"Come, child of the light," a commanding, yet soothing voice whispered into her mind as the great eyeball disappeared, and was replaced with a silvery mist that mirrored the fairest of elves.
"Step into the light."
"I am not fooled," Tauriel glowered as her restraints faded away into nothingness. "You have poisoned my home. You bring a great evil to Middle-Earth."
"Do I, daughter of stars?" the misty form replied. "Is it true evil, if one only wishes to bring about a great change?"
as if on command, the mist solidified into a kingly form, from which a soft, white light poured outwards.
"Evil may take many forms," Tauriel snapped without moving. "Some fairer than others."
"It may," the light said, as it's shape changed into that of King Thranduil. The very same elf who plagued the Greenwood with inaction as it's king.
"Not all evil is shadow and flame," The ghost-like Thranduil said as 'he' gestured for her to step forward.
"Fire can only destroy," Tauriel growled.
"And when something is destroyed," the ghost whispered. "Can it not be replaced by something more beautiful?"
"Your words are poison," Tauriel replied coldly, refusing to believe the great evil's words.
"Are they? Are they Tauriel?" the mist taunted. "Would any other King have denied you what you desire?"
"My king's choice is just," Tauriel said defiantly, as the mist changed it's form to resemble Legolas. "Your mockery will not persuade me!" she finished as 'Legolas' walked towards her, and placed his hand against her cheek.
"I can see your mind, child. You do not believe the lies you have spouted,"
'Legolas' said as his hand continued to caress her cheek. She felt her will begin to give way by the second, until all resistance had fled from her mind.
"I can offer you the power to change that."
"What do you offer?" Tauriel said coldly as she stared into the misty eyes of the Necromancer.
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