I actually posted this story a while back, with hopes and intentions of finishing it. I soon caught a horrible case of writer's block, and decided there was no way I could possibly finish the story and still do it justice. Well, I'm back now, with tons of inspiration. I hope those who read this story before, will read it again, and still enjoy it. I have gone back through all of the chapters I have written and proof-read them. There are now more spaces between paragraphs and all errors I have seen have been corrected.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, places and/or titles related to Professor J. R. R. Tolkien. Though Serminol, Lirnowen and other unrecognizable characters, along with the plot are completely based on stories sprung form my imagination. Do not sue me o_O. Enjoy.
Prologue
The war for Middle-Earth was over; he knew this, yet there was still an evil that lurked in the shadows and dark places of his realm. He walked through the darkening, dense woods he called his home. "Mirkwood" he whispered aloud. It had been some time since he had silently strolled through these massive trees.
He was nearing his kingdom, on the North-western border to be exact. He could see the great gate held between two giant trees in the distance, through a gap in the wood. He smiled inwardly at the feeling of seeing his father, family and friends again. He saw four elven guards standing proudly and expressionless at the gate as he drifted closer on Arod, the horse he had become so familiar with. Someone must have seen him approaching, because a horn was blown. The beautiful depth of the golden trumpet rang clear and resonated off the trees. It hit the homecomer's ears and he was instantly home again in his mind. The elven guards moved away from the middle of the gate at the same time and turned to face each other in synch. The homecomer walked towards the now opening gate and looked at each of the guards. Even though he knew he was of royal blood, he did not want to be treated like as such. Nor did he act remotely like the prince he was. With one swift, fluid motion, he leapt from Arod, siliently onto the moss-covered floor. He siliently walked towards the guards, leading the horse behind him.
"At ease," he told them. They didn't move for a moment, as if his words meant nothing; they kept their blank stares. Then as if a calming breeze struck them, they let out their held in breaths, giving a smirk towards the royal's way. "Welcome home," they all said while patting him on the back. He said his hello's to each of them and made his way to the heart of his kingdom. The doors of the gate were barely behind him before he heard the screams of an elven maidens.
It came from the north end. Near the garden. He ran, as did three guards that came out of no where to his right. They didn't even enter the garden before they saw five massive wargs being fought off by fifteen or more Mirkwood soldiers.
The prince, with lightening speed, reached back for the bow he always carried and started to release an array of arrows. More wargs were coming out of the woods. Now some had orcs on their backs. More elven soldiers poured out of the palace to the South-eastern side. The prince moved farther into the garden where more screams could be heard. Several wargs were encircling two elvens girls. They were not even of age yet. Eight elven guards were firing arrows and bringing down swords in a mad fury all around him. The two elves to his right were suddenly pounced on by wargs. The screams coming from their immortal mouths were horrid as they were eaten alive. The prince, along with the rest of the soldiers, fired arrows into the wargs devouring their kin. The beasts fell over, dead upon the two guards. The beasts were a distraction from the girls. He had forgotten and he cursed himself as he moved to look around.
It was too late. The girls were already being devoured. He turned in disgust and suddenly heard screaming coming from the palace. "To the palace!" he yelled to the remaining guards. They ran with all the speed held within them, shooting wargs left and right. Elven people were scattered and running with terrorfied faces. They did not look like the noble elves told in stories and viewed by mortals. They resembled frightened mice in a cage with no way out.
The prince and his guards burst into the palace entrance to find orcs scouting the halls. He drew his bow and took down four orcs that headed up the stairs.
"YRCH!" several elves screamed, towards the entrance. Instantly Legolas was reminded of his family in the northern wing. He left the guards to take care of the orcs that remained in the main hall. He was a mere blur as he raced down the hallways, occasionally shooting off an arrow at the orcs pouring into every entrance. "They just keep coming," he said with a sense of bafflement in his voice. He burst into the throne room to find his father and brother, with several guards, fighting off orcs. He joined them, unsheathing the long knives that were strapped to his back. He took off the head of an orc to the left of him. Then to the right. He swung around just in time to slice through the flesh of a goblin marksman who was about to shoot an arrow into his back. Soon they had the room cleared of the orcs.
They all breathed a silent sigh of relief. The prince's father walked over to him; "Welcome home Legolas." There then was a cry just outside the throne room, and a swarm of orcs broke in through the windows and doors. "Welcome home indeed," Legolas said as he returned to chopping at the foul flesh. There was a short break in the flow of orcs sent his way and he laid his eyes upon his younger brother, Seriminol. He was firing arrows with the bow that was given to him by Legolas. Seriminol looked up to see Legolas and smirked as he took out the orcs one after another.
The next moments happened in slow motion. Legolas was returning the smirk when a warg leapt through the window. The window in which his brother stood in front of.
"WATCH OUT!"
Legolas yelled, but he could only watch in horror as the beast jumped upon his brother's back. It sunk it's claws into Seriminol's back as he gasped loudly and fell to the floor. Legolas stood in shock and his father turned around from the place that he was fighting. He saw an orc notch an arrow and raise it to where it was directly pointed at the now disembodied Legolas. The king ran in front of his son, taking the arrow in the side of his chest. Guards flooded into the room and Legolas sank to the floor with his father. The king looked up with eyes that were slowly glazing over. All Legolas could do was stare in disbelief into his dying father's eyes.
"We will meet again someday..." he trailed off as he clutched his son's tunic at the shoulder.
"No! You can not leave, this isn't suppose to happen! Mother died like this but you can not die! Not now!"
He shook the king in his arms now, with fright and defeat. A tear slid down his pale cheek as he whispered, "please do not go where I can not follow..." "You are king now. You must go and defend what is left of our kingdom," the iron taste of blood rose up in Thranduil's mouth, "cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'." he said as his eyes glazed over with a haunting vacancy. A wave of nausea hit Legolas like a ton of bricks. He moved away from his father and vomited. He looked up at the battle scene being played out before him. More orcs were still rushing in, more elves came to counter them. What happened to him now could not be explained really, except he merely snapped.
Something short-circuited in his brain as he viewed his father's and brother's red blood mixing freely with with the black, cold blood of the orcs. He saw an open window and ran. He jumped out of that window and ran into the darkness of the trees. The screaming of elf maidens, sounds of arrows whizzing through the air, metal slamming on metal and the stench of death was soon far behind him. He had run so far and when he came to an opening of a cave in the middle of a glade, he collapsed to the ground in a fury of sobs.
He sat there for days on end, crying and staring off into space with eyes that were lost. Before all these battles he had experienced, you could see right into his soul with those powerful midnight blue eyes he had. But now he closed the window to his soul. He barred it up. He never really came to his senses after days of just sitting, lost in a hell but he got up to move. He started to walk back through the way he had ran days before. He got about ten feet and then, just stopped. He lifted his solemn gaze to the path in front of him. He thought about going back to the palace. How foolish he was to just take off like that. 'I am an elf,' he told himself, 'I have more courage than this.' But the courage was gone, he know realized this and the tears flowed freely again. Whatever remaining courage and strength he had left faded away at that very moment. His mind flashed back to images of death. The death of innocent lived he had seen in the battles he fought in. He beat the earth with his fists and tore out chunks of grass. He sat there in his own hell once more, contemplating on what he should do. Go back to the palace and see if there were any survivors? But he never left that area of the Mirkwood forest. There were survivors, but they never saw him again. Search parties were sent out to every area of the forest. "He has disappeared," the guards and townsfolk would say. Apparently no one had seen him run off, out of that window. All the guards were too busy fighting. All the townsfolk were too busy screaming. He was almost forgotten in the trip the elves took to the sea. The one he was not there to embark on. His dear dwarf friend sailed without him. In tears he left. He had searched the forest himself for days. Yelling out his name with his gruff voice in hopes of a response. "He has to respond! I'm his best friend, he's always called back to MY voice!" the dwarf would say. But there never was a response. And with a huff and a lot of tears, the dwarf was gone. Along with the rest of Legolas' kin. He was left alone.
.For the time being.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, places and/or titles related to Professor J. R. R. Tolkien. Though Serminol, Lirnowen and other unrecognizable characters, along with the plot are completely based on stories sprung form my imagination. Do not sue me o_O. Enjoy.
Prologue
The war for Middle-Earth was over; he knew this, yet there was still an evil that lurked in the shadows and dark places of his realm. He walked through the darkening, dense woods he called his home. "Mirkwood" he whispered aloud. It had been some time since he had silently strolled through these massive trees.
He was nearing his kingdom, on the North-western border to be exact. He could see the great gate held between two giant trees in the distance, through a gap in the wood. He smiled inwardly at the feeling of seeing his father, family and friends again. He saw four elven guards standing proudly and expressionless at the gate as he drifted closer on Arod, the horse he had become so familiar with. Someone must have seen him approaching, because a horn was blown. The beautiful depth of the golden trumpet rang clear and resonated off the trees. It hit the homecomer's ears and he was instantly home again in his mind. The elven guards moved away from the middle of the gate at the same time and turned to face each other in synch. The homecomer walked towards the now opening gate and looked at each of the guards. Even though he knew he was of royal blood, he did not want to be treated like as such. Nor did he act remotely like the prince he was. With one swift, fluid motion, he leapt from Arod, siliently onto the moss-covered floor. He siliently walked towards the guards, leading the horse behind him.
"At ease," he told them. They didn't move for a moment, as if his words meant nothing; they kept their blank stares. Then as if a calming breeze struck them, they let out their held in breaths, giving a smirk towards the royal's way. "Welcome home," they all said while patting him on the back. He said his hello's to each of them and made his way to the heart of his kingdom. The doors of the gate were barely behind him before he heard the screams of an elven maidens.
It came from the north end. Near the garden. He ran, as did three guards that came out of no where to his right. They didn't even enter the garden before they saw five massive wargs being fought off by fifteen or more Mirkwood soldiers.
The prince, with lightening speed, reached back for the bow he always carried and started to release an array of arrows. More wargs were coming out of the woods. Now some had orcs on their backs. More elven soldiers poured out of the palace to the South-eastern side. The prince moved farther into the garden where more screams could be heard. Several wargs were encircling two elvens girls. They were not even of age yet. Eight elven guards were firing arrows and bringing down swords in a mad fury all around him. The two elves to his right were suddenly pounced on by wargs. The screams coming from their immortal mouths were horrid as they were eaten alive. The prince, along with the rest of the soldiers, fired arrows into the wargs devouring their kin. The beasts fell over, dead upon the two guards. The beasts were a distraction from the girls. He had forgotten and he cursed himself as he moved to look around.
It was too late. The girls were already being devoured. He turned in disgust and suddenly heard screaming coming from the palace. "To the palace!" he yelled to the remaining guards. They ran with all the speed held within them, shooting wargs left and right. Elven people were scattered and running with terrorfied faces. They did not look like the noble elves told in stories and viewed by mortals. They resembled frightened mice in a cage with no way out.
The prince and his guards burst into the palace entrance to find orcs scouting the halls. He drew his bow and took down four orcs that headed up the stairs.
"YRCH!" several elves screamed, towards the entrance. Instantly Legolas was reminded of his family in the northern wing. He left the guards to take care of the orcs that remained in the main hall. He was a mere blur as he raced down the hallways, occasionally shooting off an arrow at the orcs pouring into every entrance. "They just keep coming," he said with a sense of bafflement in his voice. He burst into the throne room to find his father and brother, with several guards, fighting off orcs. He joined them, unsheathing the long knives that were strapped to his back. He took off the head of an orc to the left of him. Then to the right. He swung around just in time to slice through the flesh of a goblin marksman who was about to shoot an arrow into his back. Soon they had the room cleared of the orcs.
They all breathed a silent sigh of relief. The prince's father walked over to him; "Welcome home Legolas." There then was a cry just outside the throne room, and a swarm of orcs broke in through the windows and doors. "Welcome home indeed," Legolas said as he returned to chopping at the foul flesh. There was a short break in the flow of orcs sent his way and he laid his eyes upon his younger brother, Seriminol. He was firing arrows with the bow that was given to him by Legolas. Seriminol looked up to see Legolas and smirked as he took out the orcs one after another.
The next moments happened in slow motion. Legolas was returning the smirk when a warg leapt through the window. The window in which his brother stood in front of.
"WATCH OUT!"
Legolas yelled, but he could only watch in horror as the beast jumped upon his brother's back. It sunk it's claws into Seriminol's back as he gasped loudly and fell to the floor. Legolas stood in shock and his father turned around from the place that he was fighting. He saw an orc notch an arrow and raise it to where it was directly pointed at the now disembodied Legolas. The king ran in front of his son, taking the arrow in the side of his chest. Guards flooded into the room and Legolas sank to the floor with his father. The king looked up with eyes that were slowly glazing over. All Legolas could do was stare in disbelief into his dying father's eyes.
"We will meet again someday..." he trailed off as he clutched his son's tunic at the shoulder.
"No! You can not leave, this isn't suppose to happen! Mother died like this but you can not die! Not now!"
He shook the king in his arms now, with fright and defeat. A tear slid down his pale cheek as he whispered, "please do not go where I can not follow..." "You are king now. You must go and defend what is left of our kingdom," the iron taste of blood rose up in Thranduil's mouth, "cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'." he said as his eyes glazed over with a haunting vacancy. A wave of nausea hit Legolas like a ton of bricks. He moved away from his father and vomited. He looked up at the battle scene being played out before him. More orcs were still rushing in, more elves came to counter them. What happened to him now could not be explained really, except he merely snapped.
Something short-circuited in his brain as he viewed his father's and brother's red blood mixing freely with with the black, cold blood of the orcs. He saw an open window and ran. He jumped out of that window and ran into the darkness of the trees. The screaming of elf maidens, sounds of arrows whizzing through the air, metal slamming on metal and the stench of death was soon far behind him. He had run so far and when he came to an opening of a cave in the middle of a glade, he collapsed to the ground in a fury of sobs.
He sat there for days on end, crying and staring off into space with eyes that were lost. Before all these battles he had experienced, you could see right into his soul with those powerful midnight blue eyes he had. But now he closed the window to his soul. He barred it up. He never really came to his senses after days of just sitting, lost in a hell but he got up to move. He started to walk back through the way he had ran days before. He got about ten feet and then, just stopped. He lifted his solemn gaze to the path in front of him. He thought about going back to the palace. How foolish he was to just take off like that. 'I am an elf,' he told himself, 'I have more courage than this.' But the courage was gone, he know realized this and the tears flowed freely again. Whatever remaining courage and strength he had left faded away at that very moment. His mind flashed back to images of death. The death of innocent lived he had seen in the battles he fought in. He beat the earth with his fists and tore out chunks of grass. He sat there in his own hell once more, contemplating on what he should do. Go back to the palace and see if there were any survivors? But he never left that area of the Mirkwood forest. There were survivors, but they never saw him again. Search parties were sent out to every area of the forest. "He has disappeared," the guards and townsfolk would say. Apparently no one had seen him run off, out of that window. All the guards were too busy fighting. All the townsfolk were too busy screaming. He was almost forgotten in the trip the elves took to the sea. The one he was not there to embark on. His dear dwarf friend sailed without him. In tears he left. He had searched the forest himself for days. Yelling out his name with his gruff voice in hopes of a response. "He has to respond! I'm his best friend, he's always called back to MY voice!" the dwarf would say. But there never was a response. And with a huff and a lot of tears, the dwarf was gone. Along with the rest of Legolas' kin. He was left alone.
.For the time being.
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