Legolas was sitting on his bed thinking over all that had been happening in the past few nights. He had had countless visions during the night and it was always the same, though it pained him to re-create them. In the vision there was an unknown creature of the dark forces, but there were enough to wipe out alot of the land between Mordor and the eastern border of Gondor. That was not all for the thing that haunted him most was Mirkwood, his home, nothing but a waste land of ashes and burned trees with most of the elves dead. The last thing he saw in his vision was Mirkwood on fire and the horrid species killing everything. Then he shrugged it off as a mere dream as he went back to the Great Halls of Mirkwood (relieved it wasn’t on fire). As he walked back he thought he could see a faint shadow drawing closer to the gate, they appeared to be holding something, something that looked sort of like little whisps of reddish orange.
*No it cannot be. Valar please spare us if it is what I fear*
Darkness swept over the land. Of course it was late and the ‘thing’ whatever it was were almost at the gate and Legolas had alarmed the guards and soldiers to come before the gate as quickly as possible then it came. It was incredible yet terrifying all at once. They were just surprised it came so quickly. Now the whole edge of the forest was on fire and it was spreading fast. Legolas fought hard, burning to get revenge on the thing that had destroyed his home and most of the soldiers fighting along side him. He was absolutely covered in ashes and then it hit him two arrows had flown and hit what they intended to. The things were passing him. He winced in saddness and pain as a sword made contact, but not as a swing, but as a stroke that went all the way from one side of his forehead, down the other side, splitting along his jawbone and opposite shoulder and made one huge scar. Legolas screamed a deathly scream and as he fell to grasp his head and his throat he was kicked aside in the head and that was enough to knock him out. Amidst the ruin and flame there he lay covered in ashes with his face neck and shoulder soaked in blood, two arrows in his stomach his nightmare was reality.
————————————————————– Aragorn awoke with a start. Wincing at the dream he had. He was in Lothlorien for Arwen wished to stay amongst the mallorn trees and visit her Grandmother, Galadriel. Galadriel was before him. ” Come. I fear there is something you must see, though I warn you, you may not like what you will see for they may be some thing that has happened.” Galadriel said this as Aragorn took a step towards the Mirror in front of him and saw Legolas fighting off this unknown creature. Mirkwood was on fire and suddenly, to his horror two arrows were shot into Legolas’s stomach. He saw one of the things come toward him and make a huge scar around his face, lower jaw, and down to his shoulder. Aragorn winced as he saw Legolas thrown to the ground, grasping his throat and head only to be kicked hard in the head, knocking him unconcious. He could not bear to watch any more, but the Mirror was urging him to watch as the lump in his throat grew larger to hold back the tears. He watched as Mirkwood burned and Legolas lay motionless on the burned ruin of the once towering city of Mirkwood and then the Mirror of Galadriel finally let him go.
“What is it that I saw? Has it already happened?” Aragorn snapped sharply not wanting to know whether he lost his friend or not, but he had to ask.
” I sense that what you saw has already happened.” Galadriel anwered. Aragorn was about to reply when Galadriel spoke once more ” Do not give up on your friend so rashly. This may have already happened, but I would advise you to go to Mirkwood or rather what once was Mirkwood and at least see if you can find his body. Legolas has been loyal to you and you have yet to repay him. Now may be your chance if he is alive.” At those last words Aragorn jumped upon the fastest, most loyal horse in Lothlorien and was off.
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Aragorn stood upon the ruin of Mirkwood in horror as he searched the bodies upon the ground, but one in particular stopped him in his tracks. Legolas. His scar was more gastly than it was when he saw it in the Mirror. It had turned a certain shade of blackish red and Legolas was deathly pale. Aragorn took Legolas and removed the arrows from his chest. Legolas jolted in pain and let out a horrifying sream. Aragorn was completely surprised by this and removed the other arrow that was followed by another deathly scream. * Well at least that’s done.* Aragorn thought as he lifted Legolas onto his horse. “Ride Melanre ride hard. Take us to Gondor.” and in an instant they were off though Aragorn felt a bit hot. Wait no it wasn’t him. Legolas! His fever was growing rapidly and he was breaking a sweat. He suddenly had a fit of shaking from the shivers, sweat, and dizzyness coming to him. Aragorn could feel his fever grow, but it was raising so rapidly he wondered if he was going to make it in time. ” Hang on Legolas, hang on.” …
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