OKAY...this is OLD XD I'm ashamed of it, but I think it's fun to see how I've improved. So I'm releasing it again XD enjoy! And please tell me if it was funny or cringy

Just a few facts before we begin:
1. The dead supernatural beings return as ghosts. Not elves or dwarfs, just supernatural. No one can see them, but they're there.
2. The vampires are weak to a herb named vervain. It grows in the forest, but no one really knows it's real purpose.
3. Vampires can't walk in the sun, except for if he/she is wearing a cape or something to protect themselves from it.
4. They can compel people to do anything they want by looking them in the eyes, if the human don't have vervain on them or in their system.
5. They heal wounds super fast.
6. When blood is near their eyes get red, the veins around their eyes get visible and their fangs comes out. Their cravings get real strong.
7. It is possible for a vampire to survive on animal blood, but they are weaker and the cravings for real human blood never goes away.
8. Super speed and super strength.
9. Immortal, except for a wooded stake through the heart or getting the heart ripped out.
10. To be turned a human must have vampire blood in their system when they die.

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Legolas really had no idea what happened. He woke up in the middle of a forest, his whole body sore. He knew he was supposed to be in Gondor, but a cloaked figure stopped him on the road and he fell off his horse.

He felt something on his lip and rose a hand to feel the wet substance. He draw his hand back, and almost choked. It was blood.
The red liquid on his fingertips shined in the evening sun, and Legolas pressed his lips together.

'I must have bit my lip as a fell off my horse.' He thought as he wiped the back of his palm over his lips and rose from the ground.

Suddenly a sharp pain spread through his neck, and he rubbed it. He felt his hand get wet, and realised he was bleeding. He also had a big blood stain on his skirt that he didn't notice in the half dark, right under his heart.

He looked around himself for his horse, only to realise it lay a few feet away. It looked dead.

'No.' He thought desperately and ran forward to fall to his knees, checking the horse's pulse on his neck. Finding none, he sighed sadly and let his hand rest on the horses neck to do a blessing.

That was when he felt it. The horse's fur was covered in dried blood. He bit back a gasp as he saw the cut. It was covered in dried blood, but was no longer bleeding.

He rose unsteady to his feet and took in his surroundings, eyes wide in fear.
He saw the guards he had with him, all of them lay spread out on the ground, dried blood on their necks.
He covered his mouth with his hands not to get sick, and turned away. How could he be the only one alive? The one who killed his guards must have either missed to finish him off or spared him. But why would he be spared?

He was in a forest, and it was late evening. The sky was yellow and pink, light grey clouds covering half of the colours. He was in Gondor, he knows that. He could see it by the forest he was in. He and Estel used to play here when he was a child. Now Legolas got a completely different sight of this forest.

He sighed and began to walk north. He knew in what direction Minas Tirith was, but it was a long walk without a horse.

3 days later, 03:00 am

Aragorn awoke that night when a servant knocked on his door. Sleepily he sat up and rubbed his eyes. It was dark, and he wondered what could be so important.

"Sorry to disturb you my Lord, but prince Legolas just arrived. He's in bad shape."

That made the King awake, and he was out of bed in the blink of an eye.
Arwen stirred and looked at her husband through half lidded eyes.

"Where are you going?"

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, and smiled.

"Legolas just arrived. I'm gonna go show him his room." He chose not to mention the shape he was in, not to worry her.

She mumbled something that sounded like 'alright. Tell him I said hi.'

He dressed quickly and followed the servant down to meet his friend. Legolas should have arrived the day before, but he never came.

What he was greeted with made his eyes widen. Legolas stood leaning against the doorframe, visible weak.
It was dark outside, so Aragorn couldn't see any details of his friend. He could only see that he was pale and his eyes was tired, but he smiled.

"Vedui Aragorn." (Greetings)

Aragorn was quickly there to catch Legolas as he fainted, carefully laying him down on the cold stone floor.

"Get a healer." He ordered the guards.
"Now."

As the guards ran off Aragorn let the healer in him awake, and looked over his elven friend closer in the dark. He had a torch behind him, so he could see better then he could before.

He gaped as he saw a big blood stain on Legolas tunic, and ripped it open. He frowned as he saw no wound at all, just a small scar under his right nipple. No blood.

He shook his head and exhaled calmly. It was not Legolas blood on his shirt. Then a thought hit him, and he frowned. If not Legolas, then who's blood was it? And where was his horse?

He also saw the blood on Legolas hand, and took one in his own to look it over. No wounds.

He looked over his friend, and saw the blood spot on his neck. Frowning in fear he reached to wipe the blood away just as the healer arrived. He was gently pushed away and they carried Legolas towards the healing wing.
Aragorn followed his as far as he could, but at least got the door slammed in his face. He was the King, but no one is allowed in the healing wing when a patient is treated.

Legolas awoke a few hours later. The doctors told him that he was fine except that he was exhausted. They had stopped the bleeding on his neck, telling him he was a attacked by a animal. It sounded trustworthy so Legolas nodded.
How could one be fine after walking for 3 days straight without water? Even for an elf that was incredible.

Aragorn visited at once when he heard that Legolas was awake. He knocked three times on Legolas door before the elf opened.

The King looked up at his friend and smiled.

"Hi Legolas. How are you ?" He was glad he didn't needed to be polite to Legolas. They were close enough not to.

Legolas smiled and leaned casually against the doorframe.

"Fine. Just a bit curious."

A confused expression crossed Aragorn's face and Legolas continued, a frown on his face.

"Maybe we should talk inside?"

He moved aside to let Aragorn in.

"Escape curious ears."

Nodding Aragorn entered the room and sat down on Legolas bed. He knew that if someone heard about Legolas dramatic arrival rumours would spread. He also knew Legolas had his pride, and doesn't talk about his problems to anyone. He was grateful Legolas chose to talk to him.

Legolas sat down in a chair beside the bed, and they just looked at each other.

"So, why are you curious Mellon nin?" (My friend) Aragorn finally said, breaking the silence.

"Well, I woke up in the middle of a forest..alone, and my horse was dead."

"Arod?" Aragorn asked sadly. He knew how strong bond Legolas had to that horse.

"Yes.." Legolas said and cupped his cheek and leaned his elbow against the armrest. He swallowed his tears, and managed to put up his mask.

"Arod was dead. He was killed by a animal. So was my guards."

"And you was unharmed?"

"I looks so. " He nodded.

Legolas suddenly remembered the blood in his mouth and rose his hand to feel his lips.

"Except.."

Aragorn grew worried as he saw Legolas expression.

"Except what?"

Legolas twisted his hands in his lap and leaned forward to look at Aragorn. He looked dead serious.

"When I woke up I felt blood on my lips. I must have bit my lip when I fell off my horse, but it seemed like a strange thing to do. It doesn't bleed that much as it did either.."

"Are you alright?

"Yes." Legolas said and forged a smile to his lips.

"So..what do you believe happened?"

It was quiet for a moment, until Legolas spoke up. He seemed more relaxed then before.

"I was attacked by a animal. I even got a bite mark on my neck, look."

He pushed his hair over one shoulder and drew his green tunic down over his other shoulder. Aragorn gaped, but he was right. Legolas had a bite mark between his neck and shoulder. Exactly where his artery is. So that was what was under the blood spot he never got to wipe away.

"It is healing though, so I am fine."

Aragorn rubbed his hands over his face before he unexpectedly laughed.

"You always manage to get into trouble."

"Me?" Legolas laughed, his eyes sparkling for the first time since his arrival.
"Who was it who managed to fall into a river in the middle of the winter at the age of 17? That wasn't me."

Aragorn chuckled and looked up at his friend. He didn't realise it before, but he was much happier when Legolas was around.

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