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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 161- Cat Scratch Fever

Summary: A black cat crosses Josie's path bringing more bad luck to the Dorwinion castle. Narcisse is off kilter. Charles and Francis unite but not in agreement over their mother. Mary feels deep guilt of her knowledge. Francis gets under Josie's skin. She and Lola speak more about Narcisse's past. A cut won't heal. Bash has a scary story to tell. Josie panics over a possible resurrection.

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, censored gif, sexual references, murder mentions

Chapter characters: Josie, Narcisse, Charles, Francis, Mary, Lola, Bash

Chapter word count: 8,447

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When you got to Stephane's chambers, all was quiet after you knocked well over three times and called to him. Odd it seemed, considering the guard had told you Narcisse said it was urgent, so now you became concerned.

"Stephane?!" you loudly called to him one more time and wriggled the locked door handle.

Suddenly, you saw a shadow moving rapidly pacing about under the door and heard Stephane's charcoal gray magical Maine Coon cat Merlin, crying and clawing at the door. The crying swiftly then turned into a low emitted growl as if something were frightening him.

"Merlin sweety? What's wrong?" you asked as you bent down and placed your fingers under the door so you could scratch his chin, but he wanted no part of it. Instead, he began to hiss.

Something was wrong. Merlin was no "pussy" per se. In fact, he was quite the bad ass like all cats believed they were, so the scaredy cat persona was completely out of character for the long locked beauty of a beast.

"Alright honey. I'm coming in." you warned and gave the door handle an electric zap with a single twirl of your finger.

The latch made a loud click and then you cautiously pushed the creaking door open.

"MROWWW!!!" Merlin screeched and sped out of the room so fast, you almost tripped over him.

The room was dimly lit with all the curtains closed and on the sofa laid a sprawled out sleeping Stephane with one hand clutching an empty goblet over his stomach and the other hand grazing the floor with dried blood all over it.

Gasping, you quickly made your way to him, finding yourself crunching over a broken and bloodied shards of a mirror upon the floor. Kneeling down beside him, your widened eyes studied his chest to make sure he was breathing, which he was but it had a low raspy sound to it that reminded you of a....tiger's growl?? and he reeked of whiskey. Believing he was just snoring and intoxicated, you studied him over some more, especially his injured hand as you gently picked it up by his wrist so that you wouldn't shock him.

Angling his hand about to assess it, you noticed his gold ring, the one he always fidgeted with when he was anxious or lying. You had never paid much attention to the details of the ring before but now you could see it bore two gemstones, side by side as one piece that reminded you of the yin and yang symbol, for one stone was a black onyx and the other was a white moonstone. You knew that yin was of darkness and yang was of light. Could that be what the ring symbolized?

Moving your eyes on to his knuckles, they were all tore up so it was apparent that he had punched the mirror, but why was the question? Your hunch was the combination of the booze and his anger at you stemming from Haldir's spontaneous lip lock that he witnessed and possibly even something to do with Catherine's eldest son making an unannounced arrival that Stephane had clearly been upset about.

In that moment, Stephane had been dreaming. It was the day you first came to Dorwinion and he found you his red clover field searching for Haldir's gifted dreamcatcher you had dropped in the colossal cluster. At least he thought it was you as he viewed your long wavy scarlet strands from behind. Upon the woman's turning around, he found himself uttering the same words of shock that exited his lips that day and it wasn't the only shock he got.

"It is....you."

"Here kitty kitty kitty. Miss me? I've sure missed you. It's time to wake up once again, just as I had awoken the beast once before." Caroline cackled, forming her wicked grin and then clutched his hand, sending a burning jolt of juice through him, much like the one you and he experienced that day when your hands touched.

Feeling bad about his hand, you softly laid your hand over his wounds to heal him and in doing so, the electric current that you and he shared when your hands touched, shot right through both of you, startling him awake. But it wasn't Narcisse that you awakened.

Towering over your cowered body as you laid upon the floor in sheer terror, was a snarling and salivating beastly black panther with razor fangs as white as pearls and eyes that burned of the sun...and gusting from his roaring lungs was a fiery breath not of peppermint, but of black pepper.

"AHHH CHOOO!" you uncontrollably sneezed, spraying out a mist of sparkling silver water droplets into the ferocious feline's face.

He roared in pain and swung his paws in a frenzy at his eyes, giving you enough time to run and hide behind Stephane's liquor bar to try and rationally think of what to do, for this colossal cat was Narcisse and you didn't want to hurt him with your magic if you didn't have to, although it seemed you accidentally already had.

You were planted in a panic against the wooden bar, holding as still as you could as your frantic eyes scoured the darkness for movement and your ears searched for sound. Surely the beast would find you by sniffing you out, especially now that you noticed the palm of your hand had been scratched by the creature's claws and was bleeding. What in the hell was happening?? You knew nothing of his shapeshifting power. How the fuck did Narcisse transform into a giant fucking black cat before your very eyes and WHY?????

Your shallow breaths ceased as you heard grunting and groaning and then all went quiet again. As you prepared to counter attack in the least harmful way possible, you were grabbed by the arm and swiftly pulled to your feet by a sweating Stephane.

"Are you alright Jo???" he panted, steadying himself on the bar as you gaped at him in a frightful confusion.

"I...I...uh...umm...yes. I..think I should be asking YOU that??"

Narcisse glanced around, seemingly disoriented. "I...I don't feel so well."

He began to lean and fall, but you caught him and assisted him back to the sofa.

"What...what did you do to me??" he groaned and plopped onto his back, rubbing his eyes similarly to how the elephantine ebony cat had done.

"I...I don't..know?? I..I didn't mean to do anything. Lie still. I'll get you a wet rag soaked in healing water."

You cleaned your hand in the water which seemed to have ceased the bleeding, then quickly came back and sat beside him, forcing his rebelling hands away by his wrists in order not to shock him again and then laid the cool cloth over his inflamed eyes.

Narcisse made a frown as he licked his lips. "Silverbane. I can taste it. You sprayed me with fucking silverbane."

"W..what? I..how? and...I thought you were immune to poison??"

"Well apparently I am not to yours which you seem to have as a built in defense mechanism. I really wish you'd get your magical shit together Jo." he blindly griped with gritted teeth as he held the rag firmly over his eyes.

"But...even I can be hurt by Silverbane?? So how do I...oh wait..." you gasped. "It's just like Garrett. He can be hurt by fire, but yet he has fire power inside of him....and at Lestat's...I....I almost forgot....I had somehow conjured up Silverbane from thin air and blew it at my mother when she had almost depleted all of Garrett's blood."

"And yet once again, we are back to the vicious vampire." Stephane snarled as he snapped the rag to the floor with a huff and sat up.

He was somewhat right, you supposed. There you were, referencing Garrett after what you could describe as a cruel and vicious vision he sent you only moments earlier in your chambers. Even so, what you recalled was all still very relevant which would never matter to Stephane.

"You speak to me about being vicious after I just watched you turn into a very large vicious cat???? No wonder Merlin hightailed his ass out of here. Even he was afraid....and...so were you, for my safety. I can only assume that this is what was so urgent? What the hell is going on Stephane???"

"What's going on is that I'm a bit incapacitated at the moment which you seemed to have forgotten." he defensively deflected in which you immediately pointed out.

"Stop deflecting. Here. Let me heal you and...."

"No! Do not touch me Jo. A bath in the healing waters will do just fine." Narcisse barked as he abruptly scooted away from your extended hand.

"Ok, then at least let me help you."

"I'm perfectly capable of taking a bath...alone. Don't you have some place better to be? Like say...Mirkwood?"

Narcisse rose and headed for his bar to pour another drink, for his nerves were now unbearable after what had happened.

You flung to your feet and followed him. "YOU asked me to come here to your room...and now you want me to leave...and...for good?? What, kicking Haldir out wasn't pleasurable enough for you??? You want me to travel with my child when Harker is stalking all of us???" you reeled with stinging wet eyes.

Stephane's eyes refrained from yours as he knocked his drink back and poured another. Of course he didn't want you to go but his pride wasn't about to let you know that.

"Oh it was quite pleasurable to send the Lorien sprite packing. You have Legolas now since I see I now have more unwanted guests in my castle. He will keep you and Leean safe on your travels."

Narcisse turned without so much of a glance at you and walked to the other side of the sitting room with you once again following.

"You heartless son of a bitch! Have you forgotten why I am even here???! I need that book to stop Jareth!!"

An angry tear jetted down your cheek as you sharply blinked from Stephane's aggressive advance into your face.

"Heartless??!!!!! After ALL I have done for you and your company! All of the kindness I have offered you that I have never given to anyone else! Sleeping in my bed right after I confessed I was in love with you and I even pathetically allowed myself to shed tears at your feet over the fear of losing you. You also allowed me to love that little girl. YOU are the one who has forgotten! ALL you care about are the elves and that fucking vampire. You played me well Josephine. Beat me at my own past games of using someone for pleasures of the flesh. I can see I was right when I had once told you that you were a worthy opponent because no other has ever possessed the ability to make me feel less than I was and I can see no possible means of recovery from it. But I guess I have no one to blame except myself for letting my defenses down and letting you in, allowing you to see me bare in more ways than just my skin. Do you remember when I told you that?? That if you and I were to dive into those waters, that is what you would see? But the thing is...you don't see me! And you never will. I will never make that mistake again. I opened my heart to you. I told you things I would never tell a single soul. I threw you the grandest of birthday parties to make you feel better and because you hadn't had one since you were a child. I risked my life and men for you! I have even saved you from yourself! And for what?? To watch you kiss both Haldir and Garrett. Maybe, instead of standing here tearing my own self worth to shreds, I need to realize that I am not less just because I was much more than your inexperienced little hands could handle."

"Please...please stop Stephane. This was never about who you are. I know I hurt you and I am so very sorry, but I swear I never used you. I genuinely care for you, ALL of you and appreciate all you have done for me and Leann, or I would already be running after what I had just witnessed. I don't want to lose you too. Why can't we just please sit down and talk about this...really talk and listen and stop trying to hurt each other?? Let me try to fix this."

Narcisse knew that he had already scraped the bottom of the barrel with all he had just said and now he knew he must go even lower. You just weren't safe with him anymore.

"Because I have come to see it is no longer worth it. You...are not worth it and never were. It IS very much about who I am. It's about who everyone is because no one is your precious King or even Garrett, for they are all you speak of. No one else is good enough for you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we." he growled with cold eyes and walked away again.

This time you did not follow, but stood there with a gaping mouth as many tears now fell.

Pouring himself more of the liquid courage to help him proceed in ripping both of your hearts out some more in order to push you away, Stephane drank it down, hesitating to turn and face you, for he could feel your tears and to see it would break him, so he remained a coward and faced the bar, then reluctantly began to continue on about Catherine.

"I called you here to inform you in person about Catherine so you wouldn't be blindsided by her release. Is that what a heartless person would do?"

"Catherine's....re...lease??" you stammered. "Wh...why on earth would you do such a thing????"

"I do believe that is none of your business. My castle, my rules and it's about time people start respecting that. I told you what you needed to know, now what you need to do is pack up your daughter and go back home with Legolas after this night."

"Are...are you insane??? Not only is Harker out there but so are Jareth's orcs! They attacked Legolas and Aragorn and almost killed the man who is travelling with them!"

"Insane? I have been called much worse, although I am sure many would be inclined to agree with you. Now, you can take your opinion and run along. I have a much needed bath awaiting before entertaining the enemies."

Narcisse gulped down the last of his bottle, then grabbed a robe and stormed out of the room, leaving you not only reeling at his lack of giving a shit but also wondering where he was even going since his bath was right there in his chambers, so once again, you followed him.

The room you entered consisted of a sizeable stone pool surrounded by dim candlelight and the air scented of floral fragrance, for upon the opaque water floated multiple flower petals. Pink roses if you were to guess.

Stephane stared at you with a scowl and undressed right before your stunned eyes, then scoffed when you promptly turned away upon the removal of his leather pants.

"As if you have never viewed my cock before. Why are you still here??" he griped as he yanked his ring off, then threw that and his robe to the floor.

The Yin and Yang gemstone clanked it's way to your feet. Keeping your back to the very nude Narcisse, you snatched it up.

"Oh stop with the infantile theatrics for once. You know why I'm here. You don't get to drop a bomb on me like that about Catherine and just walk away. I demand to know why you would set her free!!"

You trembled as you could feel him creeping up behind you. It wasn't because you feared him but because of how intimidated you were by his bare form. Not only had you laid your eyes upon the splendid sight of sculpted beauty a few times before, but you had also laid your body on it as well, so why were you so damn nervous??

"YOU will demand nothing of me." he snarled into your ear as he reached around you and swiftly snatched the ring right back out of your hand, but not fast enough to avoid the electrifying current. Gasping in unison with you, Narcisse quickly made his way into the vat of sparkling liquid and sat down to conceal his waxing wood, for the shock had greatly aroused him.

Slowly, you turned to face him once you heard the slosh of his descent beneath the water.

"Well then, I guess Catherine being on the loose is the lesser of two evils with what else has been released!"

"Alright, I'll bite. What do you mean?" he firmly asked while sitting stiffer than the stiffness below him.

"It's what I have been trying to tell you and why I need to find Ashmole. Jareth has done it. He has risen the dead, just like that psychic woman told me at my party or...I should say, like Peter told me in that vision I saw of him and now...he will come for me! I cannot leave here Stephane! Or you would be handing me right to him."

"And just how is it that you know this?"

"How do you not?? You know he has the three page spell to do it, no thanks to my mind altered father and just before I came to you today, I...I had another vision. It was...it was the vampire Kate. I saw her, with a head and all and...with Garrett. My visions are just like my dreams, both of the present and future and they are increasing and if I saw Kate, then many more are out there somewhere, waiting for something, something that I fear will change our lives forever. I fear a war is coming for the winter solstice. An army of the dead. I feel it. Even Legolas senses something sinister in the air."

Narcisse's bright blues gaped at the water in realization that your words were true. Jareth was the reason Rahl had resurrected and in that moment, he saw his denounced dark half reflecting back at him in the ripples, clawing at his soul to fully emerge from the grave...a box bound by 7 iron chains buried deep inside of Stephane's mind where he had cast him out to, but he could feel the chains breaking, one by one as if it were the rapture.

"Ahhh, I see now. That is what has your panties all in a bunch. Once again, it is because of Garrett. You're jealous."

"W...what??? What the hell is wrong with you??!! THAT is all you can speak of after what I just told you?? Not to mention AGAIN that you are releasing Catherine and having some party tonight as if Harker and the dead are not upon us! Oh, and there's the fact that you shapeshifted into a wild cat larger than Blaze! Seriously, what is happening? WHO are you and what have you done with Stephane???"

Stephane's expression was sullen and his gaze soulless, much like the soulless orbs of the animal that preyed upon you moments earlier. A soulless animal he once told you he was not and his words were as icy and cold as his dilated blues.

"The man you speak of no longer exists."

As you stood frozen by his words, he rose from the water. It was a shimmering sight that you now could not remove your eyes from no matter how hard you tried, almost as if magic were being used upon you, breaching your shield.

Narcisse slowly approached you in a most tantalizing manner, the water dripping and glistening over every inch of his masculine form as if he had been slathered in baby oil as his cock gave you it's undivided and full attention.

"I'm a monster. Refume by unfortunate events and given breath by necessity."

You took a staggering step back, unable to breathe. Unable to break the animal magnetism radiating between your bodies until his pupils glowed of the sun once more, followed by a low emitted growl that vibrated through his adam's apple.

Gasping, you stumbled back and found yourself racing out the door and down the hall, constantly glancing behind you, expecting to once again see the melanistic monster with paws measuring the size of both your hands combined, charging after you, but instead, you ran smack dab into Charles as you turned the corner.

"My lady?!! You...you look a fright." the young warlock exclaimed as his arms clutched tightly around your waist.

"I..." you panted and swung your head around to see an empty quiet hall behind you. "I...oh gosh. Well now I am just embarrassed." you softly said as you released Charles while a handful of people he had been speaking with, all stared at you.

"I was just...in a hurry...that's all. I apologize for my clumsiness." you explained, glancing behind you once more.

"Are you sure that is all it is? It would seem as if you believed something were...chasing you?"

His eyes were concerned and confused and you had to wonder if Charles knew of his father's "condition", but you certainly were not going to ask in front of the all the eyes still upon you.

"Oh no, no. I just need to go refresh for this evening's gathering, so I...I will just be on my way now. I'll see you then."

You awkwardly smiled and quickly resumed your path but once you came to the end of the hall, Francis and Mary rounded the corner. As the King and Queen of Lake Town passed you, Francis had slowed his pace to lock his baby blues with yours once again. He also offered you a slight head bow and a subtle smile, then continued on his way to call out to his half brother Charles.

Out of curiosity, you stood by the exit to watch as Charles turned with a sizeable smile.

"Francis." he raved and gave a hand swaying bow to the golden haired King.

Francis skipped the formal greeting altogether and went straight to embrace his little brother as Mary kept her distance and watched as well.

You knew nothing really about Francis but from what you could see, he truly cared for Charles and vice versa.

The two stood and conversed, but not loud enough for you to hear, so after a moment, you turned to leave, only to be startled by Mary.

"Oh..my!" you halted and gasped as your hand planted onto your chest.

"Oh dear, my apologies. Forgive me. I did not mean to frighten you. I am Mary. And you are Queen Josephine of Mirkwood?"

"Y..yes...I.."

"I am sorry we did not have the chance to meet when you and your King were in Lake Town. My King and I were away on business. Luckily I suppose, considering the dragon's destruction. I would like to thank you for your aid in ridding of the foul creature and I...I offer you my...condolences over King Thranduil."

"Thank you." you simply and softly replied as your eyes fell.

Her eyes fell too as she fidgeted with her clasped fingers that laid upon the beaded bodice of her golden gown, that from the waist down, looked as if a thousand ducks had been plucked to assemble it. The girl was most likely no older than you with long waves of dark chocolate hair coordinating with her coffee hues and in them was a pool of true sorrow. Mary knew of the breath that Thranduil still took and may have been aiding her own King in Narcisse's blackmailing, but she was far from content with it. She did it only for the happiness of Francis so his mother could be free, even when she herself knew what Catherine was, for the two always clashed. No one was good enough for Catherine's son, whom Mary deeply loved. And because of that love, she couldn't even imagine what you must be going through.

"A...penny for your thoughts?" you asked the suddenly distant girl who you just realized probably did not even know what a penny was. "Oh...sorry. It's just...modern day currency where I'm from."

Mary's rosy lipped smile grew wide as she giggled. "Oh, I know what it is. My late father-in-law was the greediest man in all of middle earth. He traveled far and wide and had quite the colossal collection of riches, even pennies, which he had mounds of."

Well, that explained to you why Peter ended up there in his search for you and bought the emerald pendant from the abhorrent Alfrid just before Thranduil had captured him. If anyone was a greedy bastard, it was piggish Peter.

"I just...I feel terrible for what you have been through. Word travels far." she continued, then smiled again. "I'll take my penny now."

"Well." you smiled back. "If I come across one again, I will give it to you."

"That would be nice. I know they are not worth much, but to be gifted one from a beautiful Queen would be quite the treasure. It is nice to meet you Josephine. I hope we will see more of each other. I better tend to my husband. He and Charles seem to be in a disagreement of sorts."

You smiled and turned to see and hear the two young men quarreling and you knew exactly what it pertained to. Catherine being released, for Charles was greatly opposed to it and it was quite apparent that Charles had the better head upon his youthful shoulders when it came to her true colors.

"Just ask Josie! She'll tell you!" Charles shouted and motioned for you to come over.

"I do not need to hear her side, for it is not her decision." Francis firmly stated.

"And it is yours?? This is not your castle. It is my father's!"

"And he has agreed to free her. She is our mother Charles. She will not be treated like an animal! Why on earth would you side with the man who destroyed our family??"

Charles scoffed at his brother and quickly turned to you, where you stood hiding slightly behind Mary.

"Is this true?? Did my father agree to release her???" he asked in desperation.

"I...Charles...I'm..sorry. He...has and.."

"Unbelievable!" he snapped and spun back to Francis. "She coerced our sister into using black magic to kill a King vampire, which could have brought a war to our lands that we would surely lose and she also forced her into helping to poison a Lorien elf! And now our sister faces being banished from here with a newborn child!"

"Claude is a grown woman and made her own choices. She was not forced. She will be better off away from here anyways and to return with me to Lake Town, our home Charles! Where you should be as well."

"THIS is my home. I will go nowhere with you, nor will my sister!! You're as mad as our mother! I am going to go have words with my father!"

Charles stormed past you, but you grasped his arm. "Charles, no! I...umm, Narcisse...he's...he's in a bad way at the moment and I would not advise a confrontation. Trust me...please." you pleaded with worried but stern eyes which Charles seemed to understand.

He stiffened up straight and sighed as he lifted his chin to glare at Francis.

"I don't know what you have done to my father, but know this. This is far from over...brother."

Your heart was racing as Charles marched off, for you were praying he would heed your warning about Narcisse. Charles may have been merely 19 years old, but he was hot headed and certainly no push over, just like his father.

Francis turned to you with a smile, showing no sign of shame or regret over the dispute. It was as if it had not even happened.

"My lady. We have not been properly introduced. I am King Francis of Lake Town and I am honored to be in the presence of such beauty."

The audacious blonde bowed down, then took your hand and kissed it right on front of Mary, making you feel terribly awkward and bad for her.

You gently and politely as possible, slipped your hand out of his and forced a smile, when really, all you wanted to do was slap him.

"I...I am Josephine."

"Oh I know exactly who you are. A queen as well. It is such a shame to hear about your King. I suppose now I will have to confer with Legolas for our trades. Or maybe...I shall speak with you instead? I would greatly prefer that. Maybe over some dinner and wine?"

The words going through your mind at that moment were far from queen like. The nerve of this jackass...oh god, Josie, calm down. Breathe. You glanced at Mary, who remained silent with her head hung low, fidgeting again with her hands.

"It is King Legolas and he would be the one to speak business with is usually not discussed over dinner and wine."

The look in his blue eyes told you he was turned on by the way you shut him down.

"We can always skip the business then and just enjoy each other's company. In the meantime, I'll let you ponder on that. Mary...come. I must go see my mother now."

Francis walked off, not even waiting for Mary, so you quickly stopped her.

"I...I am so sorry for that. Please know, I..I would never..."

She softly smiled and took your hand. "It is alright. You are not his first conquest and certainly will not be his last. I..I must go."

As you watched her catch up to Francis, you wondered the same thing that Charles had asked...how did he get Narcisse to free Catherine? Off you then went as well, for you needed to speak to Lola about Stephane's past once more.

Lola was rocking Leean's cradle and singing softly to her when you arrived and you noticed her tears before she quickly turned away to wipe them.

"Lola?? Is everything alright?"

"Oh yes." she proclaimed as she turned with a smile. "Don't mind me. I was just thinking of my mother after we had spoke of her earlier. She used to sing to me and Leean really likes it. Even more so when you do it."

"I am so sorry Lola. I never meant to upset you. I...I miss my mother too. Well, the one I used to know as a child wearing rose colored glasses. Lola, I don't mean to change the subject but...when we spoke of Narcisse earlier, you said there was a time when he was different? Could you elaborate a little more on that because...something is very wrong with him. It's like....it's like there are two of him."

"Yes, that is kind of how he was from what my mother told me. Not kind at all and he dressed much differently. Robes and such, mostly of a scarlet red. Longer hair, dark as coal and his scent was different as well...kind of like..."

"Pepper??" you abruptly interrupted.

"Y...yes? I believe so."

You paced about for a moment in deep thought, fidgeting with your own hand, for it was itching something awful, then you stopped to look at her.

"You're certain it was Narcisse and not a...twin? I know you said before that you did not believe him to have any other brother but Bash, but you were just a child. It's just that... he told me something once that is not adding up now."

"I suppose I cannot be certain. I never saw or knew the Narcisse my mother described and he..."

"He what?" you asked when Lola had paused in thought.

"Well, he...he went by some other name too, I...suppose there could be a twin? If so, he surely never speaks of him. There's only one other person that would most likely know. His brother...Bash."

"Was the name...Lord Rahl??"

"I...yes. Yes, that sounds right. I think it was?"

That is where you would head next, to Bash, for now you were worried that if there was an evil dark twin like Stephane had told you there was, was he the one you had just encountered?? Had he done something with the real Narcisse and taken his place?? Because Lola confirmed the scent of pepper and that is exactly what you smelled. Although Stephane told you that he killed Rahl, it was certainly possible he was brought back by Jareth. OR...were Narcisse and Rahl the same entity? Holy shit.

"Lola..I...I have to go. I..I will see you and Leean tonight for the dinner party and I want you both to stay at Legolas' side. I will find him and send him back here to get you."

As you turned to go refresh, Lola gasped.

"Josie?? Your hand...it's bleeding!"

You also gasped as your eyes gaped at the blood trickling down your fingers.

"Owww, god." you groaned as you quickly squeezed a cloth into your fist, then sat down, for you suddenly felt dizzy and overheated.

"What happened?" Lola asked as she promptly brought you a pitcher of healing water, then sat beside you to help clean the wound.

Not wanting to tell her the whole story just yet until you spoke to Bash, you decided to fib...just a little.

"I..uh...broke a mirror earlier and...cut my hand when I was cleaning it up."

Lola pried open your clenched fist and removed the cloth.

"Oh my. Josie, that's pretty deep and looks...possibly infected."

It did. The gash was slightly blackened around the edges and it burned, and strangely, even more so when Lola patted it with the water soaked cloth.

"Mmmmph." you flinched. "I'm sure it will be fine after I soak it for awhile."

"Maybe you should have the healers look at it? You...you seem a bit pale."

If only Thranduil were here, you thought as tears stung your eyes. He would heal you right up with one touch of his soft magical hand.

"I'm alright. The sight of blood has always made me feel queasy."

The dizziness seemed to have passed, so you took the pitcher into the wash room and filled the sink basin, then held your breath as you submersed your hand. Five seconds was all you could withstand before you had to abruptly withdraw.

"Jesus!" you cringed and then noticed a sizzling effect on the cut of both sight and sound.

"It's like it's fucking holy water. I should be asking YOU Narcisse or whomever you are, what YOU did to me??" you complained under your breath while you angrily wrapped and secured a clean dry cloth around your hand.

"Lola, if Leggy comes back while I'm gone, tell him I went to speak to Bash and that I will be back soon. We can all go to the dinner together. Keep this door locked until then. it is to only be opened for myself or Legolas. If Narcisse happens to show up, you tell him, through the door, that I am not here and that Leean is sleeping so he'll go away."

"Through...the door? Josie...what is going...."

You were out the door and rushing down the hall before she could finish. One way or another, you had to find out the truth because it now seemed that danger not only lurked outside of the castle walls, but still remained inside of them as well.

"Bash!" you loudly whispered against his chamber door as you briskly tapped upon it. "I need to speak to you again. It's urgent."

"It's open." he called to you.

Upon your swift entry, you found Sebastian leaning against the wall by the open balcony doors, looking as if he had seen a ghost. Had he?

"Bash?? Is something wro...."

You froze solid as you came into view of the dead blackbirds scattered about the terrace floor. Slowly, you walked past him with wide eyes to get a better look, praying one of them was not your Freddy, the ridiculous name Garrett had given your crow over his Scooby Doo fetish.

As you visually searched through the feathered carcasses, you soon sighed heavily in relief because they were all too small to be your faithful friend.

"Bash...w..what caused this??"

"Mayhem and death. Birds fall from the sky when evil witches like him are near."

"Him?? Are you speaking of Harker?"

You had only known Bash for merely 2 months, but in that short time, you could tell he was a warlock warrior who feared nothing, not even Harker who had almost killed him...but in that moment, he looked absolutely terrified. And he was, for he had all the answers you sought and although it was a secret to have never escaped his lips, Bash knew this time, he had to tell you and later face the consequences.

"No...my..brother."

"Narcisse...did this?"

"Rahl." he simply stated with a horrified stare into your eyes.

"So....Narcisse does have a twin." you whispered as you clutched your burning hand. "Bash...I...he told me he was dead but...I think this Rahl was one of the many Jareth has conjured back from the dead with that spell and I think he has done something with Stephane!!"

"Twin? There is no twin. My brother Stephane and Rahl are very much one and the same." Bash verified and then glanced at the dead birds. "The only difference is that everything Stephane is, Rahl is the opposite of."

You had to sit down. You knew this was a possibility, but to have it be validated was overwhelming. Stephane had what you would know as...D.I.D. Dissociative Identity Disorder, otherwise known as a split personality or an alter...but who was the true identity? At least now you knew Stephane wasn't being held captive somewhere...or dead.

"So...he...he lied to me..."

"Wouldn't you? Lie about it? It's not something he is proud of, nor did he want it. Rahl has done evil things, like Harker and Jareth. Some he recalls, some he does not and Stephane is ashamed and certainly would not want you of all people to know, in fear of what you would think of him. My brother was never perfect. He had his own bad side when he was crossed. You've seen it. He punishes the evil, but he is not a cold blooded killer like Rahl."

"I...I suppose I understand that, for I was able to talk him out of doing some horrible things and I don't feel I would have succeeded if he did not have goodness in him. I..I'm just trying to process all of this. Referring to one body by two different names. I know it's a real thing, I just have never encountered it."

"Rahl is his second given name, after our father. Our father, who I believed caused the split by making him do despicable things as an adolescent. Stephane wanted to be good...of light. Not dark like our father, but our father expected more from him, being the oldest and he placed a very heavy weight on him to follow in his footsteps and that's exactly what Rahl did."

"He...he told me Rahl had your father killed, by that man Stephane fought and killed in the gambling tournament to the death."

"Yes, but it didn't quite go as planned. That man, Theodore, was his good friend whom he met because of Catherine. He was her husband, King Henry's brother. Rahl tricked Theodore by morphing into Stephane's image and offered him a very large sum of money to kill our father. He was full of greed just like Theo, so he knew he could get him to do it and not have to get his own hands dirty, possibly due to his subconscious, which I think was Stephane trying to fight him. But that quickly changed. Before Theo arrived that night, an argument revealed the our father had killed our mother and despite his blackened heart, Rahl loved our mother, so he killed our father first. Stephane didn't remember it right away. I think the trauma caused the memory lapse and when he did recall the events years later, that's when he set out to kill Theodore and end Rahl himself. As I said, our father did terrible things and made him do the same, but to Stephane, he was still our father whom he did everything to please....and he hated himself for what he had done, although sometimes I wonder if Stephane possibly wanted our father dead too. It would be a lie if I said I did not have similar feelings. I still stood by my brother though, because I knew of the things our father made him do. I tried to help him but I could never get through to him. There was nothing I could do. Rahl was too strong and powerful, even more so than Stephane. I never blamed Stephane for the things he had done. It wasn't his fault. I believed his hand was forced and his mind was ill."

"And he did all this for the crown? Stephane said his father didn't want Rahl to have it."

"He did at one time, but that was before he noticed the new change in him, the good side, the real Stephane, the one before our father's dark influence consumed him at a young age, altering his mind and that's when things went sour. Two others knew about his condition. One being your father Julian who tried to help him. That book you seek, the one Julian has hidden, it has the spell to lock the alter away in his mind and it also has the power to release him. Your father banished Rahl before he hid the book away to keep it out of Jareth's and other evil one's hands....including your mother's....because your mother, Caroline, who was the other with the knowledge of my brother's illness...she's the reason our father was killed."

"Wait...w..wh..what????"

"When Julian took Ashmole from his mother Jadis to undo Jareth's death, Caroline got her hands on it temporarily. When your father unknowingly slept with her twin Carrie, she punished all who knew and kept it from her and that included my brother. She brought the darkness of Rahl out of Stephane to a diabolical head... in a way no one had ever seen and hence, Darken Rahl was born. More wicked than our father could perceive. More wicked than he. Our father believed he would destroy all he had built and he denied him his right to the throne, so Rahl chose to take it, which is why Stephane has never called himself a King. In Rahl's short years of reign, even then he strangely was addressed as Lord Rahl, for again, I believe Stephane was somewhere inside of him, very much aware."

"God...my mother, even dead, still destroys people's lives. I've always known there are many things I don't know about that she's done and I'm sure this is only a fraction of it and...."

It just hit you. Something that you should have realized long before.

"Oh dear god Bash."

He tilted his head and stepped towards you with questioning furrowed brows.

"My lady?"

"My mother! What if Jareth....could he have brought her back as well?? And could she have awoken Rahl again?? She wouldn't need the book, for I am certain she would remember the spell...or...or did Jareth wake him up???"

"I suppose either or both are possible, but I hope for your sake, your mother was not one of the resurrected. I have never met her but her wicked reputation certainly precedes her in all of middle earth."

"Damn it. Why did my father have to go back for those pages?? Harker would never have gotten his hands on them if it weren't for that and my father would not have been converted to darkness. So now, what do we do about all of this without the book?? Because if you know about Rahl, then surely you must know about his animal form, the fucking gigantic jaguar I encountered earlier."

"You saw that?? That means....he is closer to surfacing than I realized."

"I not only saw it, I was scratched and it burns like hell. I tried the healing water, but it intensified the burn." you explained as you held your bandaged and trembling hand out.

Bash tried to hide his growing concern as he took your hand to look it over, but the light tremors in his fingers told on him.

"The water won't help it. It's like adding fuel to the fire. His claws are poisonous and his bite is venomous, both like no other. As I said, Rahl and Stephane are opposites even if they share the same body. Rahl propels poison, Stephane repels it. The Rahl that Stephane created is not the Rahl your mother conjured in the past and the one brought forth now will only be 3 times worse. It's like a pain scale of mild, moderate and severe."

"Third time is definitely not a charm. So what is it going to do to me?? And how do I get rid of it...and is that even possible?? Stephane, he repels poison yes, well, except mine for some reason, possibly because it was not him I cast the silverbane upon??...and his peppermint scent...it heals poison. He healed me from the dark forest and from wolfbane, so can he not heal me??"

"The question is...will he? Unless you can get Stephane to resurface, there is not much time before you will suffer vivid hallucinations and pain, and your powers will be completely useless. You will also be at Rahl's mercy. You will need Delphine, a witch doctor, for she has the only known antidote. She resides near the city. After the party tonight, I will go and try to locate her. She doesn't trust anyone but me."

"Stephane...he...he was still himself...right after he shifted back and realized what happened and what he had done. He was extremely worried for me...but then...his personality quickly began to change and when I last saw him, well...he was definitely not himself."

"The rapid change...It's because of the shift. After the cat appears, he is all Darken Rahl."

"It's my fault. I...I accidentally brought the beast out by shocking him...god...I need Garrett!! He can heal me, I know it. BUT...he is off doing who knows what with his former mate that Jareth revived. Bash, you must be very careful. Her shock is far worse than mine and let's not forget Harker and what he has already done to you. And I know Aragorn, Bard and Gimli went looking for Haldir, but please, if you see him, tell him I'm so sorry and that I miss him."

"I will...Josie...It's not your fault. You couldn't have possibly known. I will find Delphine and I will even be on the lookout for Garrett and the newly remodeled Kate. I will tell him you need him. I do not fear her nor Harker. Stay close to Legolas this evening and I will keep my eye on my brother. You should go now, before he finds you in here again."

After you left, you went back to your room to find a note from Lola on the vanity stating she, Legolas and Leean went to the dining hall to wait for you and that Boromir was anxious to speak with you. You had forgotten all about him and that he had come all the way there to inform you of something quite urgent, almost dying in the process.

You then went to the dresser to find some lace gloves to conceal your hand and as you did so, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Tears instantly formed at the mess you had become. Not on the outside, but the inside. It was a moment when you had felt more alone than you ever had.

You had to turn away, for you feared you would see Garrett again and you didn't need to be reminded, as if you'd ever forget, that he abandoned you and chose to be with a demon summoned from hell. All you had now were Leggy and Lola. All were gone, even Narcisse...even your letter to Thranduil that mysteriously vanished and you really wanted to read it again to feel close to him.

You sat on the bed, lost in the thought of your King, for he is all you truly wanted...and that's when the full blown tears came.

"Thranduil?? My love.." you squeaked. "I...I don't feel you anymore and I'm scared. I'm so scared and I'm lost and...I'm in trouble and I...I just need you...please...somehow, please come back to me...please my King, come ba...."

You loudly gasped and sprung to your feet and your heart paused and dove into your gut when you realized something else. Something horrifying, yet miraculous. Something even you wanted to do once.

Your words then came flooding out of you, choking away your air.

"Oh my god...could Jareth have done it?? Is...Thranduil alive too????"

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A little photo edit I made for my fan fic that I thought I would share with you all. I have many more but I have not posted them yet. When I do, I will share them all with you. I have more of Thranduil and even Haldir and Legolas....and Garrett!! My photos are not flawless. I do them for fun and like to have visualizations in my fics. You are more than welcome to share or use them if you want to. Enjoy a gothic Thranduil and his Queen Josephine!!!

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Thranduil and Josie

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by CandieSue47

Josie, just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight forest going anywhere. LOL. She is held captive and terrorized in a secluded cabin by her evil, sadistic ex boyfriend Peter and comes to a breaking point of, it's do or die. Off she runs deep into the forest to escape his clutches, a decision that will change her life forever in a way she could have only dreamed of.

Words: 2282, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Haldir of Lothlórien, Garrett (Twilight), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Relationships: Thranduil (Tolkien)/Reader, Legolas Greenleaf & Thranduil, Haldir of Lothlórien & Legolas Greenleaf, Thranduil (Tolkien)/You, Haldir of Lothlórien & Thranduil

Additional Tags: Caring Thranduil, Protective Thranduil, Jealous Thranduil, Asshole Thranduil, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Violence, Graphic Description, Explicit Sexual Content, Magic, Fairy Tale Style, Fantasy, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, Sexy Lee Pace, Craig Parker - Freeform, Dark Elves, Vampires, Dragons, Witches, Love Triangles, Love Stories, Dark Magic, Dark Fantasy, Elvenking, king thranduil - Freeform

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Soooo... @saawek​ sort of tagged me (I saw my name in the post because I was flipping through my newsfeed at just the right time, but the link didn't work or show up in my activity, so I'm assuming I can do this...), and now I'm listing my works-in-progress. I might tag a few people at the bottom because I, too, am a curious kitten and I love hearing about what other people have on the go.  

Writing:  

Fanfic side:  

Tolkien/Fast & Furious >> Thranduil/Owen Shaw >> Bullets and Blades 10... I actually cracked it open this weekend and started picking at what I'd written last. (Oh, and to anyone who started following me after I unintentionally hiatus-ed this one? Yes, you read that pairing right. Thranduil and Owen Shaw. Yep, yep.)  

Tolkien   >> Thranduil/Bard >> Spins and Pirouettes 4 was started a long time ago and then it started to get sad and I didn't like that so I focused on B&B instead. I'll eventually get back to it. There were a lot of mistakes in it---writing mistakes---and having a beta point out things in another story made me realise what I was doing in this one, and it's been hard to go back. I'll get there, eventually. Yes.  

SPN >> mostly gen >> The Winchester Gospel, where a tricksy archangel (who lives, obviously) makes sure his dad's work is discovered as ancient scrolls. Kind of hops all over my timeline right now, because I'm writing it in bits and pieces and not at all chronologically. Follows some faves, follows descendants of faves. Haven't started posting it yet.   >> Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/Female Reader >> An untitled story that was supposed to be for @mrswhozeewhatsis' April Fools challenge, but got away from me and now I don't know how to end it. The reader's ace!spec, there's some non-sexual kink stuff, Dean and Sam both have squishy feelings for the reader/character (because it's my fantasy), they have a great big hunt in the middle of a werewolf den (it's not what you think)… oh, and Ketch is a scary douche (predictable).   >> Team Free Love-ish/Female Reader >> Forging a Bond. There are two chapters left. I will get there. I promise. They just need editing.   >> Gabriel/Sam Winchester >> Six Months, one of my vape shop AU fics. I've been chipping away at the next chapter recently.   >> Gabriel/Sam Winchester >> An untitled AU story about ace!spec Sam, trying to figure out a way to tell his brother he's ace (or demi). This one's been super hard to write. But, I'm pushing through it.   >> Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Dean/Castiel (eventually) >> A "what if Josie was never possessed and Henry never went to the future" fic. I have one chapter written, and it's basically turning into a husband!spy vs wife!spy sort of showdown between Mary and John with the boys in the middle.  

SPN/Beyond Belief (TAH)   >> Frank Doyle/Sadie Doyle, slight Gabriel/Sam Winchester >> A sequel to When God Comes to Call..., because Gabriel needs to grow up and face the flannel-wearing duo. And because I want Frank and Sadie to meet 'em, too. I'm just... stuck, right now.  

SPN/Criminal Minds   >> Gabriel/Spencer Reid, maybe Gabriel/Spencer Reid/Sam Winchester >> Falling is the Easy Part, my drop-Spencer-into-season-nine-and-see-what-happens fic. Some of it's been posted. It's going to be long. I'm not 100% sure where it's going yet, though. So, I'm taking my time.

SPN/Marvel Cinematic Universe >> An untitled "what if Justin Hammer somehow found out about the supernatural side of the world and tried to harness it for his own gain" fic. I only have about a hundred words written so far, so I'm really not sure what it's gonna be yet. Mostly it's an excuse to have Sam and Dean interact with the Avengers, if/when I get there.  

SPN/Sanctuary >> Helen Magnus/Sam Winchester >> An untitled fic where Helen is tracking down Sam for some MOL information. I only have about 200 words written so far. But I want to see these two be dangerous together and then geek out together.  

Dark Angel >> An untitled fic about what could happen after "Freak Nation." Mostly, it's Alec remembering things, doing things to keep his pack or unit together, and trying not to hold a grudge against Max because she doesn't know any better when it comes to having so many of Manticore's soldiers together. I think I started this after getting sick of watching her tear down Alec. Not that he's a saint. But. It made me cranky, watching her put him down all the time.  

Personal project side:   >> NaNoWriMo 2016 >> This story will never be finished. I hit the word limit. But I need about double that to wrap it up, and I'm really, really stuck. One of the themes is magic is dying. Another theme is the main character's, where she's looking for a place where she (and her ace!spec-ness) fits in. And then it's all mostly set inside a bdsm club. The sequel to the story is already sort of in my head, but I can't get to that point because I'm so stuck and bogged down with the first story.  

Illustration (and animation):  

Fandom side:   Quattro Formaggio   >> Four Cheese comics >> I still have two or three waiting to post... and I want to get to an even 12. So I need to write and render a few more. A couple are thumbnailed.   >> Jailbreak 2016 >> I cut audio from a few clips of the concert, and I have the animatic done... but animation makes my brain seize up. It's like I'm blocked. So... that's on hold for a while.   >> Space Jam Dance >> I really want to animate the cheeses dancing. To a song from Space Jam.  

Saturday Night Salad >> The full line-up >> I'm in the process of turning almost everyone into a 3D vegetable---or fruit. I want to make a big poster with everyone in it. Right now, the ones I've done... I think the next one on my list is... celery, but that'll be one of the last almost-regular SNS-ers. So. Those ones are modelled. And then I have to finish the occasionals. And then go through the texturing and rigging process.  

Team Free Breakfast (or Brunch)   >> The line-up of five >> I'm still rigging Pancake!Cas. Not because it's hard, but because I rig every day at work. And getting psyched up about coming home and doing more rigging? Doesn't happen all that often.  

#Blame The Musk >> The product line-up >> For now, I'm just trying to get the products textured. They're all modelled and sort-of rigged (just single controls on everything so I can move 'em around later). Later, I will be making mock advertisements with all the products.  

Personal project side:   >> Various 3D projects >> I started renovating an old robot project from school, hoping to make it something for a new reel (but it's a mess, because I was a student and scrambling to finish things for project deadlines, so I find the whole thing discouraging). I've also been trying to model a character so I can work on a face rig set-up---but organic modelling is SO NOT MY THING. The only other thing I've been working on is a sort of bdsm dungeon that fits in a shoebox. I haven't looked at it in probably a year. Most of it's modelled, it just needs texturing. The point was to comp it into video footage of an actual shoebox being put on or taken off a shelf.  >> Tattoo design >> So. When I was a wide-eyed and innocent frosh, with the taste of freedom from my very demanding (but lovable) parents fresh in my heart, I ran out and got a tattoo. I designed it, which may have been stupid, but whatever. It's an abstract take on a claddagh ring, just the lines, and with spiky sort of wings instead of hands. It's on my lower back. Which was fine for a couple of years. (Then, the term "tramp stamp" became a thing.) I feel like it's important to say I do not regret getting it. It was freedom. Probably the first I felt ever, really, and I will always love it for that. But. I didn't take care of it as well as I should have. And I gained weight (because college) then lost it, gained it and then some, lost it, and gained more, and so on. So the tattoo is a little fuzzy. And I do feel shame about that. I've been trying to turn this little fuzzy thing into a larger back piece that's like a collage of different style and different elements and imagery. I can't do the finer details because I'm not that good at drawing, but I've been trying to rough something out so I can go to an actual artist (someday lol) and give them the sketches and go from there.  

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But getting all of this stuff done is contingent on my shoulders and arms not being sore enough---or just being numb enough---so I can sit and work on this stuff. (Backstory: my work desk is well on its way to killing me, and there's no alternative; we're in those call-centre almost-cubicles and the desks are about three to five inches too tall for me. Shoulder and arm pain for years. Goes to show how artists rate, huh? Can't even get a desk to fit! /rant+whining)   So, I have a bunch of things on the go, and when I feel like I can move without wanting to scream, I tinker on something that matches my mood or snags my interest. Eventually (hopefully), I'll finish something.  

Aaaaaand.  

Now. Who do I want to pester today, hmm? *rubs hands together*

@lacqueluster and @thequeervet... am I allowed to ask what you two are working on? Or what you're thinking about working on? And @evansluke, @piyo-13 @little-red-83, and @ofplanet-earth? How about you guys, toooooo?  

What have you all been up to creatively lately? Any words? Or art? Video? Photography? Body art? Fanmixes? Metalworking? (I don't know if any of you do that. Just throwing it all out there because there are different ways to be creative. I was following the example format I was given, but there are so many more things that can be done.)

Okay. I am so sorry to anyone seeing this because it got very long. Whoops! 

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 166- Mouse Trap

Summary: Dr. Legolas Greenleaf is in the house. An impaired Josie remembers and reveals important info. Bash and Charles enter Dorwinion city. Upsetting info comes to Charles' attention and then more comes to light as a group unites. Cat and mouse anyone?

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, graphic depictions, mild violence, mentions of rape

Chapter characters: Josie, Legolas, Merlin, Bash, Charles, Delphine, Nun, Haldir, Rumil, Rahl

Chapter word count: 5,216

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After an hour long session of your palm being stitched up by an elf who's only skills of proficiency were archery, swordsmanship and flinging himself from tree to tree, you were well under the influence of Dorwinion's wicked whiskey to kill the pain.

"I am finished my lady." Legolas exhaled in relief as he bandaged your hand, which you could have sworn he did not breathe the entire time.

"Now, Josie...do you want to tell me how this deep cut really occurred? This is not the markings of being cut by glass, which the healing water would have cured, but Lola told me it burned you."

"Oh sweet Leggy...you're too smart for your own britches...or should I say stitches??" you giggled with a snort, which brought Legolas' brow to an astounded arch.

A soft amused grin finally formed on his thin lips. "And you my lady, have had enough of the golden giggle juice."

His jestful remark had you snorting again. "And you're funny too."

"Well, there's nothing funny about this wound or finding you unconscious on the castle floor....or your spiteful words earlier this night."

"Well..." you frowned, pouting out your bottom lip. "That's all Stephy's fault..kind of...ok not really...it's the poison in my blood that his wicked twin put there by his beastly claws!"

Now Legolas' brow arched again as the other one furrowed. "Alright, maybe you should just rest for now and..."

"What? You do not believe me?? Tell me Leggo...did you or my Kingly King of all Kings know that Narcisse, well, actually Rahl, can turn onto a giant fucking cat?? Oh wait...BOTH of them can...one white as snow, one black as charcoal, but Stephy, he's the good witch and Rahl, he's the wicked witch of the west, only he's not a girl and definitely not green and ugly like her. Anywhooo, he freaking cut my hand when he shifted. I was standing too close."

"Josie...you have been seeing things that are not there. This happened tonight on the patio. You said Narcisse was there, but he was on the shoreline remember? And..I also found you talking to a wall."

"Ohhh, yes! There..there was a little girl...Rosie! I'm supposed to find her daddy. But noooo, that was not Narcisse, that was Rahlllll. He was a huuuuge raptor and flew down from the moon, morphing into a man wearing the devil's blood red robe with Stephane's face, minus the horns and pitchfork, and he walked right through me!! Come on Lego..las! I know what you and Thranduil can change into. The white hart. I saw you in Rivendell remember?? And I saw Thranduil in the forest only weeks ago, although that was just his ghost... so stop acting like it's impossible and that I am just drunk and delusional! And you yourself just said this cut did not happen on glass! Why do you think Mirkwood's water burns it?"

Legolas realized you were actually right as he sighed, and then his mind drifted to his father, knowing that was not a ghost that you saw whatsoever.

"I..I believe you. All things are possible with magic. As far as Narcisse, or this Rahl? I am not aware of it...but, possibly my father knew. What didn't he know?"

"That is true....but Rahl..he was brought back by Jareth. He's not even real. He's something Stephane's mind created long ago to protect himself from a terrible trauma inflicted by his father. Surely you knew him?? Didn't Thranduil trade with him as well when the Dorwinion King was alive?"

"Yes. He was quite wicked, just like the whiskey you have devoured."

"I fought Rahl tonight. Blade to blade. He was taking advantage of Claude. I saw her before I got to his chambers and she told me what he tried to do. You said that Lola saw Stephane kissing her, but that was not him Legolas."

"You fought Narcisse with a sword???"

"No! Rahl! but...I..I don't remember what happened after that...I woke up here...and...oh my god, my dream! There was a magic elf statue. It was Thranduil! and the bottom, it said...."

Legolas swiftly stood with gaping moonstones peering down at you.

"Gúl -o Aran Thranduil. Ech- a ithil sarn iest no i clair de lune." Legolas whispered.

You sat right up, also with gaping eyes as you too, whispered.

"Magic King Thranduil. Make a moonstone wish under the moonlight. Legolas?? You mean it is real???"

He slowly sat back down with a stiffened stance. "It is. My grandmother carved it and as she did so, her magic was carved into it. It was lost years ago during my grandfather's reign. You..you dreamt of this..where did you see it??"

"Peter's cabin. I...I was there again..and...I can't believe this. How could I have forgotten?? It..it was Christmas and Peter brought me this box of mostly junk, claiming he got the stuff at a thrift shop in Northern New Zealand. He said some gypsy like lady said it granted wishes and gave it to him for free, that the price was in the wishes. But then the asshole took it from me when I...oh my god, that came true!!"

"What came true??"

"I..I wished out loud in anger, right in front of Peter, for him to be devoured by a giant spider in the forest and that happened Legolas, in Mordor!! And then, he got angry and wished to come back from the dead and haunt me and...now he has by Jareth's doing. I just know he's out there! I saw him...a vision of him at my birthday party during a palm reading and he told me he was coming for me!!"

You began to hyperventilate as you sobbed and Legolas quickly pulled you into his arms.

"Never. Never will I let him harm you. Do not cry. Josie...I am sorry I was not here for your birthday. I am so sorry I left you. I will get you a proper gift someday soon."

You sniffled and hiccupped into hair, breathing in his calming tree leaf scent.

"No, I am the one who's sorry. I said horrible things to you tonight. You are the gift Legolas, wrapped beautifully with your giant big bow."

The Prince softly smiled at your double meaning as he tightened his embrace with closed eyes. "Happy birthday my lady."

"LEGOLAS!!" you shouted and pushed out of his arms, accidentally waking Leean.

"I know where the amethyst pendant is!!! I dreamt of it too."

"One of the six needed? Where is it?"

"Yes! At the cabin. I..it...it was Sarah's, hidden among some of her things I kept...but..I don't understand why she would have it? I...I've even dreamt of it before. Her mother, Jocelyn, told me to find Sarah and then put it on me and then I was sucked into some kind of portal. Leggy, we have to go there!"

You jumped out of bed and frantically began rummaging through your clothes to change as Legolas picked Leean up and tried to talk some sense into you.

"We cannot go there tonight or any night, for many reasons Josie. Most importantly, Harker is out there and the dead too. Also, that cabin would take days upon days of travel from where we are. We would be lucky to arrive before the solstice."

"Well we have to do something Legolas, especially while my mind is clear. I don't know what's happening to me with all these hallucinations and the way I have been acting. Look how I treated you and what I said about Lola...Lola? Where...where is she?? I need to speak to her about...something."

That something being about Rahl being her father.

"Out for a walk. I too...said some unpleasant, but warranted things to her."

"What??"

"Lola is of no matter at this time. You are. Your mind is not clear as you said. We must find a way to heal you, but first, you must sleep. We can discuss this further come the morning."

The morning that Legolas dreaded, for it was the deadline that his father had given him to begin the journey back to his halls with you and Leeanduil or Thranduil was going to come and reclaim you both himself, bringing his elven army with him that would incite a war. The Prince would have to decide the wiser option, for both scenarios could carry deadly consequences, the latter being of the higher risk and either would be a very heartbreaking outcome for you to see your King who wasn't your King at all. Should he just tell you the truth and let you decide? That was an immediate hard no for Legolas considering your state of mind.

"Oh god...Bash. Yes, I forgot...he told me there's a witch doctor in the city who can do so and I saw him leave tonight with Charles to go find her. Ok, let me think."

Still tipsy, you paced about as Leean quietly watched you from her brother's arms.

"If only Garrett were here. He could go and get it in only a few hours time...or even my crow..if I even knew where either of them were, but then again, Garrett is off with Kate somewhere probably getting it on. That jerk has my moonstone that I told him to hide. We need that now too. OR...I could try and summon the eagles!!!"

"Alright, slow down. The vampire Kate that my father beheaded?"

"Yep! I saw them, in the mirror, there in the trash. Garrett told me himself he had chosen to be with her again...but...it can't be true, it just can't be."

"Maybe it was another hallucination?" Legolas suggested as his eyes wandered to the trash to view the pulverized mirror.

"No. This happened before I was scratched. It...it must be real then. Why? Why would he do this to me?"

You turned to conceal your eyes that burned of tears over the vampire you secretly and deeply loved and then the room began to spin.

"I...I feel sick." you muttered and ran to the bathroom to rid of the wicked whiskey in your stomach.

Legolas laid his sister back down and kissed her tiny fingers, then he came to you, holding your hair back as your other beloved elves, Haldir and Thranduil, had done.

Once you were finished, you began to teeter from side to side.

"I've got you."

Legolas swooped you back up in his arms and carried you once more to tuck you in for the night and within seconds of Legolas patting your forehead again with the medicinal cloth, you were out.

As he then made his way to feed Leean, Legolas' ears twitched at the scratching and patting noise coming from the door. One of his white knives were swiftly drawn as he moved with great stealth towards the sound.

"Speak your identity!" he firmly commanded.

"Mrrrrow." sounded at the base of the door, drawing Legolas' astonished eyes downward with furrowed brows.

Upon swinging the door open, in strutted Merlin with his bushy tail straight in the air and greeted the elf with a single figure eight sway around and through his legs, then the purring Maine Coon of long lustrous black and gray fur, leaped upon the bed and curled up beside you.

Legolas offered the Kingly feline a soft grin as he closed and locked the door.

"Alright. I suppose you can stay...as if my approval is needed for that of an entitled cat."

Merlin's round cerulean eyes twinkled of magic, stunning the Prince where he stood and then the giant royal beauty lowered his lids to slits and went to sleep.

Bash and Charles disembarked the ferry to Dorwinion city while the small squad of warlock guards that tagged along for extra safety measures held back to not alarm the locals. To begin their search for the infamous lady witch doctor, they chose the nearest tavern for a brief rest and a much needed drink, not so much out of thirst on the bitterly cold winter's night created by the Elvenking's earthly wrath, but out of anxiety.

"Bash, I have been thinking on the way here. Is this really the only option? You know as well as anyone that black magic is not to be toyed with and Delphine is notorious for such acts. Look what happened to my mother and sister for tempting fate. Taking anything from a devil or a witch most always comes with a price. Can she even be trusted?" Charles asked, sipping his wicked ale as his nerves were now getting the better of him.

"Your mother was already evil and deserved her fate which was torture too kind if you ask me. Without the help of your father, this is the only known option and yes, I trust Delphine. This is what she does."

"But Josie is not evil. She is good and kind."

"She won't be for long if she is not cleansed of Rahl's venom. Any repercussions of the healing far outweighs what she will become....wicked like Rahl himself. Drink up, but carefully. We must keep our wits about us."

"So...Is it true?" the young warlock asked of his confused uncle after a moment of silence.

"Is what true?"

"The King of Mirkwood. He lives and caused the destruction this night?"

"No dear nephew. That was the Elvenking."

In that eerie moment of truth, a city guard approached the duo with discerning eyes.

"Sebastian Narcisse. What brings you and the young Prince to the city on a cold, dark and dangerous night? Surely it's not solely for our Lord's crafted ale that is quite plentiful in his kingdom. Is this in relation to the evening's earthly event?"

"It is one reason yes, to ensure our people are well and to assess the damage. Are there any wounded or fatalities?"

"No deaths reported, but there have been some minor injuries from shaken structures. Is all well at the castle? I would have expected Lord Narcisse to have accompanied you."

"My brother is tending to matters there, so we have come in his place. We are also looking for others. Have you happened to cross paths with Haldir of Lorien? Two men and a dwarf had come here as well in their own search for him."

"Ahh yes. The elven Marchwarden. I saw him not long ago on the docks with his brothers and the others you speak of, the Ranger, the Bowman and the dwarf. They were ready to depart when the violent rumble occurred. I am not sure of their whereabouts now, for the waters were too treacherous for the ferry to transport at the time."

"There is one other we seek. One all here know of."

Bash moved in closer and whispered to not be heard by others. "Delphine."

The man immediately stiffened up. "Why on earth would you seek the wicked??"

"She is not wicked, only perceived to be. There is one who desperately needs her help."

"A perception well deserved. Her help will be costly. You know this, for your brother does not permit black magic of any kind. It is considered a crime as you also know which is why she hides. I am sure you recall the village near here. The boy she healed of the black plague became blind and the farm animals fell ill with disease solely from her presence."

"His blindness was caused by the disease. The animals suffered from it too."

"Witches leave a trail of evil. Birds fall from the sky when they are near." the man argued as Bash recalled the pile of dead blackbirds on his terrace.

"Not all witches. Only wicked ones. I would not seek her if I believed her wicked. What happened to her was not her fault. Much more wicked this way comes. She is the least of anyone's worries. Now, do you know of her whereabouts?"

"Harker was indeed her fault. No one gives something to a warlock of evil without a price. It is my understanding that the witch is in God's hands now. From what we have been informed of here, Harker is in the area and has killed some of your men. He is no different from her. She probably assisted him."

"He is and has done as you heard. But as far as Delphine, you know not what you speak of. What she gave was not freely given and she would not aid him in any manner. I thank you for the information. We must be on our way now. Charles, come!"

Bash and Charles left and headed down the long winding docks that encased the colossal city that never sleeps, in hopes of finding Haldir and the others to bring them and the Marchwarden back to the castle, going against Narcisse's banishment of the elf. Bash knew they would be needed for the impending winter war and he knew you needed Haldir. He also had figured out where Delphine was.

"Bash...what did Delphine give Harker??" Charles soon asked with a curious brow.

As Bash continued his hefty strides, he glanced at Charles.

"Lola."

Charles halted his steps as Bash carried on around the corner.

"What?? Wait! Where are we going??"

"Guards!" Bash called to them as they stood at the boarding port. "Follow me."

"My lord. We were informed by the boatman that another ferry had taken Haldir and the others across the bay just before we arrived."

"Then we must hurry. Let's go!!"

"Bash!" Charles angrily shouted. "WHERE are we going??

"The nunnery." he huffed as his fast strides turned into a gallop.

Charles' brows scrunched in confusion over his crinkled nose.

"Church?? We are going to...church???"

"Please. No more. I beg of you. You said you would help me." Delphine pleaded as the elder prioress neared her with a glowing red hot iron bar from the fireplace.

"I am helping you child by ridding Satan of your soul."

The weakened, perspiring witch knelt on the dirt ground, her hands bound tightly behind her back by coarse roping that scoured her wrists like sandpaper, rendered helpless to fight back, for she had been stripped of her power by the previous iron branding of a cross upon her bare chest. It wouldn't have mattered what symbol was burned into her flesh. Iron was iron to a witch, whether good or bad, except for the immunity you had formerly acquired to the power draining magnet.

"You tricked me. I came to you for refuge of the evil one but it seems you are the real evil here."

"Hush your wicked lips now. This is the 7th marking. The final one. If you are not evil like you claim, you will be healed."

"I will be dead!! I cannot take anymore. Please!"

"Back away from her!!" Bash shouted as he kicked the door in with his guards following and immediately cut the feeble witch's ropes free.

"What are you doing?? She needs cleansed of the devil!"

"It is you that needs cleansed, you fool!" Bash snapped at the nun as he swooped up the debilitated Delphine in his arms and swiftly departed.

Once embarked on the ferry, Bash covered her with a wool blanket as she laid barely conscious upon a wooden bench.

"Bash, what good is she to Josie in this state??" Charles whispered.

"A long bath in the healing waters will aid her recovery and use of her power."

"Why does it not help Josie? You said it burns her wound?"

"It's like pouring water on hot grease when it reacts with Rahl's venom."

"Then let me ask you this. Once the Queen is healed... how do we stop Rahl without killing my father???"

"I don't know." Bash replied with great worry.

"Rahl? He's...back too?" Delphine muttered as she opened her chocolate eyes and then became quite agitated as she sat up. "No..no, Bash, you cannot take me back there!"

Bash sat beside her and took her trembling hands into his.

"I will protect you. We have others that will protect you as well. Someone dear to us needs your healing, for she has been tainted with his venom and Lola...she's believed you dead all this time. She needs her mother...she needs you Jocelyn."

Delphine's hand swiftly covered his mouth as her eyes gaped wide with fear and Charles' jaw dropped open.

"Don't ever say my name out loud! They both will hear you! I have been hiding from Harker for so long and I know he is near. Those farm animals did not die because of me...and that boy...it's Harker's curse upon me that made him go blind. I..I cannot heal your friend without cost and if I go there and attempt to, Rahl will surely punish me or even kill me this time. I can not attempt to take what he has marked for himself...not even our daughter."

"WHAT????" Charles roared. "Lola...she is my sister?????"

"Charles, calm down and let me explai..."

"Do not patronize me!! Why was I never told this??? Does my father know??? Does Lola even know??? My god, I...I had a cru...I can't even say it aloud. I feel ill..."

Charles rushed to the front of the ferry and leaned his head over the rail in hopes that the chilled wind would hold his vomit down.

"Charles. Please listen." Bash sympathetically said as he walked up behind him. "Your father does not know. There are some things he cannot remember. Possibly from the trauma of what Rahl did while consuming his body and Lola, she was too young. Neither Delphine nor Rahl told her."

The mad warlock spun around. "Then how do YOU know??!!"

"Because Rahl made sure I knew all those years ago."

"And you never told my father??!"

"Charles...I..I couldn't. Delphine swore me to secrecy because...Rahl..he..used his magic to force her in his bed. She was ashamed and never wanted Lola to know either and I...I could not tell Stephane what he had done. It would have destroyed him. Our father made him do similar things when he was a young boy like you and that is what made Rahl exist in the first place..."

"I can hear no more of this! I have been lied to about everything from the day I was born and now this. Leave me alone!"

The ferry docked and Charles was the first one to disembark, immediately heading straight to his horse as Bash followed with Delphine in his arms once more.

"Wait! Someone is out there!" Delphine warned before Bash could place her up on his horse.

The warlock spun his head around to the forest as he continued to shield her body, protecting her like he promised he would do, when Haldir and company appeared from the darkness.

"Sebastian. Charles. We recognized your horses so we waited for your return."

"Haldir. We have been searching for you to bring you back. All of you. Terrible things are happening back at the castle."

"I have been banished by your brother. More terrible things will most likely occur if I return."

"There are things you do not know."

"Do not feel left out Haldir. It's something my family likes to do. Keep secrets." Charles retorted as he walked off to relieve himself.

After the Marchwarden watched the boy walk away with a raised brow, he turned back to Bash.

"If you are referring to the earthly disturbance this evening, we are well aware of it's cause."

"Well, no, I was not speaking of that, but yes. If my suspicions are correct, it was King Thranduil. He is alive?"

Rumil's Silvan eyes jolted to Haldir as Haldir's moved to Delphine, consumed with caution.

"I know who you are. Your reputation precedes you. I sense evil upon you. You are marked with it. Why is she here?"

"Haldir. It was placed upon her long ago by Harker by no fault of hers. Josie needs her help, for she too has been marked by evil."

Haldir's sapphire eyes dilated and bolted back to Bash as Delphine's eyes widened.

"What has happened to Jo?? Is she alright???" Haldir barked as he stepped forward.

"The woman's name is...Josie?? and called Jo?? Red...hair???" Delphine cut in, highly astonished.

Bash peered down at the woman of long brown locks like Lola's. "You...know her?"

"I...I...." she fearfully stuttered. "I cannot speak of this here."

Haldir's eyes fixated on hers and they began to narrow.

"You can and you will, for I can make you speak the truth witch."

"Haldir, time is of the essence. We must get back and heal Delphine so she can help Josie. She will tell you what you need to know on the way."

"No..no I won't. You don't understand. None of you do."

Haldir moved before her with intense intimidation plastered all over his sullen face as his jaw clenched.

"Then you will make me understand, for you will not go within eyesight of her without my approval. Now speak before I force your tongue."

"I...I...well she...she was...best friend's with my daughter long ago. In the civilian world. Please...I am not supposed to speak of Josie to anyone."

"You are...Sarah's mother, Jocelyn?" Haldir asked as he tilted his head.

"Well this just gets better and better." Charles piped with a smug grin. "Did you know she's also Lola's mother??"

"Shhhh!!!" she whispered to both the elf and the warlock in a panic and then continued to Haldir in a barely audible tone. "For all intents and purposes, yes. But please...H..Haldir. If it is true about the goblin King bringing forth the dead...Caroline will most certainly be one of them and...she will come for me. I...I told you Bash...I cannot go back there!!! I won't!"

A crackling of twigs came from the forest behind them and Delphine gasped in fright, then unsteadily bolted off into the trees.

"Delphine!" Bash shouted and ran off after her with all of the others quickly following.

"Halt!" Haldir commanded, causing everyone, including Delphine to freeze in their tracks.

Haldir's chin lifted for him to smell the air, his nostrils boldly flaring as he sucked it in.

"Narcisse is here. Or shall I say Darken Rahl?" Haldir snarled as his keen nose could pick up both the peppermint and pepper scent of the conjoined entities.

Swords, bows and and axe were all raised and shimmered in light of the waxing moon and then out of the darkness appeared the wicked warlock lord, caped, hooded and holding a charged up ball of golden electricity in his palms as he glowered at them.

"Well if it isn't Haldir of Lorien and his pointy eared sisters. Long time no see girls. Are you ready to dance?"

Rahl pursed his lips tight and raised his hand, chucking the lightning ball at lightning speed into the center of the group, knocking each of the nine to their backs with the blinding explosion.

He then turned on the guards and gave them the same dose of medicine.

"You are MY army. Are...we...clear??! Or shall I start singing a good old Christmas carol for you? Warlocks roasting on an open fire." he sang. "Lord Rahl nipping off your toes."

All but the guards flung to their feet with great agility and resumed their fighting stance with weapons raised, but not Charles. He became enraged at ran at the man with his father's face, wielding his sword.

"Give me back my father!!!!"

As Charles brought the razor sharp blade to the imposter's throat, Rahl bellowed in cackling laughter as he knocked the blade from his hand and the stunned boy to the ground, then held his blade to his chest in return.

"Let us see if you are all as simple minded as this young witch! My blade rests only centimeters from his heart."

"Rahl! Leave him alone. It is I you want yes?? Here I am." Bash shouted, panting desperately.

"If there's one thing I despise, it is a martyr...and a traitor!" Rahl snapped back at Bash.

"You're the traitor!" Charles fearlessly riposted. "Would you really kill your own son???"

"You, my foolish boy, are NOT my son, just as I am not your father, which you so hypocritically just displayed as you rushed me with your sword! You cannot kill me and if you could, you kill daddy dearest!"

"I was not trying to kill you, only slow you down."

Charles swung his hand up and hurled a magical fast ball of his own at Rahl's chest, whipping the dark lord's shoulder back, but not taking him to the ground.

A sinister grin formed on Rahl's lips as he brought his shoulder back with a snap, then he advanced on Charles.

"Weak just like your father. I have had enough of you."

"NO!" Bash shouted and dived over Charles, whipping his body to the side just before Rahl's sword pierced the ground where he had lied.

"AND you!" Rahl continued and raised the blade again.

"Stephane!! STOP!!! I'm your brother! Charles is your son!! I know you're in there!!! Fight him!!! You are the stronger one!!! You are the REAL one!!!"

Rahl's hand that held the sword began to shake and in anger, he grabbed his wrist with the other hand to steady it. As he desperately tried to swing the weapon down at the huddled pair, his hand slingshot the sword through the air and then his eyes burned a blinding yellow light as his head arched back as a peppermint breeze stormed through his hair.

With a heavy exhale, Rahl's head lowered as his the glow of his eyes faded to a soft white shimmer, then became their normal icy blue hues.

"Ch...Charles? B..Bash? Where...where am I?"

"Father???!!" Charles whimpered as he and Bash slowly stood up.

"NO!" Delphine screamed. "It's not him! He still is in Rahl's form!"

"Oh Jocelyn, you always too smart for your own good. Run witch run, all of you run while you still can. I'm hungry and ready to hunt! I love cat and mouse games!"

Before their very eyes, Aragorn's, Bard's, Gimli's, Haldir's, Rumil's, Orophin's, Bash's, Charles, Delphine's and the guards', Rahl shapeshifted into the big black beast with eyes that lit up like there was sun in the dark of night as it's tantalizing tongue slurped over it's cold wet nose.

And then a low malevolent growling purr rolled up it's broad neck and steamed out into the brisk air.

"RUN!!" Delphine cried as she wasted no time in sprinting off.

The jet black panther then ferociously pounced directly at Bash.

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The goblinking

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 163- Soul Seekers

Summary: Rahl gains strength. Josie experiences it in her very soul. She and Legolas speak of current events. Thoughts of Thranduil are heard by the Prince. The Elvenking finds an opening. The King and the Prince have words. A threat is made. Jace, Clover and Matthew enjoy breakfast until upsetting news triggers both Clover and the vampire. The dhampir gets a glimpse of new magic. Legolas faces unexpected feelings as he and Lola bond over shared concerns. The Prince also bonds with his sightful soul sister, but not in the way he expected.

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst,

Chapter characters: Thranduil, Josie, Legolas, Lola, Boromir, Leean, Narcisse, Rahl, Amara, Conde', Jace, Clover, Matthew,

Chapter word count: 6,080

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"Josie, Lola. It is best if we all go inside." Legolas proclaimed after his father's manic meltdown that triggered a chain of earthquake like effects all throughout middle earth.

The Black Rhun was still angry as white capped waves rocked and raced with the whistling wind and a sinister stormy sky of dancing lightning levitated low above ominous ocean.

"Legolas. What was that??? Jareth??" you panted, refusing to let go of the rail you clung to for a crutch.

Boromir had the same question in his panicked eyes and when they connected with Legolas's, the answer had become crystal clear to the man of Gondor.

"Please, my lady. Come inside. The conditions are not stable out here." replied the King as you still believed him to be, totally avoiding your question as he reached for you.

You refused to release the railing as Lola quickly took Leean inside with Boromir, for you suddenly caught sight of Stephane standing on the shoreline.

"No. Stephane. He's out there alone. Harker could be lurking!"

You still cared deeply for Narcisse, no matter what state of mind he was in, for it wasn't his fault.

Narcisse, in his altered state, stood vulnerable at the water's dangerous edge, flooded by flashes of lightning and happily hypnotized by it. He knew in that moment that the Elvenking was in fact alive and was no longer in the evil clutches of the goblin king. It didn't matter to Rahl, but it certainly did to Stephane who was unable to overpower the dark lord. What was still unclear though to both warlocks that were trapped in the same body, was if Thranduil was a product of Jareth's resurrected evil dead. Either way, the Elvenking was back and to put it quite simply, he was pissed.

"Narcisse!!!" you screeched as the howling gusty winds abused your body.

The man that retained Stephane's physical image, made no acknowledgment to your shrill call as he remained locked in the mammoth moon's blinding luminosity, as if he were being charged by it's incandescence.

"Ok, well maybe you'll answer to this." you mumbled.

"Darken Rahl!!!!"

Your tactic seemed to have worked. Narcisse slowly turned to you in an eerie manner and then, before your very bedazzled eyes, he vanished.

You released the rail and spun around multiple times, your eyes darting about the grounds for any sight of him. The wind ceased like it had simply been shut off by a switch and all went silent as if you were in the eye of the storm. Your attention quickly went to Legolas, who was now standing just inside the patio doors comforting both a crying Leean and Lola and then, there came a sound of flapping, like the wings of a very large bird.

As you whipped around, there in the moon's path, appeared exactly that. A white feathered species you couldn't place with the wingspan of a giant eagle's and it was heading right for you.

The raptor like animal screeched in it's descent and morphed into ribbons of black smoke as it landed and out of that vision swiftly walked a red robed man with long jet black strands and Stephane's face.

You froze solid, paralyzed from head to toe as his blazing blue orbs glared you down and he didn't stop. His long fast strides carried forth, right to you and through you as if he...or you...were a hologram.

Gasping loud and heavily, your eyes rolled back as your body followed suit and you found yourself slowly falling to the ground....and then, cool soft hands vigorously but gently caressed your cheeks.

"Josie! Josie my lady. Wake up." Legolas's frantic voice echoed through your head.

Your eyes fluttered open to see widened moonstone's and platinum strands flowing over you in the lingering breeze of Rahl's hit and run, for as you flung to your feet, the wicked warlock was gone.

"Where...what the hell was...where did he go??"

"Whom do you speak of? There...is no one here Josie."

"Yes?? Yes there was...I...you didn't see that??"

You gazed off in the direction Rahl been going to see nothing but an empty patio. Jesus, did you hallucinate again? No...no, it was real, wasn't it? It had to be. You had felt him. You could smell him, the pepper, as you clutched your dress and buried your nose into it. He had moved right through you...through your very soul.

"I...I have to find Stephane. I...I...ah...ahhh...CHOO!!!"

The sneeze was so powerful, it knocked you right into Legolas's arms. Now you knew it had to be real. The spicy pepper triggered your sneeze, just as it had when Rahl's panther form blasted his scorching breath over you, burning your nose just as it was doing now. You needed to confront Stephane, or...Rahl and you needed to try and coax out the man who loved you, the man who had the power help your fever dreams, per se. But first...

"Leggy...I...I'm really frightened." you admitted in a most vulnerable way as you gazed up into the elf's worried eyes, which wasn't about what his father had just done. It was about you. The Prince noticed something off about you and if Haldir had been there, he would have been the first to see it with his superpower of reading one's soul.

"That is quite understandable after what has occurred but..."

"No...not about any of that. It's...do...oh god...I don't even know how to say it. D..do..you think that...Jareth could have brought...."

Your words were ceased by Legolas's single word as his eyes darted to the forest.

"Amara..." he whispered with a grimace, for her scent burned his eyes as well, one that only his kind could pick up.

"What? Where??" you asked with a gasp as you spun around, but did not see her anywhere. "I..I have been looking for her! I think she knows where Garrett is. Amara!!!"

"I do not see her, but I can sense her."

Legolas knew that Amara knew he had returned and was watching him, waiting to collect on their arrangement. He also knew that she knew his father had caused the sonic like boom and that was why she was hiding. If there was anyone the Seelie queen feared, it was the Elvenking and it brought a slight curling smile to Legolas's lips, for he knew his father's hatred of her would soon unbind him to the fiendish faerie.

"Josie, please. We must go inside now."

"But...I need to speak to her! She's obviously here for a reason?? Garrett...I..I saw him with Kate in a vision and I..I believed it at first, but...he woudln't..he wouldn't do that and I think Amara knows something."

"Amara will not surface right now. Even she has fears. And the vampire is not my concern and should not be yours at this time, or even at all for that matter. If Kate is back, like you say, then it is not wise to be outside. Now, Josie, please...."

"Stop it Leggy. Don't tell me what to be concerned about. And...what even WAS that apocalyptic explosion anyways?? You never answered me. Surely, you must know something? When you arrived here, you said you sensed something in the air and now this happens less than a day later."

Legolas had never straight up lied to you, especially not to your face and the fact that he had to do it, had the power to turn his stomach.

"It was possibly Jareth, as you had asked." he rattled off as he walked to the opened patio doors so he would not have to look you in the eyes, for you would see his untruth through the windows of his soul.

You glanced behind you once more into the darkness, feeling uncertain that it had been the goblin king. Jareth was powerful, but was the wacked out warlock THAT powerful? The familiar vibes in the air were hard for you to ignore. This felt more...elvenly....and Legolas said possibly.

"Yeah...possibly. But...what if...."

You turned to the anxious elf lord with resumed thoughts of Thranduil that you were scared to reveal, which forced Legolas's lying eyes to meet yours after he heard you finish your sentence, not yet realizing you had not spoke them aloud.

"he brought Thranduil back?"

"If anything is possible, it is not that." he immediately responded, feeling that much to be true, for Thranduil had not been summoned by the book of shadows.

With gaping eyes, you slowly walked to Legolas, who had stepped inside and held his hand out to you. Your good hand slid into his and then you yanked him to the side once the door was secured.

"Legolas?? How...I...I spoke those words in my mind!"

His head tilted and his eyes narrowed, then widened when he recalled the other times this had happened, believing it to have either been the dark forest's trickery or his longing for you due to your prior separation.

"So it was real..." Legolas softly spoke as he gently touched your cheek.

"Leggy? What...was real? What just happened?"

"I..I have heard you before, calling my name. More than once."

Reality finally struck you as well. "Oh my god, yes. I...I have heard you too! But I was sure it was only a dream or vision of some sort, because I...I saw the orcs! I saw you fighting them. You were near the Celduin...which that is where it really happened and Boromir was injured. Leggy, how is this possible??"

"It must be that we both share my father's blood. I am just not sure why this has never happened until now or that it only seems to occur at certain times. It may be due to your shield, which you can control like myself and my father ca...could."

And Legolas knew that was exactly why his father was so angry, for blocking him out.

"Yes...I think you are right Legolas. When I am weakened, my mind is vulnerable as well. It makes sense now and...oh wow. So does seeing your grandmother, Carandolel! I...I saw her once when your father was visiting hers and Oropher's secret graves. She...she had came to him. And I saw her yet again. She...she is the one who pulled me from the ocean after I was knocked out of Garrett's arms. And at Lestat's too...in the mirror! She was with Thranduil! Legolas, we ALL share the same blood."

You smiled and then so did he. "We do. Josie...about my father..."

Due to the Prince's distraction, the Elvenking found a doorway into his son's mind...and soul.

"Yesss Legolas. About your father."

Being caught off guard by his father's intrusion, Legolas knew he had to quickly find a way to excuse himself, for he could not hold a feasible conversation with both you and the mad King's plausible words at the same time, nor did he feel right in doing so.

"Legolas??" you asked as he abandoned his words. "What about Thranduil?"

Leeanduil conveniently began to fuss and squeal as she stared up at her big brother, relieving him of his non-existent reasons to depart, for now he had one.

"Let me take her for a little walk through the halls, if that is alright with you Josie?" he quickly asked as he gently pulled the petite Princess from Lola's arms.

"Yes, of course Leggy. It will calm her after all this commotion. She loves spending time with you and she certainly seems to want you right now."

After Legolas left and before you decided to go look for Stephane, you stood with Lola to keep her company until Legolas returned and also to ask her about the young girl you saw earlier.

"Lola...is there by chance a little girl staying here or visiting, possibly about ten years old, reddish brown hair? She..she said her name is Rosie?"

"Hmmm. It does not ring a bell. I know of every child in this castle, even visiting ones. Why do you ask?"

You felt your stomach do a flip, realizing it was either another vision or a hallucination, but something inside your soul told you it was different, but different how?

"I'm just trying to figure out what's real anymore. My visions, dreams and such, they are changing. Lola...I saw her. I...spoke..to her. I've seen her before, long ago in a dream. Who could she be?"

"I'm sorry Josie. I wish I could be of better assistance."

The man who was told to you by Lola to be Conde', Francis's deputy assistant, approached Lola and offered his hand with a sweet smile.

"You could assist me my lady. Would you like to dance?"

Lola seemed starstruck by the tall, dark and handsome man's offer and quickly accepted.

"I'd love to."

You giggled as they left hand in hand and watched them dance for awhile until you suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to eat and strangely, all you craved was meat.

As you nitpicked through the buffet, choosing solely ham and chicken carvings, Legolas was off in his chambers, simultaneously entertaining his sister and trying to stabilize his father.

"Tell me my only begotten son, which storm was it that weakened your mind? Mine, or the one that brews between your legs for my Queen?"

The Elvenking calmly paced about his chambers with a wine goblet firmly in hand, continuing his charade of having returned to his old self, but Legolas had concluded long before his arrival in Dorwinion that it was a trick to reclaim his daughter.

"I assure you I suffer from no such storm and yours was received loud and clear."

"Is that so? Explain to me then, why my attempts to speak with you have been blatantly disregarded."

"There have been many happenings here, some that you are not aware of, that required my full attention."

"I am quite aware of where your full attention has been. Here....you say? That being of Lord Narcisse's realm and not on your return travel with my daughter? Or...Josephine as you were ordered to do?"

"Yes Adar. I remain in Dorwinion. Traveling is not safe for Leeanduil or Josie. Harker threatens the lands. He has killed many of Narcisse's men and Jareth's whereabouts are unknown as are any of the dead he has brought forth."

"Surely you do not wish me to believe such nonsense? Your proficient skills, along with Haldir's, the bowman's and Josephine's power are quite sufficient for travel."

"I disagree. Four of us, all highly skilled, myself, Boromir, Aragorn and Gimli were all attacked by Jareth's man made orcs and Boromir was severely wounded. Surely you do not want Leean to be caught in a war?? Haldir, Bard, Aragorn and Gimli are not even here. It is only Boromir and I."

"Tell me Legolas, have you informed Josephine of my existence as I have commanded? For surely, if you had, her love for her King would not keep here there."

"Surely, her love for her daughter would. She would not be so willing as you are to risk her safety. Although she had saved Boromir, I feel her powers are now not in tact and for unknown reasons, she has been concealing that from me. She has suffered greatly over your loss and it has taken an everlasting toll on her. She even believes Jareth may have brought you back from the dead as well and wishes to know my thoughts of it."

Thranduil's thoughts briefly veered off again to the words of your soulful letter and to seeing you crying. He also recalled your possible projection when he held and kissed you in Mirkwood's forest and he even recalled his own out of body travel as the white hart. Your reactions at both instances to seeing him, verified the grief you suffered that Legolas spoke of and he could only figure that you did not remember it or believe it to be real, which would explain why you still believed him dead, aside from Legolas not telling you the truth and the Elvenking...well...he did not care in the least for your pain.

"Preposterous. The spell of resurrection merely opens the door to life. The dead have a choice if they want to walk through it, for they know what they will become. Those of light become dark and those of darkness become death in itself. They become lost souls."

"How do you know this to be true?"

"Because even I would not choose such a fate."

"You would not? You relished in what Jareth had done to you and now you claim your own soul is yours again, but I do not feel that it is. Even in the Elvenking's natural darkness, he would not risk his Queen and daughter's well being. If you want Josie to know you are alive, why do you not inform her yourself? Is it because you do not want her to know who you are? For then, she would not wish to come and so you have forced me to do your bidding."

"You dare to question who I am?? Was my storm too subtle for you to know your place??!! If I have not received confirmation of your impending arrival by the rise of the sun, you will have confirmation of mine. I will come to reclaim what is mine and you, my insubordinate son, will suffer dearly."

Legolas then knew his father had closed the conversation and he now regretted calling him out, but by doing so, it proved to him just as he believed. Thranduil was not Thranduil. His soul was severely compromised and if he came to Dorwinion, all hell would break loose, mostly for you.

As the sun had set in middle earth, it was rising in the modern world of Manhattan with Jace and Clover awaking in each other's arms after their night of love confessions and sweet love making.

"Good morning my beautiful Clover." the blue and brown eyed warlock softly whispered with a smile as he kissed the ginger haired dhampir's forehead.

"Mmmm." she hummed as she stretched and yawned, squinting at the sunlight beaming through the stained glass window. "I gotta get used to not being called Raven. It's been years since I have went by Clover and it was a brief period since dhampirs grow so fast."

"Yes, well, batten down the hatches, for there is much more here to get used to. Come on. Take a shower with me and then I will show you the rest of the compound."

"You mean this old church?"

"Yes, but remember, I told you it's real contents are only visible to the warlocks unless we show you, which is what I said I would do. Chop chop. I smell Matthews cooking and I am famished after last night."

Jace wickedly grinned, slapped her ass and hopped out of bed, standing in bare form with his hand extended out, among "other" things.

Clover's grin matched his as she quickly took his hand and was pulled up against his growing girth, only to then be swooped up into his arms and carried off to the bathroom, laughing and squealing.

After an hour of more love making under the steaming stream of water, the two dressed and headed to the dining area where Matthew De Clermont sat, sipping on his wine. It was always 5 o'clock in a vampire's world.

The dark haired vamp's cobalt eyes gazed at a blushing Clover and then they rolled to Jace with his wet slicked back hair. One would have thought by Matthew's expression, that he did not approve of their obvious night of passion, but that was just his usual look, for he really had nothing to smile about, not for at least 20 more years when he would unite with Leeanduil. All in all, he was thrilled for his pal Jace, but even still...he was quite envious and lonely.

"Now that you both are....recharged...I presume you will be heading to Dorwinion as we discussed last evening over dinner?"

"Yes." Jace confirmed. "When the sun sets here, for it will then be daylight there. Speaking of food, what is that I smell?"

"Scrambled eggs, and an array of "undercooked" meats to suit the needs of our guest. Strength must be kept up for what's to come."

"Cheese. You put cheese in the eggs right Matty?" Jace asked with serious concern.

A slight and short lived smile came over Matthew's lips. "Sharp cheddar, of course."

"Hell yes!" Jace applauded and bolted off to the kitchen. "Hey! No biscuits and gra...oh, never mind, Found it!"

Clover giggled as Matthew resumed his resting bitch face, then pulled out a cell phone and began scrolling.

"What...is that?" she curiously asked, for she had never seen one before.

"You, my dear, have a lot to learn of the modern world. This is a cell phone. I can speak to others on it, out loud or by texting."

"T..texting?"

"You know, typing words? Like this."

Matthew held the mobile device out and demonstrated as he typed in her name.

Clover's blazing blues popped wide open. "Oh my. All I have ever known was the power of a pencil. How bad ass!"

"I'll tell you what's bad ass!" Jace happily attested as he sat a filled plate before her. "This! Babe, you gotta try the biscuits and sausage gravy. It's fucking killer."

Clover chuckled and rolled her eyes. "You and your biscuits."

"Damn straight. Although these are way better than KFC's. Matty here is a master chef."

The two ate with Jace scarfing down 3 plates to Clover's one while Matt enjoyed his wine. Once they were finished, the vampire then spoke as he looked up from his phone with dire eyes.

"There has been a change of plans for your trip tonight. We will all be going."

"Matthew? What is it?" Jace inquired with all seriousness to match the vexed vamp's face.

"I have word from my contact that other vampires, dealers to be exact, are sniffing around the area. There's only one reason for that to happen and that is the probability that they have picked up on Clover's scent."

"What??!!" Clover shouted in panic and flung from her seat.

"Easy, easy sweetheart." Jace lovingly said as he took her in his arms to comfort her. "I will never let anyone hurt you ever again. I put my life on it. Matthew, who is the contact?"

"Ryan. I don't think you have met him but he is a vampire I trust with my own life. Although, Clover, you may know who he is?"

'I..I'm sorry? I..I do not know of any vampires named Ryan. Should I? I mean, I have been imprisoned half of my life in case you have forgotten?"

"No, I have not forgotten. My mistake. Garrett must not have spoken of him."

"Garrett?? What the fuck does he have to do with any of this? Garrett hates me!"

"Hey, calm down." Jace firmly stated. "If Matthew trusts this vampire, then so do I."

"Ok?? But I don't trust Garrett!"

All the commotion triggered Matthew's blood rage. He stood so fast, slamming his hands upon the table, knocking one of the wooden legs loose and sending Clover's head to burrow in Jace's armpit.

"Enough! As far as I am aware, Garrett and Ryan do not speak. They have not seen each other in years. Now, do you want to live or die?? Prepare yourselves. We leave in the twilight hours."

Matthew was gone in the blink of an eye and Jace did as he was told.

"Come on. I need to show you some things as promised, and then we will prepare.

Down the steps, Jace led a frazzled and frightened Clover to the foyer of the old church that only showed a battered and broken interior.

"Ok." Jace sighed. "Try to remain calm. What I am about to do may look painful and scary, but trust me, I have done this many times and it only stings a a bit."

"Jesus Jace. Remain calm knowing death dealers are still seeking out my soul and also after what you just told me? What the fuck is going on?"

"Did I not just say trust me? I know what I am doing Clover."

"Fine. Have at it then." she huffed.

Jace then took out what looked like a pen to the dhampir. "This...is my stele that I told you about. The thing my father took from me. I told you I went back for it after you left with Thranduil."

"Yes, I remember that/ So, what's so big about it? Is it some kind of magic wand or something?"

Jace grinned. "Something like that. Watch."

He rolled up the sleeve of his black leather jacket and placed the tip of the object close to his skin. It then lit up as Jace began to burn some kind of symbol onto his forearm, which smoked and even made a searing noise that the tougher than nails warlock actually flinched over with a hissing sound.

"Jace! Oh my god, you're...burning yourself!!"

"It's alright Clover. I'm drawing the rune to show you my underground world per se. It will heal right up in seconds and look merely like a tattoo. Now, look straight ahead."

The old ruins of the church began to transform right before Clover's astonished eyes, into a futuristic world of things she had only ever read about in books. Technology and people were everywhere, mostly dresses like Jace.

"Oh...my...god..." Clover whispered, quite hysterically as she froze solid. "C..can...they...see us?"

Jace bellowed in laughter. "Of course they can see us silly. Come on. I'll show you around and introduce you to the people I call my real family."

"People? they're...humans?"

"Somewhat. They're warlocks and witches, just like me and you, well...minus the vampiness, but still just as powerful." he chuckled.

"So...that little gadget can do all of this? Hide you from the world?" Clover asked as they walked around the digitalized fortress that could have no way fit inside the simple two story church...but it did.

"It can and it can do much much more my lady. Do you remember when I told you I needed this to travel through portals? Well, this will open a portal for us to hit middle earth in 2.1 seconds. If I had had it that day in goblin town, Thranduil would have been eating our dust."

"So, that's what all those symbols are on your body? Runes? I can't believe I called them tattoos when I first met you. But wait...I...I saw one on Josie's neck...at Lestat's? How does she have one? I mean...she's..not your sister."

"She's still blood though. It must have been drawn on her somehow, most likely in a dream, from someone of blood trying to protect her. A rune placed on the neck signifies an intensified angelic power that one of light would wear. I saw it on her too but it was faded or dormant per se. Thing is, I'm pretty sure she knows nothing of what it truly is and I didn't have time to explain it when I had to explain being her brother. Let's just say, she's one super powered witch, even without the rune mark."

"Great...I'm definitely dead when she finds out what I've done."

"Hey, no. I won't let that happen. I'll talk to her, try to explain things on your behalf."

"Oh great, she'll just kill you too then."

"Alright, enough. I said I will keep you safe and I will. I love you Clover. Let's go mingle and what not to waste some time until twilight, then we will zap across the pond."

The castle party continued on into the night despite the earth's shake up and now you were dealing with Catherine's soul stealing glare from across the dance hall as she mingled with her son Francis and his Queen Mary. Still, there was no sign of Stephane. He was either avoiding the entire shindig or simply just..you.

When you returned to the hall and joined Legolas and Leean, Conde' and Lola were dancing once again.

The Lake Town deputy seemed to be smitten with her and possibly she felt the same, although you knew her heart truly lied with Legolas, but he had made it abundantly clear to you that his feelings were not reciprocated, still you tried once more to spark his interest despite the fact he had told you to drop it.

"Leggy. Doesn't Lola look so beautiful in that red velvet dress? You should ask her to dance too."

The blonde elf had always been a spitting image of his father, and in that moment, did he ever as his eyes narrowed and side eyed you.

"I know what you are trying to do. Did I not ask you to relinquish such attempts?"

"Oh, don't be a party pooper Leggy. It's just a simple question and a dance."

"A simple question of entrapment and a dance I would much rather share with you."

You sighed and turned back to Lola who now wandered off with Mary's sister Kenna after her dance ended.

"Well...I suppose you, me and Leean could share a dance?" you offered with a grin as you stared straight ahead, feeling Legolas' eyes burning in your direction.

He happily stood up, cradling Leean in one arm and extending his other to you.

"My lady. May we have this dance?"

"Why yes my lord, we shall."

You took his hand with a sweet smile and he led you to the dance floor and for not one, but two harp filled songs, the three of you danced and twirled as you and Legolas chuckled along with Leeanduil's giggles and coos.

Lola headed for a goblet of wine as Kenna went to converse with Bash. From what you understood from Lola, Kenna used to fool around with the deputy warlock and that is why she tagged along with Francis and Mary. You hoped that Bash's fancy of her would not deter him from going to find Delphine during the night when all turned in form the party.

As Lola was making her way back to you, she caught sight of a vision she wished she could unsee. Narcisse kissing Claude, Catherine's daughter, in a remote corner of the hall. If there was any way to stick it to his wicked ex, and even to you, that was it.

Lola was now between a rock and a hard place, for she knew you should know, but she had no inkling of how to tell you. Her gut was telling her not to, for she did not want to add fuel to the fire that was already burning between you and her employer. Also, she did not want to face Narcisse's wrath if she were found out to be the tattle tale. It would soon turn out though, that Lola wouldn't have to say a word.

The gigantic grandfather clock struck 10 o'clock, echoing through the ballroom and the people were getting more rowdy. You could clearly see that the real party was just beginning and you didn't want Leean around the all the noise.

"Lola, I feel it is time for Leean to turn in for the night. Legolas, would you walk them back to my chambers please?"

There was that side eye again. "Of course, but I will return after my sister is asleep." he duly noted with adamant eyes.

"You...do not want to feed her and tuck her in?" Lola asked, a bit confused.

"No, Lola. I do not. Is that alright with you??" you snapped, not even realizing you had.

"Josie? Are..you alright?" Legolas then asked, in which you huffed, rolled your eyes and walked away.

Legolas reluctantly escorted Lola back to your chambers where she decided to voice her concerns over your behavior that Legolas had already picked up on much earlier.

"Legolas, something...is not right with her. I realize she has been drinking and would not want to breast feed, but it is not like her to not want to put her to bed like she does every night."

"Yes, I would agree with you. I believe the night's earlier events have caused her great worry upon all that she is already suffering. A bottle of Mirkwood's water will be suffice."

"I just feel so bad for her." Lola sympathized. "Mostly everyone she loves is gone. Her King, her dad, Haldir, Garrett, her brother that she found out tonight is not her brother and now learns she has another brother she never knew about and then there's this whole Jareth and Harker ordeal and not to mention Lord Narcisse is also not acting himself. He freed that wretched Catherine which adds to Josie's distress. She was quite upset about something else earlier too and cut her hand on a broken mirror that I believe she herself broke. I just do not know what to do for her Legolas. She's so lost and...I..I love her like a sister that I've never had. She's...she's my best friend and I think she is keeping things from me and...She's done so much for me and I just want to help her and I can't. She won't let me."

Lola shamefully turned from the Prince and began to quietly sob.

Legolas laid Leean down and took Lola's hand.

"Lola...I can see how deeply you care for her. I do as well. All that you said is true, but I know she did not mean to be cruel to you. It's not in her nature, even with all she has endured, which is why I am certain something has happened to cause her behavior. You say she cut her hand?"

Lola's leaking blue eyes peered up into Legolas's and for a split second, he felt something he never deemed possible. Attraction.

"Yes...but...I tended to her wound and...it looked pretty bad. Infected maybe and the healing water...it..it burned her."

Legolas's brows pinched together in confusion and concerned thought. "Burned? It should heal."

Lola fell against his chest in full blown tears. "What is happening Legolas? What can we do??"

The stunned elf froze for a moment, not sure what to do but his instincts, or maybe even unknown desires, quickly took over as he brought his arms up to cradle the fragile crying beauty.

"I..I wish to take her and Leean back home where it is safe, but...that cannot be at this time. It is too dangerous to travel."

Lola sniffled and raised her head to meet his sorrowful moonstones.

"And...me too? She..she said she would take me with her, that I..I was family to her. I mean..if..that is alright with you, since you are now the King of Mirkwood. I..I don't want to be left here alone."

Legolas found his fingers trailing over her tear soaked cheek, like satin to his touch.

"When the time comes, you are more than welcome in my kingdom, lady Lola."

There was a silence and an intense stare that delved into each other's souls and then, a sudden urge perplexed the Prince. An urge to kiss the girl.

As he slowly leaned down to do so, Leean began to cry. Legolas swiftly snapped out of his trance and then backed away with baffled eyes.

"I..I will tend to her. Why don't you relax in a bath to calm you while I do so and when you are finished, I will go tend to her mother as well."

"As you wish Prin..I mean King..Legolas." Lola bashfully stuttered and scurried off with butterflies fluttering through her very soul that she had never known to exist.

Legolas cradled and comforted his baby sister as he fed her and while she suckled, her tiny hand came to touch her big brother's cheek. In that moment, soul to soul, through the windows of their moonstones, Legolas realized what a very powerful Princess Leeanduil would be as he was taken aback by a vision. A vision she had the power to show him. A power unbeknownst to him that she had or could have at such a premature age, for she was only less than 2 months old. A power she possessed to show him things she had seen and also, like you, things that were to come...and the vision was so unsettling, that he swore he would never speak of it. It was of you and your distant future that would change everything as he knew it....as you knew it....as his father knew it.

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 164- Blood Rage

Summary: Rosie stuns Josie. Legolas is stunned as well by Josie's changing behavior. She and Rahl come face to face and blade to blade after he pushes her last button. Another rune appears on Josie's body but who is drawing them for her? Another symbol could hold the answer. Rahl soon realizes what Josie is capable of. Legolas, where are you?

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, mentions of rape, violence, sexual references

Chapter characters: Josie, Rosie, Legolas, Bash, Charles, Narcisse, Claude, Catherine, Rahl, Killer,

Chapter word count: 6,086

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There was still no sign of Narcisse and you were getting ready to go find Bash when you smelled the very sweet, pungent aroma of roses like you had earlier when you saw the little girl who called herself Rosie.

Upon following the scent that led you to the foyer, there by the wall, sat the reddish haired child on a bench all alone and looking very melancholic.

"R...Rosie?"

"Hello." she softly greeted as her big round ocean like orbs met yours.

"Are you lost little one?" You asked as you pulled up a chair and sat down in front of her.

She shyly giggled. "I'm not little one, you are silly."

"What's that? you replied, somewhat befuddled.

She lowered her head and whimpered quiet cries as she nervously played with her fingers.

"Sweetheart, why do you cry?"

You reached out to comfort her and as your hand went to lay upon hers, it went right through it, just as Rahl's apparition had moved right through you.

Gasping, you yanked your hand back. "Are...are you even real?"

"Not yet." she sniffled. "I never will be if you don't find my daddy."

"Your daddy? Who is your daddy honey?"

"Josie? Who are you talking to?" Legolas asked as he came up behind you with a tilted head and furrowed brows.

You flung to your feet, holding your chest in fright.

"Jesus Legolas! I know you're an elf, but do you have to be of such stealth ALL the freaking time?"

The Prince's stance stiffened in surprise at your scolding.

"I..I'm sorry? I did not mean to startle you. Josie, are...are you alright?"

"I am fine. Why wouldn't I be??"

"Well...because you were speaking to...a wall?"

Your eyes widened and you spun back around to find the little girl gone, but her scent still lingered.

"Oh..umm. Yeah, I was just...talking to myself. Haven't you ever done that?"

"Actuallyyyy...no. Josie...I am worried about you. Lola...she informed me that you had cut your hand and that the healing waters did not mend the wound. It burned you? Is that why you are wearing gloves?"

"Stealthy and nosy as well. It's a cut, big deal and I don't have time for this nonsense. Have you seen Narcisse at all after you left your gossip session about me and god knows what else that took place in front of MY daughter with the ever so lustful Lola?"

Legolas could now see something was indeed wrong with you, for you had never spoken to him in such a manner, not even over his bickering with Haldir that always annoyed you or even about his unwanted opinions on Garrett. Slightly offended and hurt, the Elvenprince decided he would happily tell you what he had learned about Lord Narcisse in hopes that you would finally see what he had been trying to show you about the warlock all along.

"I did not. But Lola has. In a lip lock with Catherine's daughter Claude earlier tonight."

The reaction Legolas expected was certainly not what he received. He expected anger and disgust, which he did get a glimpse of in your gaping eyes, but mostly, they were filled with jealousy. Why, he wondered? For he did not know about your recent relations with Narcisse, but the perplexed Prince of Mirkwood did now as your broken shield allowed your thoughts of that night to run openly wild.

"And she told YOU this and not me?? Of course she did. Anything for you Legolas, right?"

"Why do you speak of her in this way, or myself for that matter? Has Narcisse done something more to you beyond sharing his bed, bath and body that you clearly accepted and indulged in??"

Your eyes slitted at him as your lips pursed tight.

"Legolas...Greenleaf. Now that you know how to invade my thoughts, it does not give you some elfy claim on my mind! If I had my powers right now, I would turn you upside down and use your luscious locks as a mop!!" you threatened, then huffed as you marched off, leaving Legolas with a dropped jaw.

Down the hall you stormed to the ballroom to pour another drink and as you rounded the corner, there stood Catherine looking as stunned as you were to see Claude sitting upon Narcisse's lap.

It was the only moment you could ever share the same feelings as that wretched old woman in wanting to castrate the warlock lord just as he had done to Ashir for taking advantage of Claude just as he himself was doing. Of course, you knew it wasn't him, but it pissed you off nonetheless. As far as Claude, you felt no ill towards her, for it was quite clear in the way she leered at a gawking Catherine, that she was only trying to stick it to her for pulling her into her mother's mess and also...you sympathized with Claude, because you knew what it was like to be used by your own mother and to be taken against your will by a man. It changed you and it seemed to be changing the young Princess too.

It seemed your keen senses still worked, quite well actually, if not better for some reason and you could hear Stephane's words to the red haired beauty as his animal eyes ogled her cleavage.

"Since it seems I am...unattached...would you gather my cape for me Princess and meet me in my chambers?"

Claude did as he asked and glanced back at Catherine in a victorious manner as she exited. Narcisse offered a matching demeanor as he raised his glass to to a fuming Catherine, then he caught your eyes.

With a grin and a wink, he knocked the drink back and also departed. Something told you by the devious gleam in Stephane's eyes, the eyes leading to the soul that Rahl held captive, that the evil alter was just getting started with his diabolical deeds and there would be much more to come.

As Catherine began to go after them, your raced past her, purposely and harshly grazing her arm with yours, enough to make her stumble to the side and leaving her gasping as she watched you dash around the doorway and disappear.

You quickly lost sight of Narcisse and Claude, but saw Bash and Charles from the distance, geared up and exiting the main entrance of the castle, heading out in search for Delphine in the city as Bash had promised you he would do.

"Bash!!" you shouted, out of breath as you ran down the hall and out the door only to see the two warlocks riding off on their horses.

"Oh god. Please be safe." you fearfully whispered as they disappeared into the darkness, for you did not know Bash was going to take Stephane's son with him.

They were doing this for you and if anything happened to them, you would never forgive yourself and Narcisse...well, you didn't even want to think about what he would do. He had already flipped out when his brother had been hurt by Harker and now his son would be put in danger. Charles had powers though that could help protect them and also, Aragorn, Bard and Gimli were in the city too, looking for Haldir, so you felt that it all could be a good thing, that maybe they would all find each other.

On your way to Stephane's chambers, without one ounce of fear in you at the possibility of facing down the fanged and ferocious feline, you passed a crying and very frightened Claude.

"Claude?? What has happened? Did he hurt you???"

"There is something very wrong with Lord Narcisse. You need to stay far far away from him." she sobbed and sniffled.

"Ok, ok. Try to relax and tell me what happened."

"He's lost his damn mind. That's what's happened. His rules are to use no black magic here, which as you know, is why my mother and I had been punished, yet the hypocritical cretin just used it upon me. I could feel it. The pull, to get me to give him my body."

"Narcisse...he is not quite...himself lately and you're right in a sense about him losing his mind. Long story. But..how..how did you manage to get away?"

"Something distracted him as he groped me. It was like...it was like he sensed something and stopped himself. Possibly you? I think he knew you were near."

"Or Stephane..." you mumbled.

You now thought that it may have been Stephane fighting back against Rahl and that's why he ceased his advances on Claude and if that were the case, then you might have a chance at bringing him back.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing...just go be with your baby and lock your doors for the night. And please, keep this to yourself. I will go speak with him."

"Are you mad?? What if he tries something on you too??"

"Oh, I can handle the man in that room. Trust me. Now go."

Strangely, Narcisse now had guards at his chamber door and as you approached, one opened the door for you without a word which confirmed to you that he knew you were coming and that he wanted to see you....but you were expecting to see Stephane because Claude did not mention his appearance. Surely she would have if he looked as you now saw him when Rahl himself, in the flesh, acknowledged your presence before you even spoke.

"Hello Josephine, or should I call you...Jo?"

The warlock lord of long chocolate locks stood with his back to you, then turned around with a succulent smile and sparkling sapphire eyes. He wore a collared and sleeveless red robe that accentuated his bare, muscular arms that had a sun kissed sheen from the firelight. Minus the provocative, uncovered skin, his attire reminded you of Thranduil's, as the upper half of the garment was form fitting and then blended into a loosely flowing skirt from the waist down to the floor. The neckline was of a typical flared collar and quite provocative as it openly descended in a gold trimmed V line to the waist, revealing his smooth chiseled chest and sculpted stomach. Apparently, Rahl was just as proud of his physical form as Stephane was, but clearly very much more.

"Only Stephane calls me that and YOU are not him."

"I will agree with you there. I am not my alter."

"He is not your alter. You are his!"

"Are you sure about that? I am very much aware that my meddling brother has revealed my identity to you and I know of his plans for this night and he will surely pay for that, but Sebastian knows not what he speaks of."

"Well I do. My mother created you with her black magic out of that damn book! You're not even real."

"Correction my fellow and quite lovely witch. I am very real. I existed long before Caroline used that lovely little spell to strengthen me."

"And I will find Ashmole to send you back to hell. I know all that you have done. Stephane is good. You are pure evil. A murderer. You exist because Stephane couldn't handle the things his father made him do and in that despair and desperation to protect himself, his mind, unknowingly to him, broke in two, creating someone who could please his father so he could be relieved of his mental suffering. You are merely a figment of his imagination, per se. My father ended you and you were only resurrected again because of Jareth."

"Ahhh, correction again my dear girl. I exist because I am the strong one. It is I, Darken Rahl, that stands before you, not my opposite, the pathetic and weak warlock you know and love, which is why it was so easy to reclaim my body, my soul, with of course, the aid from the goblin King. What you are right about though is MY father. Yes. Also a murderer...of my mother and I handled him. He got everything he deserved and now he can rot in the hell you threaten to send me to, which will never happen. If you kill me, you kill Stephane."

"I don't believe that at all. He didn't die before when you were banished. Do you even hear yourself? Stephane is the true and only identity. You will die, not him. And are you sure your father is where you believe him to be?? It would seem that Jareth has brought back all the evil ones to join his army of the dead. I would not be surprised if your daddy dearest was one of them."

Rahl folded his hands together over his stomach, fidgeting with his ring just as Narcisse would do, and then he approached you with a confident grin.

"If my father were to walk the earth again, I will just handle him once more. But with that said, Jareth merely opened the gates of hell. The dead do not have to return if they so choose. Being the coward my father is, I do not expect to see him. He has many enemies and many of his foes are the dead that have chosen to come back. You see, evil does not always play well with other evil. The living cannot kill them but the risen dead can indeed die by the hands of other dead. They won't all be a united army of allies. Some will kill each other and they can never return again. By the power of three times three, the twice born will see that twice dead is forever. Ashmole and those runes are not solely needed."

Your heart sank as you instantly thought of Thranduil. You knew he would never choose to be one of the dark ones, even if it meant being with you and his daughter. It was a feeling of relief but simultaneously the heaviest of heartaches. Your unanswered question to Legolas had been answered. You would not see your King again and the sadness of that vindication turned to anger.

"It will be needed for you and I will find it! I will bring Stephane back and he will help me rid of you and this curse upon him and myself. He's far from weak. His powers ignite mine and mine his."

Rahl chuckled in his amusement. "Yet you have no power. And he no more wants that book found than I do or he would have given it to you long ago."

You saw it in the wicked warlock's eyes. The real reason he chose to come back.

"Ahh, so that is why you are here. To probe Stephane's mind because he knows where Ashmole is and you don't."

"There are things we all do not know...Queen...Josephine." Rahl retorted with a smug grin, for he was now simply toying with you to distract you. "Tell me, how is that sweet child of mine, Lola?"

"What???"

"I thought that would get your undivided attention. Lady Lola, the meek one you have taken under your wing. She is my daughter. Her mother, Jocelyn, I believe you knew her quite well."

"You're...you're lying! You're just fucking with me because it gets you off to screw with people. Her mother can't be the Jocelyn I knew. How is that even possible??"

"Oh, it's very possible. There's so much you do not know but I'm not much up to explaining anymore to you, for your dirty words have made me feel a bit...aroused. I would most definitely love to fuck with you. It would easily get me off, yes. Maybe we could meet for a ...bath...later?" Rahl proposed in a slithering manner as he teased a lock of your hair between his fingers.

You realized you had stupidly set yourself up for that one and it now became clear to you that Rahl had all of Stephane's memories but Stephane did not have all of Rahl's from what Bash had explained. If it were even true, Stephane obviously didn't even know Lola was his daughter and you could see why Jocelyn wouldn't have told him. Did Rahl do to Jocelyn what he had just tried to do to Claude? And what about Sarah? How did she end up with Jocelyn and not Lola? Your mind was spinning like a top. And as far as the whereabouts of Ashmole, Stephane had it deeply hidden in his mind just as well as he had it hidden somewhere in his castle and you now understood as to why he didn't tell you where it was. Would it kill him too? Like Rahl said? Was Rahl really the sole proprietor of the body before you?

Forcing your thoughts away, you grabbed his wrist, the wrist that held the same butterfly birthmark as Stephane's.

"Don't you ever touch me without my permission. Just ask Stephane how that turned out for him once upon a time."

Chuckling again, Rahl ignored your warning and yanked you into his arms. "I don't have to ask him. I already know. You can abuse me. Trust me, I like being slapped."

The hot pepper of his breath and the voodoo in his dilated eyes, rendered you helpless in his firm grip. It was his poison inside of you. He was using it to his advantage and in that moment, you pleaded with Stephane.

"Stephane, I know you are in there. I know you can hear me. Help me, please. You are stronger than him. You are the real one, not him. You are the one that knows me and loves me. You fought him once when he attacked me in his beast form. You can do it again."

As your tearful eyes gazed into Rahl's cold ones, his pupils began to soften and his head dropped.

"Jo..my Jo? Is that you?" he whispered in struggled breaths.

"YES! Yes it is me Stephane. Fight him! You can do it!"

Rahl's head hung immobile for a few seconds and then it slowly rose with yellow eyes of the devil himself.

"You foolish witch!" Rahl reveled with a livid laugh. "Did you really think it was that simple? All I had to do was remind him of Haldir's lips on yours and it instantly shut him down. I am the one in control here and I want to taste once more what he had... and what I want, I get."

"You're the fool! Don't you mean what YOU had?? Since you're one and the same??? But you're NOT the same and he is proving it!"

Your rage was enough to push him off of you, but he grabbed you right back up, helpless once again and weaker, for his mental and poisonous power was draining you and Stephane knew it.

Suddenly, you were shoved with great force, onto your back as another ferocious cat appeared, but it wasn't the jet black panther, it was a snowy white tiger of illuminating beauty and gentle ice blue eyes that flickered in the firelight as they preyed upon yours with love.

You felt solace in that moment, even without ever knowing this side of Stephane, for you knew now and understood his symbolic ring he wore and his love of cats and you smiled at him courageously, knowing the giant black striped carnivore was no threat to you at all, but there to help you. Stephane's cowardly guards though, selfishly ran for their lives, slamming the door behind them. They must have faced the white tiger before.

You didn't know much about tigers, but what you did know was that they could not purr like a domestic cat, only roar. But this was different. This was magic. Stephane was magic. Soft, rumbling vibrations from the cat's throat echoed through the room as he approached you so humbly in a graceful, tender pace, trying not to frighten you.

When he reached you, Narcisse stood still, towering over your body as his peppermint breath tickled your nose and his blazing blue eyes slowly and softly blinked into yours, a cat's sign of trust. He then lifted his enormous furry forepaw and extended it towards your injured hand, gently grazing your fingertips with retracted claws and in that moment, light blue sparks flickered about as they always did when your hands would touch each other. The magic was still there and you knew what he was was trying to do. To heal you and bring yours back. He was the antidote to Rahl's venom, the light over the dark, the yang over the yin, but you soon would realize it was not the electricity you needed.

You removed your lace glove and bravely caressed his beastly chops and as you did so, your fingertips once again lightly sparked against him, bringing forth a sorrowful soft roar as he closed his eyes and nudged his head into your neck. You stretched your arms up and an embraced him tightly as you whispered into his sensitive ear.

" It's ok Stephane. This is not your fault. I knew you could hear me. I knew you could fight him, but for how long?? We will help each other. I will find a way. I won't let him hurt you. This is so crazy because you and he are the same being and I'm scared that if I hurt him, I will hurt you like he said would happen."

Narcisse stepped back, leaning one forearm inwards and bowed to you. You then understood that he was telling you to do whatever was necessary to defeat the dark lord. He then brought his wet snout to your hand and his tongue began to extend to lick your wound, making you realize it was his peppermint saliva that would counteract the venom....but it never happened.

Before his warm sandpaper papillae could reach your incision, a deathly looking man you had never seen before, with bold black hair like Rahl's, appeared out of nowhere and blew Silverbane into Narcisse's face.

You shook and cried as you helplessly watched Stephane paw at his eyes and roll around in pain, but it was short lived, for in a matter of seconds, an uninjured Darken Rahl stood before you once again....and that told you right there that he was not real, that he was not the one with the soul, but did that mean Stephane would not be harmed if Rahl were? None of it made sense because they shared the same skin, but...did magic ever make sense??

"So sorry to ruin your beautiful reunion." Rahl spoke with extreme sarcasm. "But the fun is over now. Stephane had his moment and let me assure you, it will never happen again. Let me introduce you to my faithful and loyal servant, Killer. A name quite deserving."

Rahl turned to the man you believed to be one of the resurrected and judging by his pale skin and the gray tint around his dark eyes, he had been dead for a very long time.

"A job well done as always, Killer....unlike Stephane's cowardly guards." Rahl commended with a snarl.

The man did not speak. He simply smiled and bowed his head.

"Now, where were we."

Rahl turned back to you, not expecting to see what he did.

"Never turn your back on a witch!" you exclaimed, holding the blade in an attack stance, that you had concealed under your dress, strapped to your leg.

A light breeze flowed over you from the open window above as the growing moon cast it's light over you, recharging you just as Stephane's touch did and illuminating a newly formed rune on your upper arm that meant courage in combat, although you did not know this yet or how it got there just like the one on your neck meaning strength and even though you knew this revitalization would be temporary, it could be enough time for you to show Rahl exactly who you were.

Rahl's smile was wide and his eyes thrilled. "A feisty one! I can see why Stephane was drawn to you. Desires you. A worthy opponent you are indeed. I too like games. A rare similarity he and I share. And I can see you and I share one as well. Clair de lune. (Moonlight).

He turned his back on you once more, to prove to you he did not fear you as he gazed up and the earth's neon night light, letting the rays shower over him through the crystalline prism in the window's center.

"Ahhhhh..." he softly and sensually moaned, rolling his eyes back as it struck him like a fortuitous wet dream while he too soaked the captivating energy into his body.

"The winter solstice will be upon us soon and last into the new year. Do you see the two constellations over the moon Josephine? The third will appear that night when the moon is full, a union of body, mind and spirit, forming a triangle of stability and power if the point is facing up, instability if down and reproduction if inverted, all symbolizing what Jareth has brought forth. A power like no other. Right now, all is unstable in the three week Sagittarius retrograde, causing all to rotate backwards, creating the negative energy I so love as it incites various wars of the world and mind."

The birthmark on your lower back was of identical triangular form and once again, it was burning. What was happening? Whatever it was, it was definitely inciting something in you. Something wicked.

"Well guess what Rahl? I'm a Sagittarius bitch!"

He turned back to you with a full grin of pearly whites.

"So, let us play, shall we. Winner gets choice of position. Personally, I like to take my prey from behind."

Rahl walked over to a table that a full length sword laid upon and as he ran his fingers over it, he noticed Killer glaring at you. He then raised his hand, shaking two fingers at him.

"Stay. I want to see what she's got."

Rahl fearlessly approached you with the blade in hand, lowered and hanging at his side and then he stopped about two arm lengths before you with a seductive smile as he leered into your angry eyes.

"To be fair, your short blade is no match for the one of my...length. Take this."

His sexual double standards were beginning to irritate you, enough so that it was even exciting you and that pissed you off even more. The only attraction you had to him was because he was Narcisse under that disguise.

"It is not the length that matters, it's how you use it." you riposted with a smug grin to match his innuendos.

"Ahhh clever one. That may be in the bedroom, but I assure you it is not for a game of fencing. Are you really that confident with your lack of experience? Afraid you can't handle a sword of such...size?"

You knew he was right. What experience did you have in a sword fight? You certainly lost to your King that day in the clearing with a short blade while training for the fight with the dark elves. Sure, Thranduil was the most skilled of elves with any weapon, so you never really had a chance to begin with and sure enough, with an invisible strike, he had knocked the blade clean out of your hand to prove it. With that thought, you then submitted to Rahl's offer.

You lifted your dress, revealing your bare leg to the eyes of a very attentive Rahl and placed your sword back into the strap, then, with pursed lips and a fixated stare, you swiped the sword from his hand.

"Come... with me my lady."

Rahl led you through an open back doorway of his chambers that led down a flight of stairs to a colossal cave like room filled with fire lit lanterns all over the stone walls and a dirt floor that appeared to be for fighting.

He then unsheathed his sword and smiled once, his eyes intrigued and possibly even intimidated as they remained locked in your intense gaze, then simultaneously, your blades loudly clanked as they united with two hard strikes, the jolt sending a painful numbing sensation through your hand and arm. This was nothing like your archery lesson with Stephane. Was Rahl trying to do the same? Teach you?

"Still want to continue, little one?"

"Don't you ever call me that!" you raged, thinking of Garrett, and swung at him again.

"Good girl Josephine...use that venom I gave you!"

Around in circles you both went, your feet scuffling through the dirt and your hits keeping up with his until one swift swing of his sword knocked yours to the ground and you found yourself pinned against a pillar with a blade to your throat.

"Why Josephine, I just don't think you're angry enough." Rahl snared through his teeth.

"Don't you know anger blinds you??"

Those were words of wisdom Thranduil had planted into your mind multiple times and you knew it to be so very true. Although, if used rationally, a skill quite hard to grasp in a bout of adrenalized rage, it could be an advantage.

An impromptu sock to his cock and another to his throat, freed you instantly and as Rahl huddled over gasping, you reclaimed your sword. As you swung it, his revival was perfectly punctual and round and round you both dueled again.

"Cheap trick Josephine. I love wicked witches. I like it rough. You would make me a splendid Queen in more ways than one." he huffed through the strikes as he began to physically sweat.

You had hit him where it hurt physically and now you would target his manhood mentally.

"I will never be your Queen, for your cock will never measure up to my King Thranduil's! Now that was a prize penis, you egotistical fuck."

The look on the warlock's pride scorned face was priceless to you and it gave you the opening you planned for.

With a screaming swift swipe, you knocked HIS sword to the ground this time.

As you pointed the piercing edge at his throat, his eyes widened and his pupils gaped of darkness like that of the panther you expected to soon encounter once again.

Instead...Rahl's angered lips formed into a grin and then...he was gone.

Behind you he appeared, stalking you like a cat ready to pounce. You spun around only to have your sword ripped from your hand as if he were a man sized magnet and then you were gripped firmly by the throat.

The electricity was still there between yours and Stephane's body and Rahl's hand lit up with blue bolts of audible energy, sending his own charged up packing punch right through you and then you could feel your feet leaving the ground as you were lifted by his stupendous strength.

"Chea..ter." you choked and gasped as you helplessly smacked and tugged at his magnetized fingers. "What happ..ened...to..f...fair? I...have no..m..m..magic."

"Oh, in my games, it is no holds barred. Let's see you get yourself out of this one...wise...witch! Better think fast before your lights go out." he viciously teased as held up your emerald pendant by it's severed chain with his other hand and chucked it across the room.

Think...it was something you now struggled with as the air was being snuffed out of you and your body pulverized by electricity. You had no lifeline now, nothing. Nothing but the unexpected and relentless rage that sparked in your very soul.

In that moment, your eyes filled with blood just as Garrett's had when you saw his true vampire form take over and attack Narcisse's guards. Was this coming from him?? Because you shared his vampire blood? Did Rahl's venom or electricity ignite it? Whatever it was, you could not control it.

Rahl lowered and released you, then he backed away in shock as you stood almost trance like with a death glare upon him and his servant.

Killer's black eyes and mouth gaped wide as did Rahl's. "It's the blood rage. She...she's a weaver! She can kill us both. Run my lord!"

Both warlocks raced up the stairs while you picked up your sword and pendant, then followed them at a casual, slow pace, as if you were under some spell, or maybe your mind just plain snapped like Stephane's once had? Your thoughts were clear but your ability to control your actions were gone. It was like something out of the movie Carrie....like you were possessed.

As you appeared in the doorway of Narcisse's chambers, Killer was gone and Rahl was standing in the middle of a pentagram painted in red on the floor, chanting some kind of spell. He whipped around when he sensed you and then blue flames suddenly erupted around him. It was then that you realized the cowardly warlock was dipping.

"AHHHHH!!!" you screamed and charged at him with your sword raised, proving your advice about irrational anger, for you weren't even thinking of how you could hurt Stephane if you hurt Rahl, but just as you swiped the blade at his face, Rahl threw his head back and disappeared.

Rahl made his way to a private corridor and stood befuddled as his fingers lightly traced the superficial slash on his cheek. He tried to regroup with his thoughts, for now they were all in a state of disarray at what he just witnessed. The wide warlock had no inkling whatsoever that you were a weaver and it became clear to him that you did not know either.

Moments after, two of his guards entered the room.

"My lord. Has something happened?"

"The witch Queen is a weaver." he muttered as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror.

"You mean...like a...spider??"

Rahl's head turned to him ever so slowly with a dumfounded look in his sullen eyes.

"No you oaf! But if she were...she would be a deadly one. A weaver is a witch with the only power to kill the dead, besides the dead themselves, either physically or by magic, without Ashmole and the runes, although she would still need it for the vast majority of them. She has the power to create any spell she chooses as well, but she is unaware of it. Now that I know what she is, I will be prepared to handle her as is, but she must never regain her powers. Especially with the blood rage gene inside of her. If only I had known about it before inducing it with my venom."

"If she can end your existence my lord, then why do you not just end hers? Besides, would she really hurt you and risk killing Stephane?"

"Look at my face you imbecile!! If I hadn't moved back in time, I would be headless!! It was the blood rage. If not for that, she would have been able to control her emotions. They make her strong but so very dangerous. She would never risk Stephane's life otherwise. I want her alive. She will be of great use to me. Keep a close eye on her while I am out. I need to go handle another situation in the city."

"Yes my lord."

The guards bowed and departed and soon, so did Rahl to hunt down his brother.

You were long gone from Narcisse's chambers, lost and wandering about the empty halls, dazed, confused and trembling as you came down from the adrenaline high.

You called out, pleading to Legolas in your mind as your feet shuffled along the floor, hoping he would hear you. He was all you had now in the entire world and you felt you may have lost him too after how you had treated him earlier. You didn't even know how it happened. It just...happened.

"Josie?? Where are you???" was the last thing you heard before you hit the ground.

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 168- Gypsy Origins Part 1 of 3

Summary: Haldir's patience is tested during a long, bitter journey. A hypnotic tale of past truths be told.

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, blood, violence, death, child death

Chapter characters: Haldir, Delphine(Jocelyn), Rumil, Orophin, Harker, Jemma, Zeddicus, Jessie, Thomas, Ravenna, Finn,

Chapter word count: 7,000

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As the dawn of the new winter day shone it's light through the sky reaching bare trees, Jocelyn reluctantly surfaced from under a sizeable pile of brush where she had sought shelter through the cold black night from the evil enchantments of the dark forest and the wicked ones that dwelled within it's borders. Still weakened from the burning cross branded onto her chest by the nutty nun's red hot iron bar, the witch doctor slowly and cautiously crept over the pathless snow covered forest floor, squinting her light strained eyes as she searched for the way out before the befoul breeze consumed her thoughts and lungs for it's morning breakfast. Being accustomed to the lifeless woodlands of the Dorwinion realm, Jocelyn soon found the hidden exit only seen by the trained eye and as she crossed over, trained eyes were watching her. Six of them, all blazing blue, belonging to Haldir, Rumil and Orophin whom were all armed with engaged arrows upon her.

Gasping, her hues, also of blue, frantically darted beyond the trio of platinum locks in search for Bash.

"Where...where's Bash???"

Haldir, being the leading Marchwarden of Lorien and the only Silvan elf of the three that spoke Westron due to all his travels, chose to toy with the witch that he was undeniably unfond of.

"One could only presume his flesh has been ripped from his warlock bones and his soul stripped of his rotting carcass. It is usually the outcome of being left at the mercy of the devil himself."

Her brow raised as she smirked at Haldir's rather serious expression.

"And I can only presume that you are lying through your pretty white elven teeth. Any fool can see that you deeply care for Josie and you would not allow harm to come to those who have risked their lives to help her, even if those I refer to are warlocks who happen to be relatives of the notorious Lord Narcisse, who's reputation highly precedes him in not being a very liked man, but compared to Rahl, Stephane is a fucking saint. I know that you did not leave Bash and that young boy to die and I also know that as wicked as Rahl is, he would not kill his brother and son. His father yes, because the wretched warlock deserved it. Rahl was merely toying with them as you toy with me. I did not willingly leave them. I..."

"You ran for your wicked little life." Haldir scoffed.

Jocelyn bravely marched right up to the poison tipped arrows that were still held upon her and defended herself.

"I am not wicked!! And...what would you have had me do??? YOU were the ones with weapons, not me! Now where are Bash and Charles??"

"Being escorted by the others back to the castle as you now will be. You will follow me. Jo needs you. She's waiting."

Haldir swiftly departed as Rumil and Orophin held their armed stances, while Jocelyn huffed and stomped off to follow the Marchwarden.

After a few minutes, Jocelyn became annoyed at the two brothers behind her and glanced back at them with a scowl.

"Can you please give me some elbow room??" she snapped. "You know, personal space, ever heard of it??"

Ignoring her complaints, the two elves silently carried on behind her with flat expressions which only riled her up even more as she offered them another scowl.

"You know, my mother used to tell me that always having a resting bitch face could end up with it becoming stuck like that. In your case, I can see that to be true. Do you speak? Have you ever? Do you even know how??"

Still, there was not a single word from any of the three elves.

"UNbelievable!"

Jocelyn shook her head and then ran up beside Haldir.

"Am I going to have these arrows in my back the entire way? Why am I being treated like a prisoner?? I have done nothing wrong!"

"Haven't you?" Haldir snarked as he kept his eyes straight ahead.

"Ok, I can clearly tell that you do not like me which is probably because, like all the other fools, you believe the UNTRUE stories you have heard about me."

"I do not like you because you reek of deceit and you insult myself and my brothers."

"Well hello pot, meet kettle...you certainly have been no prince charming."

"I am no Prince. Personal space." Haldir snarked and sped up his large strides in which Jocelyn now angrily trotted behind him.

"Yes. I can tell. Princess may be a better term. And what do you mean deceit? I have deceived no one. If anything, "I" have been deceived here. I would much rather resume my torture at the nunnery than to be forced to return to the lion's den per se OR to be anywhere near the likes of you and your bow happy brothers!"

Haldir spun around so fast that she bounced right off of his chest and tumbled with a hard thud onto her ass.

"Is that all your witch lips do is babble? My goal is to bring you to Jo who needs your help and who I thought you cared for and who in this moment, you remind me VERY much of."

Her gaping eyes then turned to a glare. "Call off your guard dogs or you will have to carry me for I will go no further!"

Haldir thought of you again in that moment, how you had refused to get out of his way and he had picked you straight up and moved you himself. The memory had the Marchwarden chuckling inside of his mind, but on the outside, his face matched the solemn spirits of his brothers who now stood behind him as they all leered down at her.

Haldir's tone was ominous as he spoke through slitted lips. "That could be arranged."

Their piercing eyes now had the feisty brunette quite anxious.

"I dare you to try sprite. Maybe you should heed all the rumors as they say I am poisonous and I do believe elves can be poisoned. Who will help you then? It's a long walk back to the imported Mirkwood healing water. Go ahead...touch me."

The silence and the stares between the four were intensely long and then Haldir finally lifted his hand and motioned for his brothers to lower their weapons.

A smug smirk grew on Jocelyn's lips as the two elves complied. "Good boys. As if you would have shot me anyways Haldy. You need me."

"Jo needs you. I can always shoot you in the leg."

"And then you WILL have to carry me." she quipped and hopped to her feet and walked off to a tree and pulled out a knife.

The arrows swiftly rose again, this time by all three elves.

"What are you doing?!" Haldir growled as she began to cut into the tree.

"It's Spruce bark, which I would have figured a wood elf would know of. It has medicinal purposes, although I don't think it can do anything for that stick up your ass." she replied in a mordacious manner as she cut the pulp out and ate it while gazing in the exasperated elf's eyes. "Would you like to try a piece for good meas...."

Before she could finish her sentence or even blink, Haldir swiftly swiped the knife clean from her hand with an elven move completely invisible to the eye.

"It would seem there was good cause for our weapons. Bo cín té witch (On your way witch)."

Jocelyn's mouth hung open at her empty hand and then her eyes fumed at him before she stormed off. "This is bullshit!"

Haldir mumbled under his breath as the elves now followed her. "Yes it is."

An hour had went by as all walked in silence and Jocelyn's steps were slowing, for the tree bark's energy boosting properties were wearing off and the area of the forest they trekked through became all too familiar to her.

"Could I please have my knife back? I need more of the pulp. My chest is on fire, yet I am freezing and I am tiring." she asked in a defeated tone.

"How is it that you are chilled with the fur of a dead animal constricting your neck?"

"It is not real. I am not some savage like you think me to be. I am just someone who was thrown into a world I did not ask for. Now please...are you not an elf of light? If you have a heart under that tough guy act, which I think you do, for you are doing all of this for Josie, then help me before I collapse or you you really will have to carry me. I need to be stronger to help her. God..I still cannot believe she is here in Dorwinion, but it was inevitable that she would cross paths with Stephane at some point since Jul....never mind. I don't want to talk anymore. I...I feel sick."

Jocelyn sat on a fallen tree, lightly panting and then began to weep.

Haldir stopped and cut a large chunk of the bark, then removed the pulp and chopped it into bite size pieces for the ailing witch.

"Tha...thank you." she sniffled as she took it and kept her eyes to the ground as she nibbled. "Why...do you think I am deceitful?"

"The scent of secrets spill from your pores. For many years, Jo has known and believed your daughter Sarah to be simply her human neighbor and best friend in the mundane world, which included you and I now believe that to be of no coincidence, for now here you are, a witch, in middle earth's magical realm and I have since learned that lady Lola is also your daughter. You also claim you are in fear of a recently deceased Caroline and that you should not speak of Jo. Why is that? Jo has been deeply hurt by that wretched witch turned vampire for she too was full of secrets and lies as you clearly are. I will not let you hurt her too. Speak the truth or as I mentioned, I can and will force you. What is your involvement with Caroline and why is Harker after you? Something happened here. I feel it."

"Here I thought you could actually be nice. So interesting. You speak of deceit as if you have not swam in it yourself. You can sense light and darkness and force truth from others and I... I can see all of that in their eyes, the windows to the soul and yours speak loudly. Jo...you...you love her....intimately you have been when she was not yours to be with. It would also seem...yessss, that you were also intimate with her mother. Now who reeks of deceit?"

Haldir's jaw clenched and his nose flared. "Wicked you are! I have had enough of your deflection."

Jocelyn's breath was lost as her eyes were taken against their will by the unseen power in Haldir's hypnotic glare. She could not pull them free from his wild, dilated blues. She could not even blink as tears dripped down her cheeks like a leaking faucet. She could not move from the log beneath her, only tremble and whimper as the magical elf's lips began to move.

"Im orth- i fána o nin eyes. Ennas na- baw dolen hen faer tur- deli-. Im orth- i fána o nin eyes. On- nin i dolen hen faer hides." (I raise the veil from my eyes. There is no secret her soul can hide. I raise the veil from my eyes. Give me the secrets her soul hides).

Haldir raised his chin and stared down the slope of his nose at the vulnerable woman.

"Tell me about Harker. All that you know and have experienced."

The memories began to play like a movie and Haldir could see them all as they were transferred from her eyes to his while she told the story in her trance like state. It was if she were reliving it right there in the present.

I...I'm in bed. I don't feel well. I can't sleep. My stomach is cramping and my sheets are bloodied. I have become a woman on my 13th Birthday. It's the night of the summer solstice celebration, the longest night of the year and I am the only child there. My older brother Jeremy is away.

I hear violin music and my father's obnoxious laughter from the traveling carnival outside. I see people drinking and dancing around a bonfire from the window of our trailer. My gypsy mother is giving tarot readings. They're all gypsies, even my grandfather but I knew they were much more than that. He's coming in to check on me. I can smell his old spice cologne.

He's bringing me a potion for pain. It's glowing. I ask him as I always did, are you a witch? Is this magic? He's laughing. He says...

A witch doctor. It's hocus pocus my child.

He watches me drink and then, there is no more sound. The music has stopped. The laughing has stopped. I hear gasping. My mother is shouting for my grandfather.

Papa!

I'm watching once again from the window as he goes to her. She's clinging to my father while others stand near, staring at a man I have never seen. He wears black leather, his hair is light and his eyes are blue, but they hold darkness. He is not wanted here. I'm listening to my grandfather and the man speak.

Be gone warlock! Your kind does not belong here.

Oh but I do. You see, I too enjoy a good carnival. In fact, like you, I have my own traveling funfair, but I must say, it is much more...fun...than this. Maybe you have heard of it? Harker's World of Wonders?

It is a circus of freaks, all like you. You steal children and their souls.

I do not steal them. They are given to me. Just as you are going to give me yours. I smell her.

He looks at me in the window. I am so scared. I..I have peed myself.

And I see something else you're going to give me as well. Mmmm, I wish that I had Jessie's girl.

My father's name is Jessie.

I see the man ogling my mother. He runs his tongue over his teeth. My mother shouts at him.

I will give you nothing!

Jemma, Jemma, Jemma...you will, or everyone here will die in a matter of seconds. Do you want all of their blood on your hands? It's simple really. Give yourself and your daughter to me and I will let them all live.

I'm watching my mother. She is stringing her slingshot behind my grandfather's back while the warlock speaks. She lunges forward and shoots a rock clean though his hand. She screams at him.

Get out of here! Leave this camp you murdering bastard!

He's angry. He clenches his fist and blood pours out.

I warned you witch. Now be still and watch.

I'm shaking, too scared to watch...but I do. His injured hand forms the shape of a gun and real bullets spray and shatter the trailer next to me. There's an explosion and so much fire. There's so much screaming. I hear my mother's screams. I cover my ears and scream too.

Many are dead in seconds like he said. I see my mother and grandfather. They're alive, but I do not see my father. Now I see him. He's running to me! I hear him shout for me. Joss!!!

I'm screaming and banging on the window. Daddy no!! Get down!!

I hear more bullets firing and I watch him fall. My mother and grandfather watch him fall. I..I can't breathe. I can't move. I hear my mother screaming again. I see her running to him, crying out his name. Jessie!!!

She falls onto him, pleading for him to wake up... but he doesn't.

I run from the trailer in my nightgown to go to my dad and the evil man grabs me. My mother panics and begs him to let me go.

Your father will be next. DO you give yourself and the child to me???!!

Just take me! Leave my child with her grandfather.

NO Momma!!! I cry and try to free myself, but he is too strong.

Two for the price of one is the deal...or DIE!

My grandfather curses him. The man laughs and twirls his finger. My grandfather begins to bleed from his eyes.

Your magic does not work on me old fool Zeddicus!!

My mother pleads for him to stop. She agrees to his deal.

You can have us!!! Please stop!!

We ride off with the warlock on his black horse and never see my grandfather again for many years."

Haldir's heart slightly palpitated when she finished, for it saddened him deeply what had happened to her and family, but he knew he had to make her continue, for there was much more he needed to know.

"Tell me all that transpired after."

Jocelyn's flooded eyes fluttered but remained locked in the Marchwarden's as she resumed her terrifying tale.

"I'm waking up. I don't know where I am. I don't see my mother, only other children, lots of them, boys and girls, all of different ages and skin color. They're scared. Some are crying. I'm looking around. I think I'm in a stable? I'm not sure. The walls are wooden. It smells. The floor is dirt. I see daylight creeping through the cracks in the walls.

An older woman speaks to me. She's dressed like a servant.

Come child. We must clean you up and then you will sit quietly with the others until it is time for your bread and water.

I tell her my name and ask her what hers is. She says names do not matter here. I am a number and to do as I'm told.

She bathes me in a stall. The water is dirty and cold. She makes me wear a large cloth for my undergarment, pinned like a diaper. She's brushing my tangled hair. It hurts. She's not gentle like my mother. I hear noise outside. When the woman tends to another child, I sneak to the wall and peek through a small hole. I see lots of me. I think they are guards and I see strange looking people, carnies I suppose, some with physical ailments, almost animal like, dressed for circus acts. I see Harker's trailer. His name is on it. He's coming out with my mother! She's crying, her hair is a mess, her clothes are torn and he is smiling and groping her. I yell to her.

Momma!!

A clammy hand covers my mouth and I'm pulled away from the wall. It's the servant.

Hush child!! Do not draw attention to yourself. You are to be seen and not heard or you will moved up the waiting line.

Wh...what is that?? I ask her.

To be taken to the witch in the woods and you will never return.

But..but I want to see my mother!

You cannot. Ever. She belongs to the master now as do we all. Now go sit down. It is time to eat. You must stay in reasonable shape for when your time comes. If you are rejected, you will suffer dearly.

I'm shaking and crying. I can't stop. Night falls and I hear the most frightening sounds outside. Screaming, moaning, laughing. I cry myself to sleep. Every day is the same. Every night is the same. Every 3 days, I watch children from different groups, nine of them, leave at dusk in a wooden cage on wheels with iron bars. They are replaced with new ones by Harker over the 3 days after and the cycle repeats. He does the work. His men make the delivery.

We travel to new places each week. Places I do not recognize. I don't think I am near home anymore. I scratch marks into the walls each night with a rock to keep track of the days. When we move, I count the marks and memorize the number and then start all over again.

352 days have went by and I am 14 now. It is the summer solstice again. I think I am the oldest of all the children. I am lucky I have not been chosen yet but I wish I would be so I could see the sky and breathe the air again, even if it was for the last time. I regret my thoughts. Dusk is settling in and the wagon is being prepared. Harker comes for me and two others from my group. We're all screaming and crying as we are dragged to our wooden chariot. I...I hear my mother!!! She's still alive!! She's shouting my name and running to me.

NO!!! Please!!! Not her!!

Harker strikes her. She falls to the ground. Her lip is bleeding. He orders the guards to take her away. They carry her off, barely conscious as she reaches for me. I am picked up and violently thrown into the wagon. The children are huddling in the back while I sit alone at the door being gawked at by the two guards who follow.

The journey is long and hot. We are traveling on winding narrow paths near a raging ocean. One of the children had lived in the area. Thomas is his name. His eyes are chocolate like his skin. He calls the inland sea a black sea of death. It eats the living and the dead. On the North-West side is the Dorwinion realm, a land of Warlocks and humans. He says the King is of both light and darkness. Some say he has an evil twin but the boy is not sure. He then tells me that one of the witch Queen's castles dwells on the cliffs of the South-Eastern side and that her King is a King of Goblins who dwells in the Misty mountains far away to the North-West and he also says Harker is his brother. They are both evil but not nearly as their mother, a winter witch.

He looks to the North and reveals that a very powerful Elvenking of light reigns there over the vast woodland realm of Mirkwood. He points to a very hard to see island in the North-East, Devil's Island he quietly calls it, and claims it is an isle of vicious vampires with it's own King, for the true ruler of them all and the most ruthless, reigns in the central Misty mountains. Aren't all vampires? I ask him. He says only if their heart is vicious. His finger sways to the South-East and says a younger more modern vampire, a notorious recluse, lives at the top of the mountain and leads a smaller clan. It is rumored that his mind and heart are at war over humans and that is why he hides in the shadows until he must feed. The boy ends his navigational story of the monsters that circle us by telling me that somewhere, deep in the dark forest, unseen to the eye, there's a hidden realm called the Wander Woods, ruled by a twisted Faerie Queen. I want to laugh because all these things are not supposed to be real, but I cant I cry instead because I know after meeting Harker that they are very real and that I'm about to die. I'm not in Kansas anymore and no wizard will save me. This is another fairy tale. The dark one of Hansel and Gretel.

I see the castle. It almost touches the full moon from high upon the cliff. The wagon stops at the gates. All nine of us are clutching each other and screaming. The guards are poking us with poles and tell us to remain silent. Our breaths must be preserved. We are chained in a single file and led inside. I am first.

Myself and the two behind me are unchained. Thomas is one of them. Servants scurry up to us and drag us off. They mock us as we are primped and polished. They tell us the Queen will not eat what is ugly. I'm staring out the window into the brightly moonlit ocean. There's a giant vessel. Oh my god!! They're throwing the lifeless bodies of children overboard! I pee myself again. Luckily it buys me time but it shortens Thomas's and the other child's. They take them first as I am roughly and speedily cleaned up.

They take me up to the top of the sky scraping tower. The room is prodigious and round, lit by a fire pit in the center. A woman of golden hair, pinned up under a brass crown, stands at a mirror. Her back is to me. She is weeping. There's a man of short ivory hair at her side, holding her up and comforting her.

Time is running out brother. Where is the third child!!??

A grandfather clock echoes two chimes. It is 11:30.

She is here now sister.

The woman turns and stares at us. Her blue eyes are young but evil and her skin is aging. She wears an abundance of jewelry. Upon the ring and pinky finger of her left hand are a metal claws.

I accidentally gasp and she glares at me with a wicked smile. Her voice is soft but it makes my skin crawl. She tells me I will be saved for last since I am the heaviest. I don't understand.

She approaches Thomas. He's small, maybe 10 years old and stands only to my shoulders. I squeeze his hand as she squeezes his face in to a pucker. She tells him he has beautiful skin and likes how it shimmers of youth in the light. Her smile and her gaze turns dark.

Thomas's hand slips from mine as he is lifted by his face up to her face. His feet are kicking as he helplessly dangles in the air. I...I can't breathe. I can't watch. I squish my eyes shut as I hear a sucking noise and then a thud. My eyes pop open and Thomas lies still at her feet. His skin is all shriveled. A servant drags him away and the other child is brought forward by her face. It happens again. I still do no do not watch. I feel her approach me and then she speaks to me.

Open your eyes child. I must see all of you, closely. Every detail. You must be of perfection.

I can't stop myself from opening them. She looks different. Her skin is healing. She is stronger. Now I understand why I am last. Now I understand it all. She is eating our souls to feed and preserve her youth and power.

Ahhh yes. You will do just fine fair one.

She grabs me under my chin and lifts me from the ground. I feel paralyzed. I can't even kick my legs. Her grip is so tight, I am choking and it forces my mouth open. Her mouth opens, unrealistically wide and she begins to suck my soul into her body. I feel my skin tightening. I'm slowly imploding as the air in my lungs is sucked dry. Something else is happening. Something that is not supposed to. I see it in her widened eyes as he hand loosens it's grip. I feel my skin reforming and my breath returning. I see my soul's essence flow from her mouth, back into mine. It has a fiery color swirling in it that it didn't have before. It burns my chest and then becomes cool and tingly. She gasps for air and drops me.

She stumbles back into her brother's awaiting arms and her eyes are gaping mad as she watches me slowly sit up.

Ravenna, my sister, what is it??!! her befuddled brother asks as he too gapes at me.

Help me up Finn. Now!

She's assisted to her feet and she grabs a fistful of my hair as she screams at me.

How OLD are you!!!!!???

Again, I do not understand.

I...I...I am...f..ff...fourteen.

This cannot be! She merely looks 12!" the brother proclaims. "Harker would never send anyone over 13!

She glances at the clock. It is 5 minutes till midnight.

Give me one of the other children! Quickly!

A servant rushes off and comes back with a girl who looks no more than 8. Ravenna finishes her ritual with only seconds to spare. The clock then chimes twelve times as her youthful image is restored.

Ravenna is telling Harker's guards to have Harker return with her next shipment to answer for his mistake and send an extra child to replace me. They are not pleased. She is now ordering Finn to throw me in the sea with the other bodies, but he stops the guards and argues with her.

Sister. I cannot. You must send her back. She survived which means she still belongs to Harker. Not only will it now be considered taking from a warlock, but it is a rule of the spell Jadis has placed. You must never rid of a survivor. It is an omen. There will be consequences, for the girl has consumed some of your magic.

Damn that jealous woman!! It is the only reason she has done this to me!

Sister...I believe bedding the King Jasper was the cause. Look what she allowed Jareth to do to him and his men. You should consider yourself fortunate that Jareth wanted you alive.

Fortunate brother?!!! I had to pay this price to live!! Enough. Today is your lucky day little girl but do not think I will ever forget this, nor forgive it. With that said, you will remain here until Harker arrives to answer for this!!

Harker's men are angry as Finn is dragging me off. I am happy to have escaped death but I do not know what will happen to me now. I feel so desperate."

Jocelyn stopped and Haldir thought for a moment as her eyes remained a prisoner of his. Her story only darkened with the more she revealed and he knew she would remember all of this when he freed her of his mind manipulation and may be traumatized from it, but still...there was so much more he must extract from her memories, for even the simplest of information could be highly useful at some point and...she had all the answers to your questions of the past regarding Sarah and now even Lola and Narcisse were involved. They both were too close to you and Leeanduil, so it had to be done. He had come this far. There was no turning back now.

Haldir's dilated pupils pulsed as the thin ring of blue around them glowed like an eclipse.

He then spoke one word.

"Continue."

More tears rushed upon her flushed cheeks from her immobilized eyes as she obeyed his command.

"I am being locked in a dungeon, only it is not underground. It is in a tower. The door is grated iron. There is only one small window with no glass. It is so hot. There is no bed. I'm so tired. I fall instantly asleep on the filthy floor. My face is burning. I open my eyes and the sun is shining on me. It is morning. I am searching the room for something, anything to help me escape but there is nothing. I feel like I am suffocating. I need air.

I am climbing up to the window. If I could fit through, it would not matter. It has two iron bars in it and there is nowhere to go but hundreds of feet down to my death. It is all a rubble of rocks on the ocean's edge. I see something. What is...that?? It is a large loose iron nail. I...I think I can reach it. I am stretching my arm through the window. I...I've got it! But it's hard to pull and it's hot from the sun I assume. I'm pulling and pulling. It finally comes out. I am looking it over, thinking of what I can do with it. Maybe I can pick the l...oh god! Someone is coming!

I see Finn approaching with food. I'm hiding the nail behind my back as he comes in. Now I realize what I can do with it, but am I brave enough to try?? If I am caught, what will happen to me? I don't care. I have to get away. I don't like how he is looking at my breasts. It is now or never.

He is walking up to me. He touches my bare chest and licks his lips. I am shaking and becoming very angry. The nail is still hot. I cannot hold it anymore. I am clenching it tight and I...I swing the pointed edge at his face. It slices his cheek from his eye to his jaw. He is screaming and I am running out the door he left open. I don't know where I am going. I just keep running. I see an opening with light but when I get there, it is only a drop off to the ground.

I turn and run the other way. I hear Finn's voice and other guards nearby. Corner after corner. I keep going, looking for stairs. I find some and rush down them but now I...I am lost and even more desperate. I see a courtyard and more light coming from a small opening with water on the ground outside of it, but there are guards everywhere. They see me and begin shouting and chasing me and now I have no choice but to run to the hole. One of them almost catches me. I dive into the opening and I am now sliding right into a flooded drainage tunnel. I'm soaked and wading my way through it to the light. I crawl over the edge and I am now on the side of the cliff with nothing but the raging ocean below. They're coming through the water. I have no choice but to jump. I close my eyes tightly shut and force my feet forward. I'm falling. I plunge into the black sea of death. I think my heart has stopped beating.

I'm fighting the current, trying to swim up for air. It's pulling me in the opposite direction. I am going to drown. I can see the light above me. Is it the light we see when we die?

A strong surge pushes me up and I surface, gasping for breath. There are rocks. I cling to them while my lungs fill back up with air. I look up and see a pathway around the cliff.

I'm running again. There are horses tied to a post. I see guards in the distance relieving themselves. I sneak up and untie one of the horses. I have never ridden a horse. I am climbing on and horns begin blowing. The guards see me and begin racing towards me. The horse is startled and he gallops off. I don't know how to control him. He is heading towards the forest that I see in the far distance so I just hold on tight and pray.

I am nearing the forest and the horse stops so fast that I fall off. I see the guards coming. Lots of them. I try to climb back up but the horse moves to the side and shakes his head. He won't let me. Something is frightening him. I pull his reigns to get him to follow me into the forest but he lunges up on his back legs and neighs loudly, then runs off. I turn and run into the forest. I soon find out what the horse was scared of. I am in Ravenna's dark forest.

All the trees are dead. The air is murky and stinks. There's barely any light. I begin to run again when I hear the sound of something screeching. I fall and a mist of sparkles spray into my eyes. It's poison. I'm hallucinating. I keep going, stumbling, trying not to pass out. I fall into a stream and crawl through the mud to get out and now I'm laying on dead birds. There are figures in black cloaks, all watching me. Black beetles are crawling everywhere. Tar is seeping from the trees and dead plants. I am swarmed by bats. Is...is that a dragon or a...a gargoyle in the tree?? It flies down and strikes me with it's wings. Everything goes black.

I'm waking up. I don't know how long I have been here. I realize it has not been long because I hear the voices of guards. I run off to hide under a pile of brush. One of them walks by. I can see through the branches. It is one of Harker's men. I don't know which is worse, him or Ravenna's men.

I stay silent until I cannot see him anymore but he already knew I was there. He drags me out. I cannot free myself from his firm grip on my arm. Finn and three of his armed men come. The gash on his face is gone. I try to run but Harker's man pulls me close to him. Finn extends his hand to me and tells me to come.

I beg the warlock. No. NO! Please don't give me to him!

He holds his weapon out at Finn. Back away. The girl comes with me.

The Queen says otherwise. She has given you your orders warlock.

I do not answer to her. I have my orders. Any rejections go back to Harker. She still belongs to him. You said so yourself.

And she will. After the Queen speaks with him.

4 more of Harker's men show up. One speaks for all.

That is not how the arrangement goes. Your sister knows it. She has no authority to alter the rules. The girl survived. She will rightfully come with us. The Queen cannot be trusted not to harm her. Do you wish to jeopardize your sister's means of receiving what she needs? I know YOU are certainly not going to provide for her on a daily basis. You're merely a man, unlike Harker, and can only travel so far with limited time and resources, that being of the slim to no children in the area. Choose as you will, but we are taking her, with or without a fight.

Finn scowls at us and leaves with his men. I feel better with the outcome but I still fear for my life.

The warlock guards take me straight back to Harker. It is late in the day and they are on edge. I sense they fear his reaction for returning me. They are right to fear him. A wolf like growl escapes through his clenched teeth. His fingertips grow claws of bloody daggers.

I fearfully fall to my knees at his feet as the men push me towards him. They explain all that happened and he orders them to bring him my mother. They drag her down the hall of his trailer and force her to her knees beside me. We cling to each other, shaking and crying. He demands answers from my mother. He is pacing and snarling like a dog between his sentences.

You have been here one year. You know the routine, yet you fail to inform me of your spawn's age!

I...I...did not know it mattered my Master. I swear it!

If it did not matter, then I would give YOU to her!! You see ALL of the children here! Not a one, or so I believed, is over 13 years of age. It is forbidden! My brother is her King and he, along with the Queen will now believe I attempted to kill her! My camps could be raided by his armies of orcs, goblins and wendigos and if that happens, I will feed you and your offspring to them! You better say your little prayers that I can make Ravenna understand and that she was not harmed, for she is far more unforgiving than myself and my brother combined.

He is grabbing her by her hair and pulling her to her feet. Something is happening inside of me. A rage that I have never felt. My eyes uncontrollably dart to a shiny object on his desk as if I knew it was there and knew what it would do. It is a small silver dagger. I run to it. I take it and I spin around, slicing his hand that clenches her hair. He releases her and backs away. An indescribable scream, almost deafening, spews from his mouth with a visible steam like a piping hot tea kettle.

I am reprimanded by his men and the blade is taken. I'm ordered to be locked up in iron chains. I don't see Harker for 2 days. I am in a small cave chained by my ankle to a rock wall. My skin is burning under the shackle and I feel weak. I'm having horrifying dreams of Ravenna. I feel myself changing, internally and physically. I am remembering Finn's words, that I consumed some of her magic."

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 144- Exposed

Summary: The Rivendell bound group stops for a break. Thranduil and Raven clash again. She tries to help, per the request of an elven princess. Boromir tells the tale. The Elvenking has more words that Legolas disapproves of. The Prince is cornered. Thranduil has another intrusive memory. Spies are among them. Narcisse and Jo have a brief spat. A dinner and games are enjoyed, then a sensitive and shocking conversation is held. Jo feels bad. A repeated offer is made.

*Warnings* language, angst, child loss, mentions of death

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It was almost high noon as the sun shone straight above the Bruinen River that sparkled like diamonds from the glowing orbs rays. The group consisting of elves, men, a dwarf, a wizard and a dhampir traveled along the rocky shoreline, finally free of the dark realm and about a quarter of the way to Rivendell, and all were ready for a brief rest. They stopped in a large sunny clearing, soaking in the much needed light, especially Thranduil, who was in the worst of moods, for your memory was becoming a curse to him.

As Raven dismounted the great white horse, her bad leg that wasn't fully healed yet, swung under the animal, missing the ground and on her ass she went. She had never had the luxury of learning to ride a horse when she was growing up, for she never needed to since she was able to fly.

Thranduil's brow arched high as he glared down his nose at her, then he too dismounted with a graceful glide to the ground, presenting no offer of helping her to her feet.

"Do tell me...just how is it that you are of vampire and witch origin when you cannot even balance on your own two feet?"

"You seem to have forgotten that my leg was injured by that little creep who is following us by the way. Just how is it that an ancient elf king such as yourself lacks manners?" she griped as he hobbled up to her feet.

"The only one lacking comportment is you with the discourtesy of your tone to me! And yet you also lack the ability to absorb my directive regarding it!" Thranduil barked as he neared her like a prowling cat, backing her against the horse.

"King Thranduil, may I have words with the girl?" Arwen intrusively asked, sparking a swift head jolt from him in her direction.

"Prithee, it would be quite gratifying." he snarled and walked away.

"Young one. I know the King is trying at times, but I would advise you to refrain from agitating him, for it will only continue to make things unbearable for you. You can change, he will not." Arwen acutely advised.

"But he has changed, in case you haven't noticed and not for the better."

"He has and have you, for the better? Even if he were his true self, his temperament would remain the same. Come and rest for awhile. The journey is still long and treacherous."

Raven was dumbfounded at how much Arwen's words got to her. Had she changed for the better? No...and who was Raven to judge the Elvenking after all she had done. For her to even realize that though made her think that maybe she was capable of change.

She made her way to sit down and watch the others from afar all sitting together in their own little clicks. Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli in one spot, then Arwen, Elrond and Gandalf in another, Thranduil went M.I.A, and then there was Tauriel, a misfit just like her, who also sat alone.

Raven decided to go over and sit by her, for she had not spoken with her yet.

"Hi..." she simply said to the pointy eared redhead as she cautiously sat down beside her at a distance. "I...I like your hair..."

Tauriel side eyed her, then stuck her nose in the air and marched off in a huff.

Raven's eyes glowered at her as she left. "What a bitch..."

She then got up and went back to Arwen. "You see? Why do I even try?"

Of course Raven was greeted by Elrond's devilish brows and a look that could kill that instantly made her regret going over there.

"Do you know how to prepare food?" Arwen randomly asked.

"I...ummm...kinda...I mean, it was always served to me but..."

All three stared at her, Gandalf puffing on his pipe.

"Oh...no...I mean actual food food...not...humans...oh god...just forget it..."

Raven went to walk away but Arwen's words stopped her.

"There are a variety of ingredients for a nice soup in this bag. Why don't you try and make a pot for all."

"Uhhh....o...ok?? Are you serious?"

"Very much so. Everyone is hungry. I was just about to prepare it, but why don't you give it a try?"

"Al...alright."

Raven began her duty, not having a clue in the world as to what she was doing, but it was soup. It couldn't be that hard, she thought.

Aragorn and Gimli both puffed on a pipe as well, as the dwarf entertained with his jokes.

Boromir stood at a small distance from the ranger and dwarf as he started a small fire for the meal that was being prepared. Legolas stood quietly for awhile and watched, then he broke his silence.

"Boromir...my apologies for overhearing the last night but I must confess that I know of your brother's relation of the Queen. He is Josie's brother? A twin if I heard correctly? Forgive me, but...how is this possible?"

Boromir was stunned as he turned to Legolas, then glanced all around to make sure no one else could overhear that didn't know. Finally, he decided to inform the Prince of his astonishing tale.

"It was the witch..." he began.

"I did not believe it possible or even true when I was faced with the knowledge. About a year ago, Faramir and father were having an argument, over something minor, but it was enough to bring forth what was inside of Faramir that no one knew existed, not even him. I believe my father knew who and what he was though and it all began to make sense as to why he treated Faramir so poorly for most of his life."

"Denethor knew? Did he always?"

"I do not believe he did at first. He remains tight lipped on it, which is why I chose to solve the riddle myself and verify what I later learned."

"You said it was the witch? Whom do you speak of?"

"The queen's mother. It all began as I said when Faramir displayed some form of magic. I had just entered the room to find my brother levitating in the air, frightened out of his mind and pleading for me to help him. He was up so high, I had to stand on a chair to pull him down. My father was both terrified and appalled. He fled from the room as I remained and comforted my very confused brother.

Later that evening is when I learned more than I had bargained for. I had found my father, drinking himself into a stupor and speaking with a loyal servant of many years who had also been my mother's midwife. I remained unnoticed outside of the doorway, listening to the entire conversation. Fortunately, because of his impairment, he spoke of everything, and that was the only and last time he ever did.

According to what I heard, my mother went into early labor while my father and I were away. I was only ten and he would take me with him on his travels. She had another boy, but sadly, the child was stillborn. My mother was inconsolable and terrified for my father to know, feeling she failed him and that he would leave her, or even more so, that he would blame himself for not being there.

A winter carnival had been passing through that very day and one of their travelers, a gypsy named Caroline, had went into labor and needed aid. Our people took her in and my mother's midwife delivered her...twins. A boy and a girl, both of red hair. The gypsy demanded to hold the girl and wanted nothing to do with the boy. To the midwife's surprise, Caroline ordered her to her to give "the little bastard" away and to never speak of it to anyone, or she would curse her. To prove her power, the witch gave her a little display of what she was capable of. The midwife watched her own breath forcefully flow out of her mouth as she choked on it. In terror, she agreed, took the boy and ran out and never saw the redhaired woman again.

My mother had heard the baby's cries and made her way to the midwife's chambers thinking her child miraculously lived. When she revealed to my mother what had occurred, it is then that Faramir was born....and the midwife was sworn to secrecy to never reveal it to anyone, not even myself or my father. For ten years, my father was none the wiser and believed Faramir to be his son, until my mother became terminally ill. She had confessed it to him on her death bed and I will never understand why she told him. Guilt maybe? But she made him swear he would still raise him as his own and my father's oath to her is the only reason he kept Faramir with us. None of that stopped him from despising him though, for the obvious reasons, that he was not his or my mother's blood and that he was a witch, or warlock to be more precise.

Faramir was never to be told as well, but it was inevitable for it to be known as his powers peaked last year. About a month ago, his magic seemed to have done just that. He knew I knew something and demanded I tell him because father would not. He barely spoke to him as it was. I told him I would find the truth, the whole truth and not just our father's drunken version....and that's when I went searching for it to find out who this woman was. I then ended up in Lorien only days ago to speak with the Lady Galadriel. She told me the answers I sought may lie in the fountain, but she warned me of the risk. I chose to take it, for my brother, for that he will always be.

The visions of the future came as I gazed into it, washing my reflection away. It was then I saw Faramir with an ageless beautiful woman of fiery hair. They were laughing and she called him brother as they embraced. The scenery. I knew it. It was none other than Thranduil's great halls, for I saw him there too and one other of similar hair and eyes to the King, but he was no elf, but a man and the Queen called him father. I then informed Galadriel of what I saw since I knew she knew of the Elvenking better than most. She confirmed to me of who the woman was. Thranduil's Queen, Josephine and told me who her mother and father were. It was such an overwhelming moment of happiness and sadness.

I then was told I could find her in Dorwinion, for she knew I was going to look for her. Legolas, I had left to find her only hours before you arrived to gather Aragorn and Gimli. Just as I reached the borders of Lorien, I came across Gandalf and Tauriel and when they told me where they were headed and why, I then knew my vision was of truth in seeing the King, for Thranduil had been confirmed alive. I then chose to go with them and aid in the rescue of the Queen's husband. I had to do it for my brother after seeing him so happy with his sister. It told me he would come to love her and be a very important part of his life and what was important to her would matter greatly to him. Aragorn knew everything, so I knew if anything happened to me, he would make it back and tell the Queen and Faramir the truth."

"I..I understand now." Legolas replied as Boromir sat down, feeling a bit lighter in his worries now that another knew. "It makes sense now, for Josie also came into her full powers at the same time. The Seelie queen, she even told Josie that there were two others she shared blood with, one in which she had recently found, a brother, Jace. He was there, in Jareth's Kingdom but did not leave with us."

"She...she has another brother? Does that mean that..."

"No...Jace is not Faramir's brother. he is a warlock yes, but he is Jareth's son with Ravenna, an evil witch Queen."

"But Jareth is not the one the queen called father, so how are she and this Jace siblings?"

Legolas sighed, knowing he had to tell him the awful truth, but he did not get the chance.

"That is because the goblin King is Josephine's father." Thranduil happily cut in as he walked up. "Quite fitting is it not for such a woman. Not even Jareth himself cares for her."

"Then who was the man I saw that she called father?"

"Another wretched warlock by the name of Julian. Jareth's brother. She knew of only him in her upbringing. He was of light but Jareth has turned him dark." Thranduil concluded.

"Just as he has you." Legolas retorted.

Thranduil's eyes slitted at his son, then he turned back to Boromir.

"This would only mean that Jareth is also Faramir's father. Such a pity, going from one dastardly father to another."

Boromir refrained from reacting the way Thranduil had hoped he would.

"It's strange though...this Julian...his eyes...I could swear they are of Faramir's."

"Josephine's mother was a whore. It is known she slept with Jareth while she was at Julian's side. He very well could be Faramir's father and Jareth is Josephine's. I have heard of such a scenario with intimate acts being in close proximity. Twins resulting, both with different fathers. It would explain why Caroline discarded Faramir so easily. She must have known who each child's father was and she only wished to keep the child of the dark one. It is also known that she ended all of her previous six pregnancies, all of girls, because she only wanted the powerful one, the 7th daughter, Josephine. She must have known she was carrying two and kept it hidden from Julian. She then had no choice but to deliver them both, for she would not risk harming her 7th daughter by trying to dispose of the boy before he was born. I am quite surprised she did not sacrifice the child upon his birth, for a malevolent witch like Caroline is known to eat her own young. Either way, she kept the wrong child as now I am adhered to her spawn."

"As well as the other that you once despised! And now you desire her and despise the one you love and that gave you a daughter, in which you would not have if Caroline had given her up. I can hear no more of this immorality!" Legolas raged and marched off with a compressed lipped Thranduil behind him.

"Legolas!" Thranduil barked as he followed him into the forest. "Did you think my ears did not hear of your meeting with the Seelie Queen? What business do you or that woman have with her?"

"This is what you wish to speak of after all that was just revealed? and that woman has a name. One you once could not get enough of speaking. Do you even realize or care that today is her birthday?"

"That ship has since sailed but it would seem it has not for you. Today is just another day, but it also seems it is not for you. Do you think I have forgotten your desire of my...that witch? It is quite clear you still do in your bold and brave defense of her to me."

"I will not speak of that with you or I may find myself speaking to you the way you now speak to others, for I have not forgotten of you and Tauriel either and now no one else will forget it either after you enlightened everyone of it. If anyone has forgotten anything, it is you that has forgotten who you are."

Thranduil walked up to his son and stood beside him, staring out into the wilderness.

"We will not speak of this no more. It is the past and shall remain there, for it cannot be undone, but the future...that can be changed. what we will speak of is Amara. Explain to me your business with her."

Legolas knew he was now cornered and had to tell his father of her entrapment.

"She is the one who informed me of your existence and where you were."

Thranduil's eyes slithered over to Legolas, moonstone eyes meeting moonstone eyes.

"And she just offered you this information out of the goodness of her heart? For she has none. I know Amara quite well, as you know, and she does not give such knowledge without it benefiting her. Tell me Legolas, what is the price that you have paid?"

The Prince turned away from his father, for he could not look him in the eyes when he told him the cost.

"She...would not tell me your whereabouts unless I agreed to take her hand in marriage."

Legolas could hear his father's teeth grind and his eyes burning a hole right through him.

"My son will never be in union with a faerie! especially the likes of that one!"

"Adar...when we return to Mirkwood, I must or..."

"OR??"

"She was implicit of her intentions but I am certain she threatens of harm to your Queen."

Legolas expected his father to scold him for calling you that, but shockingly, he did not.

"No one coerces my son! And you! This is why you agreed to her terms?? Not to save me, but to save that dreadful witch!! If you think I have changed my son, you have seen nothing yet!"

Thranduil stormed off back through the forest, finding himself so angry, a sharp pain seared through his head as a memory of you struck him hard.

He saw himself on one knee before you on the banks of the Forest River, shirtless with a wounded shoulder from Malsin's arrow that he took to save you. Yanking out strands of his hair, he formed a makeshift ring and asked for your hand in marriage telling you that the day you were born was the most perfect of all days because it was for him and his for you. You had said yes as you cried and held your hand out for him to place the ring upon your finger. Thranduil felt the sting in his eyes of the tears he had in that moment and he told you that he would never let anyone harm you, that he put his life on it.

"aaaaaaAAAAAHHHH!!!" he squalled as he struck a bush with his sword, now realizing his anger was not of the web Amara spun around his son, but subconsciously of her threat upon you.

Raven's soup was piping hot and ready to be served. She was nervous, yet hopeful that all would like the concoction of broth, soggy lembas and herbs, for that is all she had to work with.

She even tried to be nice and took a bowl to Aragorn, who had made it well known of his dislike of her. Aragorn was a good man and even in his feelings of her, he tried to be polite and took the soup as she stood and watched him, anticipating his reaction.

The very second it washed over his taste buds, he cringed inside, for it was awful.

"It's good." he severely lied because her eyes had held so much aspiration.

She smiled excitedly and went to get a bowl for herself. As she did so, Aragorn quickly dumped it out into the rocks beside him.

Gimli on the other hand, wasn't so nice, mainly because of how she treated him back at the camp, but also because it really did taste something horrid.

"We may as well just eat salt by the spoonful." he said loud enough for her to hear him.

"W..what?? I did not put salt in there?? It is broth, lembas, some pepper and sugar for a little sweetness so it wouldn't be so bland!"

Arwen's brow lifted as she bent down and picked up the canister of the said 'sugar' that was now empty.

"Raven...child...this was salt. There is no sugar among these items."

All eyes were upon her in silence. "Oh...I...uh...I tried...well, I guess I screwed up again..."

"You can say that again!" Gimli griped.

"I..I told you all that I didn't have much experience in cooking!" she shouted and ran off to sit behind a tree and cry.

Legolas had just returned without the King and did a hard pass on the soup after witnessing all of their reactions. He then sensed something...something evil in the air.

"What is it Legolas?" Aragorn asked as he noticed the elf's concern.

He ran up to the top of some rocks so he could see out into the broad open distance.

His eyes locked onto a black cloud of something moving towards them from afar.

"What is that??" Boromir asked with frantic eyes.

Legolas soon realized what it was. The same thing that taunted he and you in Dorwinion on your way back from Narcisse's villa.

"It's Jareth's spies!!"

"Hide!!!" Aragorn shouted.

Everyone ran behind the boulder sized rocks and hid under the surrounding shrubbery as a superabundant flock of cacophonous black birds swarmed over them.

Once the sinister shadows were gone, the group got out and swiftly began packing up their things.

"We are being tracked. We need to go now!" Aragorn commanded.

Thranduil had viewed the disturbance from the trees and immediately made his way back to the horses by the river as did everyone else, finding a frightened Raven cowered under a tree.

"Pathetic excuse for a powerful immortal. On your feet, unless you wish to be dragged back to Jareth by the orcs that will soon come!"

"I...I...I..can't...." she blubbered as she peed herself at the thought of what Jareth would do to her.

"Hi!!" (Now) he snapped as he whipped his hand down to her.

Raven jumped and squeaked at his deep roar and took his hand.

"Nor-!" (Ride), the King shouted to all.

He yanked Raven up behind him and off they all raced through the forest this time, for being out in the open was now too dangerous.

 

Narcisse arrived back at his villa almost two hours later to find you in the outside dining area sipping on hot tea.

"Stephane! I was going out of my mind. Is everything alright? Is Leean..."

"Your sweet baby is fine. She is with Lola and Haldir. No need to worry my lady. All is fine."

Upon noticing his arrival, a punctual servant brought you both some wine and an appetizer plate as Stephane sat down at the table across from you, in which he quickly swallowed the vintage down. You of course, passed on the evil liquid after what it did to you the evening prior.

"It certainly don't seem fine? You look frazzled and...why did you feel the need to mention Haldir being with her?"

Narcisse smiled and scooted is arm across the table, taking your hand that you happily accepted.

"Jo, is it that odd for Haldir to spend time with Leean?"

"Well...no. It's just that...I've come to know you very well, and I can tell something is wrong. I mean, you took off with that guard like the castle was on fire and not to mention, my intuition tells me you're not being forthcoming."

Narcisse sighed and sat back. "Alright...Jo, I think it you that has not been forthcoming. Shall you tell me the entire truth of what happened when you found my horse or shall I tell it for you?"

Fuck...is all you thought. Charles must have spilled the beans.

"Well why don't you tell me what it is that you think you know."

"Josephine...." he simply said with a disappointed expression. You had come to learn that he only called you by that name when he was in a very serious mood. Still...you couldn't bring yourself to rat Garrett out even if Stephane knew.

"Alright then, since you choose to be coy. I know about what happened to the guards and I know how it happened. Keeping silent about Garrett is not helping his case, for I am having him searched for as we speak."

"What?? No! I swear to god if you or anyone harms him..."

"He will not be harmed if you give me good reason why, although I see no good reason that he came onto my lands and torched one of my men with his pyromaniac tendencies."

You flung up in a rage. "It is apparent that you aren't going to care what the reason was for you have already deemed him guilty because you despise him!"

Narcisse then stood up as well. "Jo, I have proof of what he's done but I would much rather hear it from you."

"Proof? What exactly did Charles tell you huh? Because he saw the exact same things that I did and it was not Garrett's fault!"

"Charles did not tell me anything. The cowardly other guard discreetly left a letter for me about the incident and is yet to be found."

"W..what? How is that...I saw him fall...."

"It would seem Garrett is slacking and not to mention, did you forget that the reason I was called to the castle is because two other bodies were found...one of them being the guard that you had a confrontation with in the dining hall...Jo...their hearts were ripped out. I don't know what sick game the vampire is playing but..."

"He did not do this!! He wouldn't! It is not his style!"

"He's a vampire Josephine! It is very much his style. He kills the bad ones does he not??"

"He does! and they were bad!! So what is the big deal? You should be happy that your deceitful guards were caught for it seems you have many of them! But he does not tear out their hearts nor leave them to be found! Common sense Narcisse!"

"He left the other guards did he not???"

"He...he did but...that's because he was ashamed that I saw what he did...and what he did was to protect me! Ask Charles! Your two traitorous guards were going to kill me AND your son because we caught them there with Arion!"

"Ahhh...and the truth shall set you free! You lied to me Jo! All to protect Garrett."

"I did and I would do it all over again! Those guards got what they deserved and the fact that you don't care about that part tells me of your truth! That you have wanted a reason to get rid of Garrett all along and now you have one, except that it's not justifiable! I meant what I said. If you or your men harm him, I am gone! I will hate you for the rest of my life! Take me back to the castle now!" you shouted in indignation and stormed off inside the villa.

"Jo...please...."

Narcisse knew he was now between a rock and a hard place. he then threw his napkin down and went after you.

Once inside, he found you putting your coat on and crying.

"Jo...please stay. Let's talk about this. We can work something out."

"If you will not take me, I will walk!"

"Jo, do not be ridiculous. It is too dangerous now and you do not have the pendant, remember?? Haldir does."

"The only way I will stay and that this can be worked out is if I have your word you will back your men off of him and leave him alone!! If you must know, he left for a reason and he is not coming back! So that should satisfy your vengeful little heart."

Narcisse watched you fall into the chair and cover your face as you sobbed which completely broke him in two.

He snapped his fingers at one of the guards and he promptly came over to the warlock lord.

"Take another guard with you and go back to the castle. Give Bash my orders to stand down on the search for Garrett. Proceed with caution, for there is still someone killing my guards."

The guard nodded and left, while your hands slid down from your face in shock.

"There. You see? My vengeful little heart isn't so vengeful after all."

"Just...like that...you're calling off the hunt..."

"If it keeps you from hating me and in my life, then yes. You...you mean everything to me Jo. If you just would have trusted in me to begin with..."

"But you just showed me earlier why I couldn't.."

"You're...right. I did. But I also let that other guard live because you asked me to."

"But...you knew I wouldn't want you to harm Garrett either Stephane!"

"You're right again...what can I do Jo? To fix this??"

"For starters, you can take me back to my child. This date has been ruined."

"It doesn't have to be. We shouldn't be outside for leisure, so yes, our trip will have to be discontinued, but..we can continue it here? Stay with me for a little while longer and let me show you the man I really am...and if you still want to go after that, I will take you back. Leean is safe. Haldir is staying in the room with she and Lola and you know he would never let harm come to her and the castle is on lockdown as well. Jo...I'm really trying here..."

His somber eyes stupidly sucked you right in. As much as you hated to admit it in that moment, you did care for him....and he definitely was trying like he said.

"Alright....I will stay, but only for awhile. As much as I know Haldir would die before letting harm come to Leean, I still am not comfortable with being away from her at a time like this. Not to mention, Haldir must be going out of his mind himself with worry."

"If it's of any significance, I would also die before I ever let anything happen to you or that sweet little angel."

Welp, he had you again. Right back in the palm of his hand. You knew what he spoke, he meant with every breath in his body....and every breath in yours made you cave.

"I...I know you would....and that means so much to me."

"Can...we just start over? Maybe go enjoy the dinner I have had prepared for you? It is still your birthday."

"What, you mean you did not cook it?" you grinned.

"No...that cake was a bit too tedious as it was...but...I did make sure that the courses will be to your liking. I pay attention, remember?"

"That you do."

Off you went to the private dining area with Narcisse and enjoyed a good two hours of wine, in which you merely sipped, food and talking. It was the first real meal you had eaten in awhile with all the craziness going on lately. And he was right, you definitely enjoyed the dinner which consisted of chicken, mashed potatoes, asparagus, salad and more cake for dessert. A chocolate one this time with a vanilla pudding center.

You spent the rest of the afternoon practicing your skills at Narcisse's archery range with him, taking all of your frustrations out on the target as you pictured Raven's face, just as you did when Garrett had helped you practice your magic at his caste. You would always blame her for Thranduil's death.

Before you knew it, you had lost track of time and dusk was setting in.

"Stephane, I really should go back. I did not mean to stay this long."

"But you did stay this long because you were actually enjoying yourself for once. I will take you if you like, but I would advise against traveling at night. If Garrett did not kill those two others, someone did and they are still out there somewhere."

"But...they are only killing your guards, or it would seem that is what they are after."

"It would seem that way, but I am not willing to risk your life to find out. Come, join me for a drink by the fire."

He went to get the wine while you waited in the study, feeling a bit nervous, for you didn't know what this night was going to hold. So many thoughts plagued your mind. Should you stay or should you risk your safety and Stephane's to get back to Leean? What good would you do her if you were dead? She had already lost one parent and would never know him. Eventually you talked yourself into staying.

Stephane came in with a smile and the wine, then poured you a glass and handed it to you.

"Please Jo, have a seat. Relax. You seem tense. Do I...make you nervous?" he asked with a little arrogant smirk.

"No??" you lightly huffed and sat down, only making him grin more.

"So...tell me more about your bother Bash? Or brothers actually since you said you have more than one."

"Well...there are three of us. Myself and Bash obviously, the other is...dead."

"Oh...Stephane I..I am sorry..I..."

"It's alright Jo, no need to apologize. We weren't close and he wasn't a good man. I tend not to speak of him much, for he had done despicable things far worse than I have ever done."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You don't have to talk about him. I know what it's like to have a sinister sibling as you know."

"Yes you do. I suppose mine was like her. She was responsible for your King's demise and my brother...he was responsible for my father's death."

"Oh..I...I thought you said that man you fought was?"

"He was. He was put up to it by my brother. Rahl, or Darken Rahl he was known by, wanted this Kingdom, but my father would never allow it, for he knew what he was and knew he would ruin it and his legacy....so my brother had him killed...and then he planned to kill me as well so he could inherit the lands....but needless to say, I got to him first....then I took care of the man that killed my father. He did it all for money, for as you saw, he was a greedy gambling bastard."

"So, this brother of yours had that kind of money? I mean, I would only assume the price something like would require."

"He did...and he had my face."

"Ok, what? Now I am confused. Did he change his image with his power? and why would he want to look like you?"

"He didn't need to change his face. Rahl is my twin...and that man used to be my friend. What a better way for him to get that man to do his dirty deed. The man knew my lands and castle inside and out and was trusted not only by me, but my father, so it was all a perfect crime for Rahl to commit."

"Oh..my god. I...I remember now, you telling me once a long time ago you had a twin. I'm so sorry, I just forgot."

"No worries Jo. I remember that conversation and it was brief, not to mention, you and I weren't on good terms then, so I would not expect you to recall that."

"Well still...you remember everything about me. Guess I just feel a little bad that I would forget something like that."

"Don't feel bad Jo. My life isn't all of that great importance....Well, it would seem I have drank all the wine. I am going to go get more."

Off he went and you could tell by his demeanor that he was now upset over speaking of something that was clearly painful for him.

About fifteen minutes went by and Narcisse had not returned. You became a little worried and went looking for him.

As you walked the foreign halls, you found him standing on a patio, staring out into the night sky.

"Stephane? Are you alright?" you asked as you crept up behind him, completely startling him in his deep thought.

He spun around and then laughed at his own reaction.

"I'm so sorry." you giggled. "I didn't mean to scare you. It's just, you didn't come back and I..."

"You were...worried about me?" he asked as if it were hard to believe.

"Of course I was, especially with all that has happened...and...because I feel that I have upset you in making you talk about something you don't like to speak of."

"Jo...no...you didn't make me do anything. I...wanted to tell you. You're the first person I have ever wanted to tell anything about my life to."

"Well...you said that your life is of no importance. That is not true. It is important to me Stephane." you sweetly said as you placed your hand upon his, in which a soft electrical current flowed through through both of you.

He glanced down at your hand and you could see it in his face, how he was not used to affection or the magic that came with your touch. You then stepped closer to him and peered up into his fire lit eyes from the dancing flames of the brazier's on the patio.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course Jo."

"Well...it is still my birthday and I would like two things, if I may?"

"Anything your heart desires is yours my lady."

"Kiss me."

His eyes widened, then softened as they smiled at your unexpected request. Slowly, he placed his free hand on your cheek and leaned down. Your heart was racing as he neared your lips, then they united with yours so tenderly. Your lips parted, taking his mouth in fully, tasting the succulent mixture of wine and peppermint on his tongue as it softly touched yours. A slight moan escaped him as he tasted you back while inhaling your cherry scent through his nose.

You ended the kiss to his dismay, but with a a sensual smile.

"Well now. That was quite nice. So...what is the other thing you wish for my lady? I hope it is not for me to teach you to fly."

His grin was so alluring. Your hand was still upon his as you simply stated your next request and then you walked inside.

"A bath..."

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 137- The Nine

Summary: Legolas attempts to reach Josie, but without prevail. Tauriel is accompanied by two others. Raven and the King hit a dead end, but the Elvenking senses freedom. He and the dhampir collide. Jace knows the way. It's sink or swim!! A ghostly ally reappears. Vampire alert. Orc alert. Cave Troll alert. Jareth alert.............

*Warnings* Angst, violence, language, death, drowning, sexual references

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Legolas stood mystified as his moonstone eyes danced through the hazy skies, trying desperately to hear your voice again.

"How is this possible, to hear the voice I adore. Speak to me my lady, for I have heard your plore." the smitten sprite poetically pleaded with anticipation.

"My lady? Is that what you address her as now?" Tauriel asked with a hint of jealousy as she snuck up behind the distracted Prince.

"Once more, my personal affairs are none of your concern and once more, I implore you to leave. Return to Lake Town or wherever it is you bring your misery to now."

"Dale, if you must know, is where I sojourn and..."

"I did not inquire as to where you reside, nor do I care. How suitable though, to choose a realm of dwarves."

"Legolas...are you so inclined to despise me forever?"

"Is that a rhetorical question? I can no longer linger here with your irrelevance."

"Not so fast Legolas Greenleaf. Just how is it that you are speaking to Josie? Only your father possesses that ability."

"I will not speak to you of the Queen. Now leave us. You are not needed here...nor wanted."

Legolas walked off as Tauriel adamantly followed.

"Maybe not, but I have brought others that you will want and need and more will come!" she called out behind him.

Legolas halted and turned to her with a raised brow and then noticed two others conversing with Aragorn and Gimli.

"Gandalf? Boromir?" Legolas whispered with incredulousness.

"I found them on my travels after you departed Caras Galadhon. Boromir is here for the King of Gondor and Gandalf was summoned by Lady Galadriel to assist in the mission to rescue the King Thranduil. I suppose, like me, she believed that only three of you against Jareth and his guild of goblins was not sufficient."

Legolas then went over to speak with them as he ignored her last statement.

"Legolas Greenleaf, a vision indeed." Gandalf exclaimed.

"Prince Legolas." Boromir greeted with a single head bow.

"Welcome old friends. It has been too long."

"What joyous news of King Thranduil's renascence." Gandalf rejoiced. "Aragorn has informed us that he is further North inside the mountain."

"Yes, that is what he confirmed with our last contact. We had to abort our first attempt to enter, for the way is shut." Legolas explained.

"I see you have made the dastardly acquaintance of King Jasper. His way may be shut, but not all. Here on the east side, there is one more way in..."

"Thranduil, as much as I cannot stand him, we really should have let Jace out. He could help us and I'm pretty sure we need all the help we can get after that run in we just had with the goblins." Raven said as she wiped blood from her face with a scowl at the tunnel's dead end they arrived at.

"I handled the beasts efficiently which is why we are here and they are not." the Elvenking retorted as he wore their blood proudly upon his own face.

"Hey, I killed one, thank you!!"

"One out of fifty. It is clear the warlock spawn was not needed. I have aid awaiting us."

Raven's brow lifted as her eyes sarcastically scoured the predicament they were now in.

"Oh...welll why didn't you say so because that will SURELY help us now that we are trapped deep in the ground with no way out but back into the goblin pit and no one knows where we are except Jareth....wait...what aid??"

"Legolas has come with others, and he is well aware of...."

Thranduil stopped mid sentence and walked up to the wet stone wall and touched it as if he were listening to something.

"Thranduil??"

"Do you hear that?"

Raven tilted her head as her eyes wandered about. "No??"

Thranduil closed his eyes. "Legolas? Can you hear me?"

"What are you doing?? I hear nothing..." Raven impatiently asked.

Thranduil swung his sword out, pointing it at Raven's chest without even looking at her as he tried to keep his focus.

"Jesus." she snapped as she jumped back. "I already feel like I'm going to hurl as it is!"

"Adar! I am here." Legolas shouted, making Thranduil flinch. "Where are you now??"

"A dead end in the tunnels. I hear water. I believe I am at the Hoarwell's crossing through the mountain on the east side."

"We are headed that way now. Father, you must not remain there, for you will soon be swarmed."

"I have my ring. The light will bring me home." Thranduil spoke out loud.

Thranduil then became distracted by Raven's gags as she huddled over, throwing up. As he stared at her red hair, a vision invaded his mind of you in his washroom as he held your hair back when you were ill. For only a moment, the King's eyes softened as he slowly reached his trembling hand out to Raven's hair, although it was you he was seeing before him.

"King Thranduil, let me out of here! More are coming. I can hear them! I know a way out!" Jace shouted from his cell down the darkened way.

Thranduil's hand whipped back to his side as his body stiffened up in vexation. Not at the warlock, but at you...at his own mind for betraying him with emotions he did not want.

"What is wrong with you? Collect yourself girl!" he snapped at Raven.

"I'm fine, Thanks for asking."

Raven swiped the back of her hand over her mouth with a huff and took off towards Jace's cell.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm setting him free, what does it look like? Your ring cannot take on the thousands that will overtake us, paired with Jareth and his two deranged brothers. The more power we have, the better."

"The pot calling the kettle black. Typical dhampir." Thranduil snarked as he sauntered behind her. "He has no power, for he is weakened by silverbane. I can smell it, or have you tossed all of your senses, including the ability to make wise decisions onto the ground along with your morning breakfast?"

"Hello pot, meet kettle." she snarked back. "Your decision making hasn't exactly proven to be of Elvenking material considering Jareth damn near gave you a lobotomy...and now here we are, sitting ducks because you didn't kill them as you should have."

Thranduil's lips pressed firmly together, his jaw clenched and his pupils dilated with rage as he crept behind her like a mountain lion stalking it's prey.

As Raven reached Jace's cell, Thranduil's sword came wielding so strong and fast in front of her, she swore her head was severed for a moment until what she thought was blood flying before her eyes, were fragments of her hair.

"Yet again, you dare mock me and my motives. Was constricting your airways not subtle enough for your half-witted mind? It is like you cannot help yourself and that slithering tongue. It would seem to me, the one I should have ended is you." Thranduil snarled as he once again held his sword to her chest.

"Funny, for wanting me dead, it certainly didn't appeal to you while your cock was inside of me. I would rather rush upon this blade than be at Jareth's mercy again, so either kill me and face the oncoming surge alone, or let me release Jace and we fight together!"

Jace's eyes widened with disbelief of Thranduil's tryst with a dhampir. he knew the King was not in his right mind, but this would surely destroy you if you were to find out, and it would not come from his lips if he could help it. You were his sister and although he only knew you for one day, he loved you and would do everything to protect you.

Thranduil saw it in Raven's fiery eyes. She spoke the truth of her choice to die over facing Jareth's wrath, for unlike the Elvenking, the goblin king would not make it quick, but instead torture her for days and nights upon end.

The stampede was getting closer. Thranduil hesitantly lowered his blade.

"Release him...but be warned warlock. If you have told untruth to be freed, I will free your tongue and watch you choke on it."

"Noted." Jace sarcastically stated and stepped back from the bars as he put his shirt on. "Do your thing wicked one."

Raven grinned at the devilishly dashing male witch and with a blazing glow of her eyes, the lock began to smoke and popped.

"Thank you." Jace offered to Raven as he walked out. "As Thranduil said, my powers are weak, but yours are not. May I have your sword until I am strong again?"

"You're very welcome." she said in a slightly smitten tone and handed him her sword as Thranduil side eyed her. Raven was finding it quite hard to remain angry with the hunk of hotness and also found it quite incredulous that he was an offspring of Jareth's.

"Now, where is the way out?" Thranduil inquired with narrowed eyes.

"Look up....where you came in."

Thranduil and Raven's eyes proceeded up the stone walls to see a barely visible ledge pathway that traveled along the mountain's interior, high up into the darkness where a small light could be seen.

'Where does it lead??" Raven anxiously asked.

"Back into the caverns and not far from there is a way to out to the east side of the mountain. It is where I entered and when I was captured, they brought me down that way."

"Well hot damn...let's go!" Raven cheered.

They all moved quickly to get to the ledge but as they neared it, a never ending heard of goblins were coming towards them down the stone ramp.

"We aren't going to make it before they get to us!" Raven shouted in fear.

Thranduil turned and stared back at the wall where he heard the river. "Yes we will."

He then extended his arm forward and made a fist with the hand that bore the moonstone ring.

"Thranduil?? What are you doing?"

"Goblins cannot swim."

Raven gasped. "Oh my god, you're not going to.....Jace, cover your ears!!!"

"What? Why?"

"You're about to find out!"

Jace's eyes widened as he quickly threw his hands over his ears as did Raven. The burst of blue light that powered out of Thranduil's ring sent a backdraft behind him, knocking Raven right into Jace.

The hum of the light sword was a deafening squeal, which rattled the iron cell doors as it whizzed by them. The stone wall exploded on impact and a raging river came in like a flash flood.

"RUNNNN!!!!" Raven screamed.

The three sprinted towards the ledge as the white rapids pursued them.

"Jace, grab the King!"

The warlock locked his arm around Thranduil's and Raven did the same to his other. The two witches took into flight just as the water crashed into the mob of ghastly goblins, swallowing them whole while they screeched and splashed about to their drowning deaths.

Thranduil, Raven and Jace watched from the ledge as the tunnel flooded and no more goblins could be seen except the ones that were able to retreat back up the ramp.

"We must keep moving. Jareth will know where we are headed." Jace alerted.

Up the triol went along the winding path and back into the endless labyrinth.

"Father is near the Hoarwell river." Legolas informed his company as they trekked up the side of the mountain with Gandalf in the lead.

Just then, the mountain roared and shook.

"What in tarnation was that??" Gimli asked as they all stopped and looked about.

"Father..." Legolas grinned.

Aragorn felt a presence and turned around to see King Jasper appearing through the mountain wall.

"We fight..." he simply said as he walked right up to the ranger and then he vanished.

"Father, speak to me. What has happened?"

Legolas spoke out loud this time as the others listened to only the Prince speak.

"Legolas. I am free of the tunnels and now heading south though the third layer of caverns."

"We are coming up to an east side entrance. Do you know where it is located?"

"I am aware yes, but far from it."

"Keep moving. We are coming."

"Father is headed this way but he is still far away. Tauriel...when you said others will come, whom do you speak of?"

"I am unsure. I just know....but one thing I do know...vampires are watching. I saw them. Lestat and Marius."

"They are here to help if needed. I am certain of it. Lestat has his own grievance with Jareth for destroying his Kingdom. He must have been alerted by the violin and is now aware that my father is here and alive. No harm shall come to them after the loss Lestat has suffered in aiding us." Legolas explained to all.

The sixsome carried on up the mountainside and came to a peak where the entrance was.

It was a deserted one and they were about to see why.

Upon entry into the darkness, Gandalf magically lit his staff which revealed the dead scattered about, only they were not Jasper's men. They were dwarves.

Gimli became extremely upset, almost to the point of tears as he looked them over. Most had been shot with arrows.

Legolas went to check the arrows...for that would tell him who massacred Gimli's descendants.

'Goblins!" he attested in rage.

"Although goblins consume most of Jareth's realm, there are far worse evil that lurks in it. Orcs being one." Gandalf explained as they continued on.

Up the stairs and over the dead they went into a room filled with more dead. Gimli was inconsolable at the sight as he loudly cried, for many he knew by what they wore.

One laid against a table holding a sizeable book tightly against him. Gandalf went over and removed it, then opened it and began reading the contents.

Legolas whispered to Aragorn. "We must move on. We cannot remain here."

"We have taken refuge and barred the doors, but we cannot hold them for long. Drums in the deep, shadows move in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming." Gandalf translated.

They then heard them...the sound of drums arising from the well....and then echoes of sinister screeching.

"Orcs!!!" Legolas shouted.

They all rushed to bar the door with the axes belonging to the dead and then Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir and Tauriel stood waiting with their bows raised as Gimli held his axe and Gandalf, his sword.

The door began to shimmy and chunks of the wood began to splinter as the orcs chopped at it with their axes. Once there were wide enough gaps, the foursome began firing their arrows, striking multiple orcs and continued on as the gruesome beasts barged through.

Gandalf and Gimli began swinging their weapons, killing the orcs one by one until there were none...or so they thought.

An ominous roar sounded in the distance.

"They've brought a cave troll!" Boromir shouted.

The treacherous troll was the size of all six of them times three. He burst through the doorway, demolishing the surrounding structure and stomped his way towards them. Arrows, sword and axe all attacked the monstrosity from every angle as it swung a cannonball sized morning star at them like it was a merely a toy.

More orcs arrived and now their attention had to be given to them as well. Legolas fought two of them off with great ease, being the agile ninja like warrior he was.

"Legolas! Duck!!" Tauriel shouted to the Prince as the troll set his sights on the elf and swung the spiked wrecking ball.

When he arose, the troll snapped his burly iron chain at him, wrapping it around a stone pillar, in which Legolas quickly stepped upon it and ran his way up the linkage, straddling himself over the trolls enormous head. After moments of being whipped around by the pissed off giant, Legolas was able to take aim and plunge an arrow straight into his skull. He then leaped off of him as the mammoth creature wailed and crashed to the ground...dead.

"Let's move!!" Aragorn commanded.

The six scurried out of the room and made it into a cathedral sized dark area full of stone pillars and up above, the goblins swarmed the ceilings like an infestation of spiders and crawling down the pillars.

The dastardly creatures barricaded the six from every corner, forming an unbreakable circle around them as they closed in, bearing their snarling snaggled sharp teeth.

Gandalf's light from his staff was not phasing them any so Legolas began to pull out the phial of starlight that Lady Galadriel gave him until a bellowing demon like growl echoed through the darkness. The goblins began to screech like banshees as their eyes darted around in panic and then they abruptly scampered back up the pillars, leaving the six vulnerable to what lied in the near distance.

A bright orange fiery light traveled through the pillars in the distance.

"What is this new monstrosity?" Boromir inquired with a deep fearful whisper as Aragorn and Legolas looked at Gandalf, already knowing as he did, what...and who it was.

"Jareth. The balrog."

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Thranduil and Josie fic

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Happy birthday Craig Parker!!!

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Thranduil and Josie fic

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