Title: Realm of Darkness Author: Aithilin (nimcuran_aithilin@hotmail.com) Pairings: Sauron/Legolas (that's a new one for me) Rating: R Summary: Legolas is captured by Sauron before the Battle for Gondor. With a twist not done a lot. Disclaimer: The great Tolkien owns everything. I only have my warped mind, so that's pretty much all someone can get from me. Oh! And the characters I make up. Warnings: slash (go away if you don't like, you've been warned), A/N: Listening to "The Crucible" and "Realm of Darkness" by Darkwell while starting this. Nothing better than some angsty fics and gothic-y music. ~~Bleh~~=telepathy [...oooh...]=telepathic image *********************************************************************** In this world full of winded corridors Cities like maces, towers like thorns I'm not my master, not at all Cursed thoughts lead me to my fall Broken thoughts Broken dreams Broken hearts This realm of darkness Is this my reward? Darkness is falling, over my mind My burning eyes are, deadly blind Now there's nothing like it seems An illusion, only dreams Broken thoughts Broken dreams Broken hearts This realm of darkness Is this my reward? -"Realm of Darkness," Darkwell ***************************************************** Legolas opened his eyes, slowly sitting up to look around. The dull ache from his wounds turned to a burning sensation as he tried to move. There was a sickening crunch as the young Elf placed too much weight on his right wrist. With a cry of pain, Legolas fell back to the cold stone floor of his cell. He lay there, blood seeping from the still open wounds and shattered wrist burning. Legolas closed his eyes once more, listening to the heavy fall of orc feet outside of his cell and the steady drip of some liquid in a corner. ~~Welcome to my realm, Elfling of Mirkwood.~~ Legolas shuddered as the hated voice of the Dark Lord invaded his mind. He snapped his eyes open and tried to stand as the heavy iron door opened. Four orcs streamed in and pushed the weakened Elf against the far wall. Legolas cried out as one of them grabbed his wrist in a tight hold and smashed it against the stone. He bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, as his wounds re-opened. The orcs were snuffling and grunting in their amusement now, one pulling out a metal tipped whip with a feral, toothy grin. "Release the Elf." The orcs cowered at the strong voice from behind them, dropping their prey, bowing, and scuttering out of the cell as fast as their iron shod feet would take them. Legolas fell forward, whimpering as another crack announced the presence of another broken bone or two. he looked up, pushing aside his pain and determined to face his tormentor with the dignity his father had taught him. The figure was Elven in appearance, a head taller than the young prince and broader built. The muscular form of a swordsman, rather than the lithe build of an archer. The new form Sauron had taken was terrible in its dark beauty. Shock black hair hung to his waist and spilled over broad and powerful shoulders. Black robes billowed around the tall form, heightening the contrast of the fire-red eyes. Legolas couldn't stop himself from trembling as those eyes bore into his smaller frame. The last thing he saw before he passed into unconsciousness was the confident smirk on Sauron's chiseled face. *********************************************************************** something infests me when i´m alone it´s lunacy i want to vomit, spit out my life so queer it seems retract your reverence and slander me i´m the traitor of mine a close-up picture of my lost chastity there´s nothing left of me anymore in gloom i wander, it batters me though i subsist of it the smell of incense arouses me abeyance maddens me a ginger sunset is my caress as i expire as music´s fading i fade within there´s nothing left of me anymore and no rain can wash away those bloody tears as sweet sounds of destruction reach my ears red lips like roses call my name but laughter is all the woman of now hears -"Ginger Sunset Expire"-Xandria ******************************************** With a pained gasp, Legolas awoke. He coughed as his lungs filled and turned to his side. It was then that he realized that he was no longer in the stone cell. Falling to lie on his back, Legolas felt the cool touch of silks to his healing wounds. The once unbareable burn of torn flesh and broken bones had left, becoming an uncomfortable throb instead. Sapphire eyes closed once more as Legolas tried to remember what had happened to him. The faint scent of sandalwood reached Legolas, as well as the traces of smoke from the light used to set the incense alight. It was strange, being comforted so, yet knowing that he was within the grips of his darkest fear. For the first time since he had awoken in the dark cell, Legolas wished Aragorn was here. Aragorn would have known what to do. "They've given up on you, you know. The Man and the Dwarf." Legolas started, sitting up too fast and falling back with a light cry of pain. The figure that had spoken stepped closer, not noticing as the Elf drew away as far as the pain of his ribs and wrist would allow him. "What do you want from me?" Legolas spat, keeping his courage about him and glaring at the dark figure sitting at the edge of the bed. "You, my dear Elf, have caught my interest from even a great a distance as Orthanc. You, with your bravery, your skill, your loyalty, and your beauty." "I will not break." "I do not want you to." Legolas started at that, it wasn't what he had been expecting. "I will not betray my friends or king either." "I do not want you to." Legolas was confused now, by all logic, he should be in a torture chamber begging for death. Instead, he found himself bandaged and lying on silks, having an incredibly strange 'conversation' with his most hated enemy. The darkest creature to have walked Middle-earth since Morgoth himself. A low chuckle drew the Elf from his thoughts. Sauron was turned, picking something up from a silver tray on an ornate table. "What is so amusing?" Legolas demanded. He had no idea what was going on. One, Sauron hadn't killed him. Two, the Dark Lord himself was laughing, and as far as Legolas knew, nothing had happened. "Your thoughts, Elf. Are the tales truely so horrific? I do not kill unless it is needed to defend myself, or my possessions. Should the orcs, disgusting creatures that they are, choose to maim the odd prisoner, that is their affair. I have no part in it." Legolas shook his head, "B-but, you're evil!" Another laugh, "Nothing is pure evil, Elfling. Even my mentor was not. He desired, he stole, he raped the land, but it was done in envy. Melkor had not the light that the other Valar possessed, it drove him mad." "And what of you? You would destroy all that is held dear to the inhabitants of Middle-earth. Your darkness would destroy." "I would destroy nothing," Sauron had turned now, his eyes taking an almost saddened look. "I would rule, would have respect as the other Maiar do. I would do nothing to destroy your forest homeland, nor your people. I do not desire destruction, but creation. 'Evil', as you so named it, is born of desire, Elfling. You know this from the stories of your own kin. Feanor damned you all with his desire." "But Feanor was redeemed," Legolas argued. It hadn't even occured to him that he was debating with the Dark Lord and still lived. "The Elves have pardon, we may leave these shores." Another light chuckle, "True. But redemption comes easily, as does forgiveness in the eyes of the Valar. Consider all arguments before you debate princeling. Though I can see you have quite the amount of courage, most others would be dead of fear by now." Legolas looked away as a small plate of food was placed on the bed next to him. He focused on a small silver carving that seemed familiar to him. He heard Sauron's movements, but did not look to see what was happening. He was confused, he still lived, and was being cared for. Gandalf had said that being in the presence of the Dark Lord would be terrifying, but Legolas felt only confusion and indignity. And even then, there was no fear, Sauron had given him no cause for fear. "What do you want with me?" Legolas surprised himself by asking the question again. He saw Sauron standing by the heavy door, preparing to leave. "I do not know." With that, the Dark Lord, about whom many terrifying tales had spread, left without a sound. Legolas lay on the crimson silk, trying to understand. The incense continued to burn, a slight breeze from some kind of ventilation brought the smell to the Elf. Legolas examined his surroundings after sitting up. The room was large, though with no window. Legolas did not know if to be grateful for that, Mordor was not a place he wished to see directly. There were two doors, the one that Sauron had left through, presumably leading towards a corridor to the rest of the stronghold. The other had a green design on it, a leaf, similar to the ones painted or carved in his father's halls. The walls were decorated with a golden trim, Dwarven in make, but Elven in fashion. Golden vines wove their way around the room, small, sparkling gems were woven into the gold works. All decorative vines led to a silver sphere in the center of the ceiling. The iridescent sphere was covered with the thin gold vines, they wove their way to the bottom of the sphere until they formed a casing for a beautiful sapphire and obsidian carving that hung just above the bed. The bed itself was large, larger than any Legolas was used to. The covers were silk, shining crimson with a grey trim. A fur coverlet was folded at the foot of the bed. Legolas gingerly touched it with his left hand, finding it soft and warm. A dark chest rested at the foot of the bed, the image of a deer was carved into the lid. The floor beneath it was covered with a plush red carpet that Legolas was sure must be soft to the touch as well. A square nightstand found its place beside the bed, next to the side were Legolas had awoken. A candle stood there, unlit but with a black wick. A book case was next to the nightstand, filled with numerous scrolls and texts. Against the other wall, close to the door, there was a table, made from the same dark wood as the deer chest. Two chairs were placed there, awaiting use. Another few unused candles rested on the table, against the wall. Next to the side of the bed where Legolas sat, a tapestry hung from hidden support on the wall. Legolas examined the scene displayed, it was a forest. Shining with the light of the sun pushing through the foliage and into a clearing, the image reminded Legolas of his own home. At last, Legolas' eyes rested on the deer chest again, his shirt and tunic were folded there, his light boots resting on the carpet next to the chest. Legolas still wore his leggings. The incense in its little censor on the table had nearly burned away now and Legolas could feel himself getting hungry. He had had little to eat on his journey to find Merry and Pippin. The realization hit him fully, Aragorn would be torn as what to do. His duty to Gondor should outweigh his duty to friends. Legolas hoped Aragorn would complete the war and would pay him no thought. Frodo would continue on, of course, to destroy the Ring. Perhaps Legolas could find a way to help the brave Hobbit now. Perhaps he could clear the way to Mount Doom for Frodo, make the path easier. His stomach growled and Legolas eyed the tray that had been placed next to him warily. A few slices of a white meat sat next to a few various pieces of fruit, where Sauron had gotten fresh fruit was beyond him. The meat was veal, Legolas could smell the familiar scent but held himself back, not trusting it. A vial of red wine was sitting on the edge of the nightstand and again Legolas was tempted. Fearful that this was a trick, the Elf tried to decide what to do. He was hungry, but was fearful at the same time. Finally, Legolas reasoned that if Sauron had wanted to kill him, he could have done so earlier. Slowly picking up a thin slice of meat, Legolas tasted it. He was surprised to find it fresh and wondered where Sauron had gotten such fresh food, there was no life in Mordor. Hurridly finishing the light meal, more food than he had had in a week, Legolas reached for the vial of wine. There was more than enough for one person, but Legolas only took enough to wash the food down. Replacing the vial on the nightstand, and pleasantly sated, Legolas lay down to rest once more. He would plan an escape when he was more aware and healed. ********************** The sea, it was calling. The voice carried through the miles to reach the Elf. A song so sweet, so promising, that it echoed through his very dreams. A promise of peace, of safety, of love. The blue expanse of water spread before Legolas, merging with the clear blue of the sky as they met. He could smell the salt, hear the gulls, feel the cool breeze. A longing awoke as a gull flew overhead, heading over the ocean until it was out of Elven sight. The cry of the bird taunted Legolas, it mocked him with its freedom. Legolas felt something on his face and touched his cheek, tears, as salty as the water before him. He cried with his soul to leave the mortal shores, but was chained. Turning, he saw what kept him there, expecting to see the room where he was being held. Instead, he found a throne room, built with white stone. Aragorn sat there, the proud and revered King of Men. Gimli by his side, looking gruff yet kind at the same time. His father, standing a little ways away, but still there. He was tethered to them all, to everyone that was filling the room. Elrond, the twins, his friends, his family, all of Middle-earth itself, his promises. It was all there. But nothing to symbolize his capture. Everything that was there was his own choice, but still it was against his will. Duties, loyalties, the life he had lived tied him to the mortal lands. Sauron was not there. He could leave the Dark Lord without resistance. ************** Legolas sat up suddenly. The dream, and the realization it had brought was still fresh in his mind, but was starting to fade as all dreams did. He looked around in his daze. The room was darker, the sphere not glowing as brightly. Legolas was reminded of the glowing crystals of Lothlorien, Haldir showing him how they changed at will. Was this silver sphere the same? Legolas let the question fall from his mind, he could satisfy his curiosity later. The tray was gone from the bed, though the vial of wine remained. The door with the leaf painted on it was open slightly and Legolas could smell green things. Life, though it defied all that he had thought of Mordor. Standing slowly, and wincing as his ribs protested, Legolas made his way over to the door. He was about to pull it open further, but a hand pushing it closed quickly made him jump back. Legolas looked up to see Sauron there, watching him with an amused expression. The Elf was more than startled, he hadn't heard Sauron come in. "You should be resting." Legolas looked away and remained silent. Sauron shook his head, "I'll show you what's here after your ribs are healed. Whether you believe it or not Elfling, I do not wish to harm you." "I do have a name," Legolas snapped. "Oh? Well, you haven't told it to me yet." "It's Legolas. And I thought the Dark Lord was powerful enough to figure that kind of stuff out." "I wish. Alas no, I actually have to be told people's names." Legolas raised an eyebrow, still unsure about his situation, but not scared in the least. "I really do not understand any of this." "Neither do I, actually. I should not care whether or not you're killed, in fact, I've let my orcs kill other Elves. There's just something..." Sauron reached a hand up to Legolas' cheek. The Elf drew away quickly. "I am not about to trust you." "I know. But rest. If you truly wish to leave once you are healed, I will not stop you." Legolas was surprised at that. He thought back to his dream but shook his head. He watch warily as Sauron made his way to the table once more. Legolas sighed and winced at the pain in his ribs. "Lie down and rest. I'm not going to hurt you." "And I should trust the Dark Lord?" "Will you stop that? Really, what do they tell you children? I suppose I'm a step away from sneaking into houses at night and stealing baby Elves." "Well...." Sauron sighed in exasperation and Legolas smiled before he caught himself doing so. Sauron was evil, Sauron was evil, Sauron was evil.... "Just rest. You need a week or so." Sauron waited until Legolas had lain down again before leaving the dimly lit room once more. Legolas suddenly wondered where Sauron slept, surely even he had to rest. And it was doubtful that there were many guest rooms in Barad-Dur. Closing his eyes, Legolas prayed to the Valar that his sleep would be untroubled this time. *********************************************************************** sigh - for they make you feel alive try - it´s just one step aside fly - over seas of drunken wine lie - cause you´ll never draw a line cry - for they leave you cold and dead rise - til the last of suns is set don´t dive too deep - too deep into the sea come and be a child of the blue we make the azure dream come true i drift and fall - sapphire spear inside, oh my they come for me and softly close my eyes, oh my fight - for this is your last chance come and be a child of the blue leave the past, we make it new you will always be our child -"Mermaids(Child of the Blue)"-Xandria *************************************************** Sauron walked the halls of his 'home' silently. He was worried, never before had he felt like this. That Elf seemed to just stir up a long forgotten emotion. He knew he should have killed the frustrating blonde as soon as he felt anything, but one look at the innocence surrounding the Elf and he could not bring himself to do it. A millenia ago and he would have all but thrown the Elf to the orcs. Now, one little Elfling can have him acting like one of those blasted Istari. He sighed, he enjoyed the feeling though. Not having the lithe creature look at him in terror, actually willing to argue, and far too curious. Sauron smiled at that thought, walking in to his room to find the Elf about to start exploring. He had had actually interesting conversations with the youngling, this little Elf was a smart one. It wasn't lacking in courage either. Though the Elf hadn't met his eyes, it was not out of fear. Sauron couldn't help but smile at the act of defiance, he was dismissed by an Elf not even a millenia old. The young Elf was certainly a curiosity. He had surprised himself with the offer to let the beautiful creature go once it was all healed. He frowned, he had no idea why he acted like this. Why he had the sudden desire to keep the Elf by him. Perhaps it was because he had taken the body of an Elf. He now knew what was needed to keep the creatures alive, let alone how they thought. Or how most of them thought. This Legolas did not seem to think like others. Opening the door to his room, he saw the Elf in question curled up under the covers of the bed. The silks clinged to Legolas like a second skin, conforming to the shape of the young warrior's lithe body. Golden hair was spread over the pillows and Sauron had the urge to run a hand through it. He felt a familiar yet alien stirring, desire. But no longer to solely possess and own. Though those emotions were still there, they were not nearly as strong as one would expect. The air about the Elf shimmered as it healed. Sauron moved closer to the bed, testing to see how close he could get. He gently-strange to consider him capable of being gentle-lay a hand on the Elf's shoulder. When Legolas did not stir, Sauron moved to bring his hand to the guesture not completed earlier. The porcelain skin was soft to his touch and he wondered what it would be like to have this beautiful creature willingly submit to him. For the first time in ages, Sauron was afraid that he was going to lose himself in this Elf. "Aragorn...." He drew back as if burned. Sauron stared at the Elf for a few seconds before everything registered. The name of the Heir to Gondor, but not spoken in longing. Still, he could feel his jealousy rise. He knew the sword had been re-forged, he knew that a battle was preparing, he also knew that he should be concentrating on retrieving his Ring. But he wanted to keep this Elf. Smiling as an idea came to him, He stood and went to where a fresh plate of food now rested on the table. He placed a hand over the vial of wine and closed his eyes. He poured his own desires into the drink. He wanted the Elf to trust him, to stay with him, to resist the call of friends and the sea. The spell cast, Sauron took one last look to the sleeping prince before leaving the room by the leaf-painted door. ********************** Legolas stretched as he awoke, feeling refreshed but hungry. He looked around, he had thought that he had heard something as he slept. He was distracted by the smell of food. The former pain of his ribs and wrist were only a dull throb right now, he stood and padded over to where he saw the little tray. He did not hesitate as he had before. The light meat was the same, as were the fresh fruits. Legolas ate as he sat on one of the chairs. He looked up when Sauron entered through the door he was curious about. The taller form came over and took a seat. "Enjoying yourself?" Rather than answer, Legolas looked to the silver sphere as it began to glow brighter once more. Sauron followed the sapphire gaze. "It lights and dims depending upon the amount of movement," Sauron raised a hand, palm facing the sphere. The silver object dimmed, and as he brought his hand down, it lit itself once more. "Or by my will." Legolas watched curiously, "What else do you bend to your will?" "Whatever it is that I possess." Legolas watched as Sauron lifted the vial of wine and handed it to him. He glanced at Sauron but took a few sips before handing it back. Sauron drank as well. Legolas yawned a bit, covering his mouth with his hand. "Do you still wish to sleep?" "No, no," Legolas said softly. "I think I had slept too long as it is." Sauron nodded, "Very well. How are your wounds?" "Better. They do not pain me." Sauron handed the vial back, "Do you still desire to leave?" "I desire my freedom. I will not be a prisoner." Legolas drank deep. "You are no captive. Once you are healed, I would let you wander at your will. The orcs will know better than to touch you." "I am an Elf." "So I see." Legolas shook his head, "I need growing things to live. What life is there in Mordor? And I will long for my own kind." Sauron reached for the wine, purposely letting his fingers graze those of Legolas. He was immensly pleased when Legolas did not withdraw. "You are the first that has not feared my presence. No other would stay with you." "You have given me no reason to fear you. I would long for the forest itself." "That can be done, this land is not entirely dead." Sauron leaned forward and placed the empty vial on the tray. He looked over Legolas' soft features, the beauty of a pure being new to him. "You are not entirely free, are you?" Sauron asked at length. Legolas looked at him, confused. "You have obligations. A father to please, friends and others that expect things from you. You cannot do as you please, even in your own home," Sauron said. He reached up to brush a golden strand of hair back to its place behind Legolas' ear. Legolas did not pull away from the touch. "Whatever you wished would be yours. I do not ask your allegiance, I ask your friendship." Legolas looked away. It was not defiance this time, but contemplation. He knew he should fight this, but his dream returned to his mind. He was not free. He would have turned back to Lothlorien after Boromir was slain, had he not been so tied to Aragorn. He had been sent to Rivendell by his father, agreeing in hopes of pleasing his sire. He had gone on the quest with the hope of proving himself. No, he was not free, but he was no slave either. He could see the sincerity in Sauron's eyes. Hear the lonliness in his voice. But power and control were strong influences. "End the war." "What?" Legolas met Sauron's gaze. "End the war. Destroy the Ring. Stop the death, release the Nazgul from their binds to you, lift your hold on this land so it may live once more. Do this, and I will stay. Willingly, and for as long as you wish it." Sauron sat back, thinking. "The Men will not stop until they have destroyed me. Even if I attempted, who would take it sincerely." "I would. The Elves, we know redemption. Even if not forgiven, your past deeds may be countered if you at least try." "And how would I do such things, Legolas? How would the Men of Gondor and Rohan let me speak long enough?...I am not sure I could destroy the Ring." "I could. I could speak with the Men as well. The Ring is no burden to me, I have no use for it. I am friends with the leaders of the Men, I could speak on your behalf." Sauron could hear the insistance in the Elf's voice and thought it over. "Give me three days, Legolas. Your answer will be given then." Legolas nodded and Sauron stood. Deciding to chance the trust he had formed, Sauron offered his hand to the Elf. Legolas placed his left hand in the larger one and accepted the offer. *********************************************************************** do you dare to taste her soul do you like to trick control did you think this world was real realize this was the deal she´s ether fire - burns away all the dire you will feel her touch for a while do you see her through the waves do you think it´s her who saves with a blink of radiant eye would you really dare to try she´s like a fawn - just appears and then gone what reamins will be just this one song she´s eternity behind her disguise you have almost seen a world in her eyes but you´ve known that it would never be born she´s flown away like a leaf in a storm she´s bliss - she´s ether - she´s dark - she´s nirvana -"She's Nirvana"-Xandria ************************************************************* Legolas smiled slightly, surprised at how comfortable he felt in Sauron's presence now. Even more so that his suggestion would be considered. He yawned again and rubbed his eyes. "Are you certain that you do not wish to rest a little longer?" Legolas nodded, "Yes, I think I should." Sauron nodded and led the Elf back to the bed. Legolas went back to the place where he had woken before, the covers still warm. Sauron watched as Legolas settled to sleep, seemingly oblivious of him. Sauron wondered if it had been his doing, he had gained the Elf's trust, or at least compliance, so quickly. In a reflection of earlier, Sauron gently brushed some of the golden strands of Legolas' hair away from his face. Smiling softly, as he hadn't done in aeons, Sauron moved to the otherside of the bed. Careful not to wake the sleeping Elf, he lay down to rest. *************************** Legolas woke some hours later, the silver sphere dimmed to barely a glow. He looked around and saw the large figure next to him on the bed. Curious, Legolas allowed himself to look over the sleeping form. Long black hair was ruffled, splaying over the sheets and hiding the face Sauron had chosen. The broad chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, showing to Legolas that the other was indeed asleep. Acting on instinct, Legolas propped himself up with his elbows, wincing as his ribs and right arm protested. Ignoring the slight pain, he reached over to touch the raven hair with his left hand. Legolas held his breath as Sauron moved. Relieved when the other simply shifted position. Legolas sat back, still examining the strong features. He had to admit that the form Sauron had taken was beautiful, resembling Elrond slightly in it's darkness and resembling Aragorn in its broad build. Legolas cocked his head to the side as he saw the delicately pointed ears that were like his own. He couldn't understand why Sauron had chosen an Elven form. Then, he had never understood why Gandalf had chosen the form of an old Man. Legolas relaxed again, thinking about this. Even just the sight of another Elven body seemed comforting to him. He had gone so long being so far from his kin. Haldir had warned him that he would be quick to feel a kin-longing. He had waved the March Warden off at the time, thinking it just another jest. It seemed strange now, to know that his friend had been right, but also being comforted by the sight of another Elf. He realized suddenly that Sauron was watching him as well. He had gotten lost in his thoughts, not noticing when Sauron opened his own eyes. Legolas blushed at being caught staring and looked down. Sauron chuckled, "I have often heard of Elves becoming lost in their thoughts. Where did yours take you?" Legolas felt a hand tilt his chin up so he was once more looking into the fire-red eyes. "I-I was wondering why you chose the form of an Elf." Sauron seemed to think for a minute, "I do not know. I had used the form of a Man many times, yet I had felt confined until I shed that skin." "And now?" "Free." Legolas smiled and lay back down, he felt like he was talking to Elladan or Elrohir. "Strange," he muttered. "What is?" "That I feel no fear. It seems like I am speaking to a friend." "I'm glad then," Sauron reached out to touch Legolas' cheek. "I do not want you to be afraid of me." Sauron seemed undecided for something. Finally, he smiled and withdrew his hand. The sphere above them lit quickly and Sauron stood. Legolas smiled as he saw the other starting to try to smooth his hair. "And what is so amusing?" Sauron asked as he saw the smile. "Oh nothing. Just the only creature capable of striking fear into the hearts of millions from every race, fretting over his hair." Sauron shook his head and muttered, "Elves." Legolas grinned and stretched, he went to reach for his boots when Sauron got his attention. "Would you like to bathe?" Legolas looked up, "What?" "A bath, would you like one? As well as fresh clothes." Legolas blinked, "...Yes." "Come then." Legolas expected Sauron to show him to the leaf-painted door. But insted, Sauron opened the other one that Legolas had assumed led to a corridor. Rather, it led to a larger room. Decorated in the same manner as the bedroom, it reminded Legolas of his father's outer room to his chamber. There was no time to examine his surroundings as Sauron led Legolas across the room to another door. Opening it, Legolas could see a huge tub sunken into the center of the floor. There were various other things around the room as well, a small table and chair, a mirror, a shelf with towels and cloths. Water was already drawn and steaming. "Take as long as you wish, I'll have some clothes brought for you." "My own are fine." Sauron shook his head, "No, they should be mended first." Legolas sighed, "Fine." Sauron smiled and left Legolas. The Elf walked over to the tub and breathed in the stream. He quickly stripped and stepped into the water, relaxing as the heat embraced him. He felt the weariness fall from him and slipped under the water to soak his hair. He shivered as he felt a breeze from the door come in and he turned to see Sauron come in. "Here. Just come out when you're ready." Legolas smiled and nodded. ******************************** Sauron left the bathing room. The image of the lithe Elf imbedded in his mind. He felt the stirrings of desire once more and started to pace. If he wanted to keep Legolas near him, he needed to end the war. To keep Legolas near him willingly, he needed to destroy his own creation. He thought about that for a moment, he would not die if the Ring was destroyed, most of his powers would be, and he would be sealed in the form he had chosen until Eonwe brought him before the Valar. Even then, there was no guarantee that he would not be imprisoned as Morgoth is. He wondered about that, if he could appeal to his judges... The door to the bathing room opened and Sauron turned to see Legolas walk out, wearing the white robes he had been given. Sauron smiled, his previous thoughts leaving the second he set eyes on the Elf. All he thought of now was that he needed to keep this being close to him. The white robes flowed around Legolas' slender frame, making him seem all the more fragile. It was a contrast to his own dark clothing, as well as the dark interior of his home. But it was welcomed. Legolas' golden hair shone and spilled over his shoulders. Sauron felt his mouth go dry as he saw how ethereal Legolas seemed. Sauron stepped up to the Elf, taking the old folded clothes from him and looking him over. "What would you like to do?" "See what is behind that door!" Legolas said with a laugh. Sauron smiled, "If you wish. Are you certain that your wounds do not pain you?" Legolas nodded, "Yes, I am fine." Going back to the bedroom, Sauron placed Legolas' leggings with the rest of his clothes on the deer-chest and led the young Elf to the leaf-painted door. He could feel the curiosity radiating from Legolas and wondered how one creature could be so energetic right after a bath. He felt the Elf's hand on his arm as he pulled open the door. And smiled at the gasp from Legolas. "H-how, can this all grow here?" Sauron turned and took Legolas' uninjured hand in his own, "Come, it is all quite real." Sauron led the stunned Legolas into the garden, brining him to a bench he had placed there. Legolas looked around with wide eyes before closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath of the clean air. "Why? Why do you have this?" Sauron sat down, "I chose the body of an Elf. I too need growing things from time to time." "The veal, and the fruits..." Sauron nodded, "The fruits from here. There are a few small groves of trees and grasses by the mountains. No orc may go near them." "But I thought Mordor was dead." "No, not dead, dying. The land can still support life, Legolas. Just as moss and shrubs still grow in the Dead Marshes and lichen still flowers in the Brown Lands." Legolas sat on the bench and closed his eyes, listening to the trees whisper at his arrival. He smiled widely and turned to Sauron. "What is it?" "The trees say that you've been taking good care of them. Can it be that the Dark Lord has a soft spot?" Sauron snorted, "And what do they say about you?" "They sing." "I can believe that." Legolas looked at Sauron, still smiling like he had heard either a secret or just recieved a gift. Sauron couldn't stop himself, he caressed Legolas' cheek, running his thumb over the Elf's lips before covering them with his own. He tried to be as gentle as possible, letting Legolas make the choice. He was torn between claiming the slender Elf and doing everything in his power to please him. For the first time since he could remember, Sauron's heart soared as he felt Legolas return the kiss. Pulling away reluctantly, and silently cursing his form's need of oxygen, he looked into Legolas' eyes for a reaction. He saw everything he could imagine was good. And entire world rested in the star-lit sapphires and Legolas was silently offering it to him. Willingly. Sauron's mind was made up now, he would do everything he could to keep this wonderous creature close to him. Even if it meant facing the Valar to declare this. *********************************************************************** i am down at the water my bare feet are numb and for aeons now nothing seems real now it´s hard to hold sight through your soft eiderdown but i still got my hands on the wheel you have set my mind between worlds spinning round i´m a stranger in my universe but i see my sun and i know that it will be forever shining on earth you can rain down on me but you can´t darken the sun you can cast a spell on the moon but you can´t kill the sun -"Kill the Sun"-Xandria ************************************************************** Legolas felt himself being drawn back towards the bed, the fresh feeling of the garden being left behind. He could feel the surprisingly gentle lips and hands on him, but it all seemed in a haze. He didn't want to leave Sauron's side, he had no desire to do anything but stay with the Maiar now. The haze seemed to clear and every sensation flooded Legolas' mind. He could feel the cool silk beneath him as he was pushed to his back. The weight above him was comforting and Legolas looked up into Sauron's eyes. "Do you wish this?" Sauron asked. Legolas nodded, "Please, yes." Lips assaulted his neck as deft hands began to remove his robes. ************************* Legolas lay curled in Sauron's arms, sated and beginning to sleep. He could hear the songs of the garden through the open door, as well as a soft voice next to him. He nuzzled into the curtain of raven hair, shivering as he cooled. He felt the larger form lift slightly and then lay back. A heavy covering was wrapped around them. He felt a hand stroking his hair, lulling him into deep sleep. The warmth and strong arms around him comforting him. Once more, Legolas nuzzled against the broad chest and let himself fall into Elven dreams. ************************** ~Gondor~ Aragorn narrowed his eyes as he looked to the East. He would demand blood as payment for the loss of his friend. Who knew what kind of pain Legolas had gone through. "D'you think we'll see him again?" Aragorn looked down at Gimli, it still amazed him that the Dwarf had come to care for Legolas so much. He shook his head. "I think he is dead...I hope he is dead." Gimli was silent, he had feared that his friend was still alive somewhere in the confines of Barad-Dur. He feared that his beautiful Elven companion was slowly being twisted until either death, or until he became as twisted as the orcs. "If he is dead or not, he will be avenged." Aragorn nodded. Night was slowly falling and the explosive fires of Mount Doom could be seen all the more clearly. Both Man and Dwarf sent silent prayers to the two Hobbits that held their fates, as well as a prayer of the dead for their lost Elf. ************************* Sauron smiled as he looked over the sleeping Elf in his arms. Everything had been done with consent, he had no need to force anything, and he had surprised himself with how gentle he had been. He felt strongly for this one creature, but he didn't know what that feeling was. He ran a hand through the golden locks and pulled the heavy fur blanket down from Legolas' shoulders so he could see the Elf's face properly. There was no look of pain, no fear, no regret, no anger. Just solace. He kept one hand in the blonde hair as he lay back and thought about the suggestion that had been made. The Ring, ~his~ Ring. They would try to destroy it, Legolas wanted it destroyed. If he had it again, he could make Legolas his, he could keep the Elf with him just with that. But he knew that an Elf could die like that, as a slave. No, he wanted to give Legolas the freedom to choose. He wouldn't risk the Elf's immortal years for his own desire this time, Legolas had willingly given his body, perhaps he would willingly give his heart as well. Sauron sighed and wrapped an arm around Legolas' narrow shoulders, he could see the glazed sapphire eyes flick as dreams appeared before the Elf's mind. For once, since his own creation at the hands of the Valar, Sauron felt content as he was. **************************** Legolas yawned as he woke. A small, kitten-like sound escaped his throat and caused the chest his head was pillowed on to shake with a suppresed chuckle. Legolas looked up to see Sauron watching him. "Sleep well?" Legolas nodded and sat up slightly. He felt the heavy blanket fall to his waist and shivered slightly at the sudden loss of warmth. Sauron smiled and gathered the smaller form into his arms. With one arm, he reached down to retrieve the white robes Legolas had been wearing before. Legolas smiled and slipped them on. "I've come to a decision," Sauron said as he retrieved his own clothing and returning to the bed fully dressed. "You still have a day." Sauron pulled Legolas onto his lap, "I wouldn't need it. Do what you must. End this war." Legolas smiled and kissed Sauron sweetly. He pulled away suddenly and smiled playfully. Sauron sighed and shook his head. "You Elves are entirely too energetic." "You sound like Gimli." "Who?" "Gimli, my friend. And you're an Elf too now." Sauron smiled and lit up the sphere again, "Not quite." Legolas moved back over to Sauron and placed his head on a broad shoulder. "I need to think of a way to talk to Aragorn." "Do you wish to leave to do that?" Legolas shook his head, "They would not let me come back. Is there anyway to talk to him from here?" Sauron hesitated, "The Palantir." "I do not know how to use those." Legolas thought back to Orthanc, when Pippin had taken the Seeing Stone. "I will show you." Legolas studied Sauron's dark features intently. "You really want to end this war?" "I want you with me. If ending the war will give me that, then so be it. I will face the Valar for my actions and be judged if it meant that you wished to stay by my side." Legolas smiled and kissed Sauron's neck, "Then I will do all I can to bring peace so that I may stay by your side." Sauron smiled, "Come. I will show you the Palantir." Legolas stood and smoothed his clothing. Sauron looked him over before going to the deer-chest and moving the archer's old clothes to open it. Legolas watched curiously as Sauron produced a pair of white Elven shoes, resembling slippers. "Here, you will not appreaciate walking barefoot through here." Legolas nodded and slipped them on and followed Sauron from the bedroom and out of the larger outer room. The Hallway was of black stone and Legolas could feel the heat radiating from the floor, grateful for the shoes now. A few orcs looked at Legolas on their way down the corridor, but Sauron pulled him closer and gave the fell creatures a warning look. The orcs hurried away without looking back. Sauron led Legolas to a door and opened it. There was a short flight of stairs that led to another room. Lit only with a few burning torches, Legolas could see no decorations in the room. A lone pedestal held the black sphere in the center of the room. Much as Legolas assumed that Saruman had placed his. The Elf followed Sauron to the pedestal. Sauron lifted Legolas' left hand, holding the wrist lightly and placed it on the side of the cool sphere. "Concentrate on who you want to talk to. Picture him closely, and see where he is." Legolas gazed into the dark object and focused on his last memory of Aragorn. The room around him seemed to drop away. His vision narrowed to the sphere as it began to shift to an off-black shade and started to glow. He kept the image of his friend in his mind and saw the halls of Gondor. Aragorn seemed to appear before him, as if everything else no longer existed. "Legolas?!" "Aragorn." He could see the disbelief on his friend's face. "How can this be? We thought you were dead." Legolas smiled and shook his head. "No, I am quite alive. I am in Barad-Dur, using the Palantir." "Barad-Dur? Are you harmed lad? What has happened to you?" Gimli's voice drifted into the conversation and Aragorn glared down and to his right before focusing on Legolas. The Elf smiled, "I am fine. What wounds I have were from the battle and are nearly healed. I have not been harmed." Aragorn seemed to search Legolas' face for something. "We are preparing for battle, we'll get you out of there. You'll be safe soon Legolas." Legolas shook his head, "Aragorn, no. Do not attack. Please. I am able to stop this war. Please, do not attack." Aragorn's eyes widened, "What?! Legolas, what has been done to you? What spell has been placed? I'm sure Gandalf could-" "Aragorn! Listen to me. There is no spell. I have not been swayed. Please, let me do this. Do not attack." Aragorn stared at him and thought. He finally answered, "How long do you need?" Legolas smiled, "Three days. One to prepare, and one to reach Oroduin." "And the third?" "Spare." Aragorn nodded slowly, "Legolas, what is going through your mind? What has happened?" Legolas wondered how much he could say, "I have spoken with Sauron. He will give me this chance. Trust me, Aragorn." "Sauron?! Legolas, tell me what was said, now. There must be some spell-" "Aragorn! Stop it. You would not like what was said, and I would not tell you anyway. But please, trust me." "Legolas-" The vision faded as Legolas' energy left him and his concentration was broken. He felt Sauron's arms around him as he fell. Legolas felt himself being laid on the warm floor and looked up to the concerned eyes above him. "He gave me three days." Sauron nodded and brushed Legolas' hair aside. "What do you need to do?" "Go to where you forged the Ring. The Ringbearer should be there soon." Sauron seemed to stop for a moment before nodding, "I'll take you there." "No," Legolas sat up. "I will go myself. Should you handle the Ring, I fear that you may not release it." "I will not let you go alone," Sauron stated. "It is too dangerous for you." Legolas wanted to protest, but he couldn't find the energy, so he simply nodded. He felt the arms around him again, lifting him and cradling him against Sauron's chest. Sauron stood and brought him back to the bedroom. Legolas sighed and looked to the still open door to the garden. "Please, bring me to the garden? I want to hear the trees." Sauron smiled and nodded. He lay Legolas on the ground beneath one of the larger trees and sat down as well. Legolas sighed and curled up, resting his head on Sauron's lap and closing his eyes to rest. ********************** ~Gondor~ Aragorn looked at the Palantir in shock. A tap on his arm drew his attention to Gimli. The Dwarf was worried but trying not to show it. Their eyes met for a few seconds. "What has that damn Elf gotten into now?" Gimli asked, trying to hide behind a facade of anger. Aragorn turned away from the Palantir. "We wait three days before attacking. Inform the others of that." Gimli nodded and Aragorn looked to where Gandalf had just come in. Once Gimli had left, Aragorn walked over to the Istari. "Legolas is in Mordor, alive and unharmed." Gandalf's eyes widened, "How is this possible?" Aragorn shook his head, "I don't know. I think Sauron has him under some spell. I am holding back the attacks for three days for Legolas to try something." Gandalf nodded, "Launch the advance in the three days, if he is under Sauron's control, we may need to destroy him. If he truly has a plan for whatever may aid us in destroying the Dark Lord, he may be the one to turn this war in our favour." Aragorn nodded, "Three days will tell." Gandalf left to check on Pippin and Aragorn thought back to his encounter. Legolas had't been wearing the clothes he had been taken in. Instead of forests' green, he was dressed in white, and his hair seemed to be shining. It was not the appearance of someone in captivity. ******************************* Sauron smiled softly as he brushed a fallen leaf from Legolas' cheek. The Elf was resting peacefully. He would have some food brought later, or perhaps he should just allow Legolas to take some of the fruit hanging in the garden. He would bring Legolas to his forge tomorrow. And allow him to destroy the Ring. To destroy what had made him so powerful. For some reason, it didn't seem as troubling as before. Perhaps he could do it. *********************************************************************** at the temple of black gods i failed again for you - a chilvarous end for a man clandestine enthralling haze a docile sacrifice for your grace resurrect from the ban they put on you fall again - you will - what they foreknew only gods illuminate and just a slave to be is my fate and you will hear me siren´s calls of temptation teasing you no limit will be no taboo of imagination i´ll fill your void i will always savour you as i will always be your fool -"Casablanca"-Xandria ********************************* Legolas awoke alone. Stretching and looking around, he heard the trees whispering that Sauron had left a short time earlier. Standing, he found a few pieces of fruit on the bench and took one. He thought back to his conversation with Aragorn as he ate and walked into the bedroom. Aragorn was genuinely worried about him, as was Gimli. Legolas understood their concern, but he couldn't just tell them he had slept with Sauron, or that he was there willingly. There was no way they would understand, Aragorn least of all. He smiled as he remembered how protective the Man was, he would make a good king, he just needed to be set on track. Gimli, Legolas sighed as he thought what the Dwarf would do. Probably storm into Barad-Dur by himself and quite happily drag Legolas out. Now sitting on the bed, Legolas started to wonder where Sauron was. Finishing his fruit, Legolas stood and wandered out to the outer room. He saw Sauron there, dismissing an orc. Legolas smiled as he let Sauron take him in his arms. The taller form bent to place a kiss on Legolas' lips, a hand cupping his cheek and stroking his neck. They pulled away and Sauron smiled. "How are you feeling?" Legolas rested his head against the broad chest. "A little tired, but we must prepare to go." Sauron nodded, "The road is clear, nothing will hinder our path there. Are you certain you want to go now?" "The sooner, the better." "Alright, come then," Sauron took Legolas' hand and brought him back to the bedroom. "You must wear something a little more durable than those robes." Legolas smiled and picked up his old clothes from the chest. He quickly stripped off the robes and dressed. He pulled on his boots and stood. "My weapons?" Sauron shook his head, "The bow you used was not brought to me. Those white knives are in the chest." Legolas nodded, saddened by the loss of his gift from Lady Galadriel. He retrieved his knives and hung them from his belt since he had no sheath. Once he was ready, he joined Sauron by the door and they set out. ********** Sauron could sense the Ring close by and fought his desire to seek it out and claim it. He kept his hold on Legolas tight. The Elf had nearly been ill at the sight of the land, burying his face against Sauron's chest and trying to breath. Sauron could still see the light tears on Legolas' cheeks and wished that he could have kept the Elf in his bedroom, away from all of this. He could see the masked fear in Legolas' eyes for the first time in knowing him as the Elf looked at the mountain. Sauron was glad that Legolas had never looked at him that way. The forge was close, and with his form's Elven sight, Sauron could see two figures already there. They seemed small, no taller than that Gollum creature brought in to Mordor a year ago. Legolas gasped and started to run ahead, Sauron following closely. He could see one of the small creatures shake his head after looking into the depths of the fire and take out a silver chain. Sauron stopped, half covered by the shadows as he saw the Ring. He could take it now, take Legolas for his own, and destroy the Man that would kill him. He saw Legolas stop and turn to look at him, then spin to see the Ringbearer put the Ring on and vanish. He could see the little figure though, a faint outline in a shadow world Sauron seemed to always have one foot in. His gaze was drawn to the Ring and he was about to step out to take it. He had to have it again, he could take what he desired and no one would dare to stand against him. A sudden, enraged cry broke through his thoughts. *********************** Legolas could see the battle going on inside of Sauron and started to go back towards him. He felt like he should do something. The creature Gollum startled him and Legolas turned to see Gollum struggling with 'air'. Sauron started to take a few steps forward and Legolas placed a hand on his arm to stop him. Suddenly, Sauron threw Legolas aside as if he were nothing. The Elf cried out as his right wrist, not yet completely healed, struck the ground hard. "Mister Legolas?" Sam seemed to be in shock between Frodo's sudden corruption and Legolas' appearance. Legolas was looking at Sauron with wide eyes and the latter stared at Legolas as if he didn't know what had happened. Gollum's triumphant laugh and Frodo's cry of pain drew them both back to what was happening. Frodo seemed just to fall back, until Gollum grabbed his cloak as he started to lose his footing. Seeing that Frodo was about to be pulled into the fire, Legolas jumped up and grabbed him. Gollum latched onto the Elf instead, causing them both to lose their balance and fall. **************************** ~Gondor~ Aragorn was pacing now, Gimli seeming to sulk as he leaned against a wall. Gandalf came in suddenly. "It is done." The two looked at the Istari. "What is done?" Aragorn demanded. "The war. I no longer feel the Ring's presence. It has been destroyed." Gimli jumped up from his place, "The Elf did it then." Gandalf looked saddened, "I cannot tell. But Sauron is defeated. All in his dominion either freed or destroyed. What has been built there falls in on itself." Aragorn was torn between joy that the war was done, and that Legolas was gone... ***************************** Sauron jumped into action as he saw Legolas fall. He threw himself to the edge of the crack and grabbed onto what he could. Looking down, tears filled his eyes for the first time in all the Ages or Arda. He pulled Legolas to safety and held him close, crying tears of relief as he held the Elf as close as physically possible. He looked to the small creatures, the one that had addressed Legolas was doing the same thing to the Ringbearer and Sauron's first thought was that maybe he wasn't so different from the other races of Middle-earth. "We need to get out of here," Legolas said weakly, burned from the heat of the fire and already wounded. Sauron stood and whistled. One of the mounts used to bear the Nazgul appeared above them. He placed Legolas on and looked to the small creatures, the Ringbearer already unconscious. "Come, you need to leave as well." The little one looked to Legolas before nodding. Sauron picked the two up and Legolas took them. Sauron got on behind the Elf and signalled for the dark creature to leave. He cast a regretful glance at the crumbling towers of Barad-Dur before urging the steed on to the edge of the Mountains. The little creature still awake in Legolas' arms looked at him warily. "If you don't mind my asking, who are you?" Sauron smiled slightly, knowing that Legolas was mirroring the action. "No one," he answered. Moving to wrap an arm around Legolas, Sauron spoke words that had never left his mouth before with certain clarity and only for the ears of his Elf; "I love you." *********************************************************************** There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven. There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it makes me wonder. There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who standing looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder. And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter. If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on. And it makes me wonder. Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, The piper's calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll. And she's buying a stairway to heaven. -"Stairway to Heaven"-Led Zeppelin *************************************** Sauron stood in the shadows of the mountains, watching as the Men of Gondor found the two little Hobbits. He looked to the golden Elf next to him, his eyes saddening as he saw Legolas wince. "Are you certain that you will not go?" Legolas nodded, "I told you, I was going to stay by you." "Not if it's going to cost you your life." Legolas waved him off, "A few burns and a broken wrist. I'll heal." "Now what?" Legolas smiled, "Well, now you need a name." Sauron smiled. He had not been seen by anyone in this form, no one but Legolas and the little Hobbit Samwise had seen him. And Sam didn't know who he was. Legolas had convinced the Hobbit not to tell anyone about them, only to tell the others that he hadn't died. He wouldn't see any of them for a while. Sam had agreed reluctantly, trusting that his friend knew what he was doing. "Haithin." Legolas made a face, "No." "What do you suggest?" Legolas thought for a minute before kissing his lover sweetly. "Meldamir." The newly named Elf smiled, "If you wish." When the Ring and all assosciated with it was destroyed, Sauron lost what powers he had, becoming an Elf as Legolas was. His eyes had changed to a deep shade of brown and Legolas commented that he looked like one of the Noldor. He had laughed and kissed the tip of Legolas' nose. It felt like he had been reborn. He was free to do as he wished in a way he never thought possible. There were no tethers to his old life, with the exception of one day facing Eonwe to bring him before Manwe and Varda. But until that day, he would stay with Legolas, see Arda as an Elf. Redeem himself. Once the Men were gone, Legolas took his hand and pulled him into the light. "Where are we going to go?" Legolas grinned, "Have you ever met an Ent?" *********************************************************************** That's it! Should I make it into a series? Or should it stay like this? Ah..so many choices. I'll prolly make it into a series. Did you enjoy the fruit of my strange mind? Let me know!!! Haithin-"Lost" Meldamir-"Beloved One"