Where Assassins Hale

Chapter Five

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. All rights go to J.R.R. Tolkien. In no way am I profiting off of this. I'm simply borrowing the characters for my own enjoyment. Also, this is an inspiration off of SkyLeafAlchimists, "All that Remains" I did get her permission before posting. As, I previously typed in previous chapters.

Chapter Five

Ever since Esgal was a youngling training under the watchful guidance of his superior Sauron there wasn't much room to fall to errors in judgement. He always valued perfection each and every knife he threw had to make its target along with every kick and punch or each position he found his legs and arms in.

He trained day and nights, some nights were longer than others and some were unbearable. Those were the nights that made him into what he had grown up and even strived to be. An assassin, emotionless, strong, and detached – a forged weapon that held no lingering emotions.

The wind was at a standstill. His red eyes glance at the blue sky of Arda noticing that there were no birds chirping filling the empty void of the brisk night. The cold never bothered him, in fact it helped him really. His form blended into the lush green leaves of the trees.

No one could detect his presence, or could even see his glow that he kept suppressed. It had been a pain in the beginning, the repetitive lectures Sauron more like yelled than talked into him. Until, his starlight glow died out replaced with the shadow that clung to the darkness.

The air felt freeing somehow. At first, he put it to his elven heritage. That Elves were creatures of the outside world and weren't meant to live in small enclosed spaces. He had been living in a cave-like palace ever since he could remember. He had no memories of his time before meeting his Superior and Master.

The only thing he had really was the crystal-like rock that had brought him here. He didn't know what it was but he knew that it was something important. Important enough he did not mention it when he had been training with Sauron and Morgoth.

He didn't put too much thought into wondering who he could possibly be. After all he rather enjoyed his missions that he received and couldn't imagine doing anything else. Besides, this wasn't the time to think of such thoughts. He had a mission to fulfill after all. He had made great haste in following his orders to assassinate Finwe, the High King of the Noldor.

He leapt off of a branch, gracefully. The shadows keeping him hidden in the daylight. He had covered much ground since the early morning and unto the brisk night. He crossed many rivers, forests, and valleys. Undetected. Even running into enemies of his master. Killing each one of them swiftly just like his Master taught him.

He was a night's travels to the Kingdom of the Noldor. He had heard among the wind the King was readying his people to travel back to the Valar. His master – Morgoth – did not wish for this to happen.

Night was going to be upon him soon so he made his mind up to set up camp for the night it wasn't going to do him much good if he was irate and tired – mistakes could be made which would lead him to trouble. It was always a good idea to be ready for a mission when the mind was cleared.

So he leapt up into a tree and closed his eyes relishing in the calming mood the trees always brought him. He didn't know why the trees had always calmed him – he could sometimes hear the whispers of the trees calling him shadow leaf – he didn't mind the nickname – he didn't mind Esgal either, yet the thought of his real name would always be on his mind.

He soon fell into a light slumber – a dream quickly followed...

He was standing in the center of a forest. His dark hair flowing through the light wind. His head was looking upward to the night sky. Somehow this was familiar to him. Watching as the night sky lit up from the stars that glowed and shined down upon him. Although, a snap of a twig alerted him.

He turned his head as his body quickly followed suit only to stop. He hadn't seen anything like him before – the bright and radiant creature before him couldn't be classified as a creature at all, but something more than a creature. Ethereal, maybe. The figure before him was familiar, but the ethereal creature before him was clouded in a bright light that he couldn't make any distinctive features about him. It nerved him. He was sure it was saying something, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

The light got brighter and brighter until he couldn't take it anymore.

His eyes blink open only to recognize the surroundings. The dream was strange to say the least. Although he didn't think too much on it. Dreams didn't matter to him nor the figure of light within them. Seeing the sky was still clouded in darkness he leaned back into the tree trying to catch a little bit of sleep, before the morning that would carry him to the Noldor and that much closer to completing his mission to assassinate the High King Finwe.

Unknown to Esgal from within his pack the stone that carried him though time was glowing brightly.

Till next time...

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