Visions of Evil

Visions of Evil

One Year Later:
“Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!” Legolas stood in the center of the Council of Elrond, looking at the gathering before him. Across from him sat his friend, Aragorn, son of Arathorn. At his side was his cousin, Alyan. The stewards of Mirkwood were on his right side, paving way to Gandalf and the halfling that sat next to him.
“And I suppose you think you are the one to do it! I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an Elf!” Gimli shouted. Legolas stepped forward, holding his hands out, attempting to keep the fighting at the minimum. He closed his eyes, fighting off the darkness that threatened his mind again. Ever since that fateful day, since he touched the fire and light, since he saw his Nana, since his Ada… Legolas shook his head. He couldn’t think about that. Not now. The Ring was in front of him.

“You could take it. Claim it as your own. Your Ada would accept you; hold you at the highest level. You could rule the world!” Sinister voices overlapped his consciousness, and Legolas stumbled, near collapsing. His hand ran to his head, and the elves swarmed past him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at Gandalf.

“I will take it! I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor.” The Halfling shouted.

“What makes you think that you can fight Sauron?” Boromir snapped. Pain invaded his head as Frodo stepped forward and grabbed the Ring.

“You can’t. They can’t. No one can. All of you are warriors that he knows. He knows all of your weaknesses. But he doesn’t know mine.” The Hobbit placed the Ring around his neck. Legolas closed his eyes, trembling as the pain grew.

“Gandalf, help.” Legolas whispered, passing out as the pain grew.
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Aragorn was sitting beside him when Legolas finally awoke.

“Quite the show you put on. I think you even scared Gimli.” Aragorn smiled at him. Legolas moaned, throwing the pillow over his head.
“What do you want, Aragorn?”

“Why did you collapse?”

“Are you always this direct?”

“Sometimes.” Legolas looked up at him.

“Do I have to know why?

“You knew you were going to. Gandalf told me.” Legolas made a noise.

“Did you just growl?” Aragorn laughed.

“I can’t believe he told you. Must hurt that damned wizard.”

“Elfling, I may be old, I may be ancient, but I still have the hearing of a three year old elf!” Gandalf stepped into the room and stood beside the bed.
“Would people just leave me alone!” Legolas shouted. Aragorn looked hurt, turned on his heel and left the room.

“Watch who you lose that temper to. You’ll lose everything then.” Gandalf snapped.

“What haven’t I lost?” Legolas asked bitterly as the door slammed shut.

In Elrond’s Study
“Ada, What happened with Legolas today? Every time he’s been near the Ring since it came here, he’s been ill. Is he connected to it?” Aragorn paced the length of the room.

“Estel, please sit down. I don’t know what happened to Legolas.” Elrond leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. Since Legolas had collapsed hours earlier, he had been pouring over books trying to find out why.

“Ada, no-one collapses for no reason. Especially not Elves. Elves don’t get ill.” Aragorn fell back into a chair.

“I can not find anything in any of the books that tells why he would collapse suddenly. Perhaps the Ring has a stronger hold over him from its master being in Mirkwood for a length of time. I truthfully don’t know.”

“Have you talked to the stewards? They might know.” Aragorn sighed, before standing up, “Forget it. I’ve had enough for one day. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“Sleep well Ion-nin. I’ll check in on Legolas before retiring. Let him be for the night.” Elrond smiled at him, motioning him towards the door.

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Legolas was sitting out on the balcony when Elrond came in. He turned his head to show the half-elf that he knew he was there.

“Why do you refuse to speak to Aragorn?” Elrond rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Why should I speak to him?” Legolas pulled away and walked inside.

“He is one of your only friends. That is why you should respect him enough to let him know what is happening. He’s scared of what is happening to you.”

“Why should he care! I don’t deserve his friendship!” Legolas cried, turning to face Elrond.

“If you didn’t deserve his friendship, then you would not be friends with him. You do deserve his friendship. Talk to him.” Elrond sat on his bed.
“What would I say to him? There is nothing I could say.” Legolas answered, seating himself in a chair.

“Tell him the truth.” Elrond answered.

“You know that I can’t do that.”

“You could.”

“I can’t tell anyone about that!” Legolas jumped to his feet, staring at Elrond.

“What are you so afraid of?” Elrond demanded, also jumping to his feet.

“You know what I am afraid of. You know everything I know!” Legolas yelled.

“I don’t. You expect everyone to know what you feel. We don’t. You have to talk to us!” Elrond answered. Legolas bunched his hands into fists, turning away.

“I can’t talk to anyone!”

“You could! If you would just give us a chance….”

“What do you want me to do! Tell every being in Middle Earth that I killed my Father!”






Ducks behind millions of books. HELP! Don’t kill me please! I’ll update faster if you will tell me what you think! *Coughreviewcough* come on, please! I’ll be thrilled. And will update. And I won’t end the next chapter with a cliffhanger.