Dark Elf

Suddenly the great bow of Lórien sang.  High above, a dark shape veered towards them with a croaking cry of triumph and swooped downwards.           

The elf turned to face his companions with a cold, feral grin.  The ring on its slender chain dangled from his long fingers.  “My Lord knows of our presence.  He will be here shortly.”  He regarded their shock contemptuously.  “Surely you did not think Gollum escaped from Mirkwood?  I released him.”  He turned and called into the night.  “Come here, my pet.”

Gollum crept from the shadows and rubbed lovingly against Legolas.  “Yess, master,”  he crooned.

Author’s Notes:  Written for AU challenges on Tolkien Weekly and HASA.