Title: Prince of Dol Guldur
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Lord of the Rings
Era: Third Age of the Sun
Genre: Action/Adventure, AU
Rating: M / FRM
Characters: Legolas, Thrandui (, OCs)
Summary: Mirkwood Elves live constantly under an influence of a shadow, and it isn’t too hard to cross the line to the side of darkness... Legolas learns this as he meets a stranger in the woods, who desires to show him a new way to see the world.
Part of the history of “The Last Journey”. Complete.
Warnings: Death, evil, darkness, violence, etc.
“You are the one who summoned me,” Legolas said slowly, recognising the other’s voice. Though now as the voice had a body, it seemed less threatening.
The other stepped closer, eyeing Legolas from beneath his hood. “So young and rash. But I cannot blame you for that: you have been taught to hate everything with an unusual feeling around them, so it is not a fault of yours.”
“With ‘unusual feeling’ you mean evil?” Legolas stated, taking a small step back.
The figure halted, tilting his head. “Do I seem evil to you? No, do not answer,” he stopped Legolas, raising his hand into the air. “Do I appear dark and twisted? Do I threat your life? The only thing that makes me evil in your eyes is the feeling, isn’t it? What your fëa is sensing. Because this sensation you have learned to deal with as an evil.”
Legolas stared at the other, his eyes following the elegant hand as it was lowered. “You are an Elf,” he whispered, shock in his voice. The stranger started to slowly walk away, shadows floating after him. Legolas rushed after him, falling into step beside the other.
“Does that mean I cannot be dark?” the other smiled, answering to Legolas’ earlier statement, part of his pale face visible in the distant rays of the moon. “Does it make a difference that I am your kinsman.”
“I… I do not know,” Legolas stammered.
“Good?” Legolas repeated, confused.
“You are still able to learn new,” the dark one stated, still smiling. Black eyes flashed in the night. “If you would care to learn more. But do not decide now. I will give you time.”
“Learn what?” Legolas asked carefully.
“To see the world in a more… wider scale. You see it very narrowly now, young Prince, but I can teach you more – something your tutors will never care to tell you.”
“Because it is evil?”
“Because they think it is unnecessary to know. They let their fears come into the way of their knowledge. They deny it, of course, but yet they know the truth.”
“What sort of knowledge?” Legolas asked, unable to catch himself.
Dark eyes locked into his, the smile fading from the other’s face. “Have you ever thought of the real form of evil? What it is? Usually it is enough for your people to know that there is evil, end of story. And what about Orcs? Why do they hate so much? What is the meaning of their life?”
“Orcs were made to serve their evil lords, and their twisted nature knows nothing but hate,” Legolas told the other with a cold smile.
“So simple answer, isn’t it? And so one-sided,” the other sighed almost pityingly.
Legolas’ face fell, doubt entering his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“There are other ways to see the existence of Orcs, a deeper way. When you understand Orcs, you can fight them properly. But I will not tell you this tonight, for the hours of darkness have passed and you must return. In the case you wish to hear more, you will find me.” With that the dark one turned, disappearing into the forest.
“Find you where?” Legolas shouted after him, but the shadows had risen, hiding the other from him. “I will find him…” Legolas muttered. With a sigh he turned back, returning to their original meeting-place and taking the swiftest way possible to home. As he ran through the forest, he couldn’t drop a forming feeling on the back of his mind: he had met this stranger before. But he couldn’t tell where or when.
Silently, the shadows watched the Elven prince go, purring in delight. “We will meet again, Legolas,” the cloaked figure promised, his dark eyes narrowing as Legolas passed beyond his sight.
to be continued…