𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

I can't sleep. The night is restless for me. The singing only gets louder. I have to know who's singing. I grip my bow. It's in words I do not recognize. I jump over the roots, and I jump over large puddles. It is not the trees singing. I see the brown figure walking away. I shoot an arrow. I finally catch up to him. 

"It is rude to attack someone unarmed." He says.

"Who are you?" I ask. 

"If im told cin im was an edhel plural edhil, would cin believe nin?" He asks.

(If I told you I was an elf, would you believe me.)

"I depends bo if cin are actuallui an edhel plural edhil." I say.

(That depends on if you're actually an elf.)

"Just a traveler." He says.

"Why do you shield your face?" I say.

"Why still have your bow?" He asks.

His voice sounded sweeter than honey. I lower it. He turns. My eyes widen. He looked as beautiful as the setting sun. His hair was light brown, and his eyes were the color of fire. His skin looked pale as peaches and his skin was really smooth. I lower my bow. Yet... a top his head there was something brown.

"Show your true self." I hiss.

"If that is what you wish." He nods.  

He removes his cloak. My eyes widen. He had horns and a black cloak or something. I draw back. For what he is... how is he so beautiful still. He's wrapped in beauty, mummified in it.  He walks over to me. I draw back.

"Are cin afraid -o nin?" He asks.

(Are you afraid of me?)

"No..." I say.

He moves his hand up my arm.

"Who- what are you?" I ask.

"Shh..." He puts my finger on my lip. 

I draw back. What is this creature? Why is he so beautiful? 

"Legolas!" I hear Aragorn call.

I turn my head.

"We will meet again." The creature walks away/