𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔶-𝔒𝔫𝔢

"Ah don't pay attention to him Legolas." Gimli tells me.

What was the meaning of his tongue? What was the meaning within the words? There has to be something. His words speak truth. Am I slipping? Have I forgotten what danger is? Is there a reason I do not feel the Shadow on me? I feel warmth. I feel something I should not feel.

"It's just-" I start.

"Legolas, can I have a word?" Gandalf approaches me.

I nod respectfully.

"Gimli, Mary and Pipin need help gathering more food for the people of Rohan." Gandalf says.

"Alright, I'll be on my way. Don't bite too hard Gandalf." Gimli huffs off.

I turn to him.

"I hope you don't take Saruman's words too lightly." Gandalf says.

"It is wind to my thoughts." I say.

"Legolas, Gimli has told me that you've been acting stranger than normal." Gandalf says.

"He's a dwarf. What does he know of an elf?" I ask.

"Hmh. Though, I fear he's right." Gandalf says.

"I'm fine." I say.

"Easy words to say but harder to believe." Gandalf says.

I turn to him.

"There's something you are fighting. And it's not the evils of Mordor." He says. 

I let out a breath.

"You would not understand because I barely understand it." I say.

"Perhaps you will find the balance in your imbalance." He says.

"How?" I ask.

"Only you could answer that question." Gandalf says turning.