Title: Loyalty to Blood
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, Thranduil (, OCs)
Summary: In the shadows of Mirkwood wander many things, and the closer to Dol Guldur you go, the more evil things get. But even in darkness other things may bloom – things such as loyalty and friendship. This is a story of a surprising camaraderie between two entirely different creatures. A story never again told in words by those who live: how did Legolas and Thaíly meet.
Part of the history of “The Last Journey”. Takes place right after “Prince of Dol Guldur”. Complete.
Warnings: Death, violence, darkness, evil etc.
The next day was far from what Legolas would have expected. As he wandered through the forest towards an unknown destination, he was able to feel the other following him. At times the dark one would get down to the ground and ask questions about him, but he never answered. And if he asked something in return, he was favoured with little more than silence.
Why is he following me? Legolas thought, somewhat annoyed. The other’s presence made him nervous, and no matter how hard he tried to drop the other from his trail, his dark companion found him in no time. Maybe he has some unnatural senses. If he is a vampire of some sort, as he claims, he might have some abilities that I am not aware of. Letting out a weary sigh, Legolas walked ahead, dropping the matter from his thoughts for a moment.
But as his mind required something to do, his thoughts turned swiftly into another direction. Where am I going? And why? I can barely remember my own name, and when I try to look back, all I know turns into a hazy and swirling mess. What am I running away from?
Pain stabbed in his chest, making Legolas halt his already staggering step. Pressing his hands against his heart, the Elf fought for breath, every movement of his body making the pain bloom in his wound. It’s getting worse. Like this, I won’t get much further… Despair entered Legolas’ mind, absurd fear filling him. He could not give up! He had to keep going, until he found the answers.
Struggling forward, Legolas fought off the pain: his Elven strength lay siege on it and forced it back, giving Legolas enough space to think clearly – and yet his mind was just as shadowed as before.
Up in the trees, the dark Man watched the Elf’s rather painful-looking journey. He will not stand this for long. The wound causes him more trouble all the time, and I can smell the venom in his blood. He sniffed the air, grimacing. He had better to do something for the smell before it would gather all the Orcs of the southern Mirkwood to them. Yet again, he seems to be rather adamant in his decision to go south. I wonder what he tries to find from there, for that is the place I would least expect the Elves try to reach. Dropping lower, the dark one followed the young being below him. He shook his head, wondering at the other’s determination.
But the fact was that the Elf was going to collapse at any moment.
And after some more steps, Legolas indeed fell to the ground, not even attempting to get up. When another moment passed, the dark one dropped to the ground, landing to stand above the unconscious form. He knelt down, cold fingers caressing the heated, pale skin before him. So easy… “Ah, too easy indeed. Why to trouble? And then again…” black eyes shifted into darkness around them, and he was certain he saw the shadows move. “What are you running away from?” he mused with a quiet voice. “And most of all, what are you seeking?”
to be continued…