to join this quest, but Thranduil had begged it of him. He was fully prepared to die, to fade away from losing both his wife and son, and leave his people without an heir. Legolas knew that his people were very disturbed at the thought. But there was little they could do now unless there was a miracle that let him return to the way he had been before. Elrond had at last relented though on the condition that Legolas use his curse to help the fellowship in any way that he could, though he wasn't sure how much help he would be with it. He could fight at least though, and he was willing to defend Frodo on his journey. Though soon he would have to tell them the creature they would be working with.

Aragorn squeezed the elf's shoulder slightly as reassuringly as he could. He knew it would be hard on the elf, and he didn't expect that the fellowship would be too keen on the idea. But they would just have to deal with it and learn to fight with the creature that Legolas was. At this point they didn't have much of a choice, and they needed all of the help that they could get.

A few things I should explain. Of course there are still people who care for Legolas because they know what he was like before and they don't want to lose him. Also, Sauron's powers at this point were presumably pretty weak, so he couldn't quite control his powers. As to what the spell was that he used that changed the elves into wraiths was, again no one is sure. It was possibly a spell to give the wraiths some powers back because they are probably connected very closely to him and need his power for their power. Only Legolas' strength of will kept him from dying of the darkness or becoming a wraith. This idea of the light within the elves was taken from the movies when Arwen was dying because of the darkness coming from Mordor.

Legolas sees a light from the dead things, like Frodo saw when he put on the Ring and could see the Nine Ring Wraiths. Anything full of light seems dark to Legolas' eyes, and if there is enough light he can see a dark silhouette of the thing he's looking at, darker than the rest of the blackness around him. Everything's sort of flipped.

Anyway, tell me below if you think this makes any sense. Thanks and I hope you guys have enjoyed the story so far.