Fan Fiction ❯ Demons in the Dark ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title: Demons in the Dark
Author: Missa thegunbykid@hotmail.com
Website: Museboyz
Archive: Ask first, please
Rating: R (violence, implied sex)
Pairing: Legolas/Elladan
Disclaimer: Alas, that they were mine. They are not. I'm just borrowing them.
Feedback: is much desired.

Summary: Some twenty odd years before the Fellowship leaves Imladris, an argument between lovers prompts rash actions with harsh consequences.

Notes: Thanks as always to jambery for the beta, even though it's out of fandom for her.

Also, I know very little about Elvish healing. If it doesn't make sense, it's probably because I made it up.

Italics indicate memory or dreams, or emphasis.

Commonly used Sindarin words:

Ai: Oh!
pen-neth: young one
muindor: brother
gwador: sworn brother, not those by blood
Ada: dad
melethron: lover
a'maelamin: lover
ernil-nín: my prince
ion nín: my son

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Legolas was aware that he was being tracked. His horse had become skittish about the time he had heard the Orcs rustling in the brush as they followed him. The Mirkwood Prince pushed Lach harder, hoping to put some distance between himself and Morgoth's servants, cursing himself for letting his anger take control, and being so rash as to leave Imladris alone.

Apparently, he thought wryly as the first arrow whizzed by his head, the road between Imladris and Mirkwood was no longer secure.

Legolas drew his bow and uttered a few soft words to his horse. Lach had been faithful to him for more years than Legolas could count, and had seen battle on many occasions.

As the Orcs surged around them, Legolas pressed his horse on. It was a small group, as traveling bands of Orcs went, but still he was only able to get off a few arrows before the disgusting creatures swarmed the already tired horse and drew the rider into close combat. He stabbed at the dark ones with the arrow already in his hand before notching it and firing it off, then swapping bow for twin knives also strapped to his back.

The Orcs had counted on the rider being tired and worn, evidenced by the small group. But they had chosen the wrong target. Legolas hadn't been riding for so long that he was exhausted, and he was still fueled by the flames of anger that had prompted him to leave Imladris alone in the first place. Legolas fought hard with his twin knives, his bow useless at such close quarters.

The Orcs were slowly forcing the horse and rider off the road. Legolas continued to prompt Lach in a backward motion, hoping to be able to make a sudden break. The horse grew tense as the battle moved under the trees. Lach skittered trying to dodge the ugly advancing creatures at the same time that Legolas was trying to keep his mount steady. He couldn't risk being dismounted; so long as he was on Lach, he had an advantage.

As Legolas shifted to strike out at an Orc that got too close, Lach dodged in the opposite direction. In an effort to stay mounted, Legolas dropped one of his knives and grabbed hold of Lach's mane, pulling himself upright as a searing pain lanced across his back from shoulder to shoulder.

Hissing in pain, Legolas sat up and twisted around, slitting the throat of the Orc that had cut him with his remaining knife. Lach continued to dance backwards away from the dark creatures while Legolas fought on, his back on fire. Somewhere in the back of his mind he noted that the blade had probably been poisoned, but he didn't have time to put it into rational thought as he continued to fight off the creatures.

Lach dodged again as the Orcs pressed the attack. Legolas realized their strategy; they would try to bring down the horse to get to the rider. Legolas kicked out at an Orc that got too close, catching it in the head. The Orcs backed off slightly and Legolas took advantage of the moment and forced Lach to take a few long strides back.

Legolas heard a snapping sound and looked down, blue eyes growing wide as they started to fall through a leaf carpet into a large hole. Lach whinnied, panicking, scrabbling with hoofs to maintain purchase on the solid ground in front of him. Legolas fell from the horse as the animal toppled backwards. The ground rushed up to meet the blonde prince and then darkness claimed him.