𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔶-𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯

Where is he going? I follow behind him silently and nervously. Lord Legolas... what is going through your mind? I hear whispers. A soft voice speaking in a language I'm sure is elvish. A voice soft yet... beautiful. Like the flowers singing.

He stops abruptly between a couple houses. I look at him through the barrels and crates. Why has he stopped? I hear the soft whispers surrounding him. I cannot make out the words. I grip the barrel's rope. I see something walking over to him. A figure.

No... not a figure, a creature! A human form with demonic features. Beautiful yet gruesome. His hair was a rusty blonde. Orange like copper. His eyes were looking like a fire. His chest was red and open like a fire burning him in. I watch this creature run his claws over Lord Legolas. He's looking happy?

"I had hoped you'd come." The figure says.

"You make it sound as if I had a choice." Lord Legolas says. 

He lifts up Lord Legolas head. I watch them combine their heads together. What is this? I see Lord Legolas pulling off his shirt. I turn away. There's something odd about this figure. This creature... there's something ominous about him. He looks like fire. His voice though beautiful has a hint of something else. 

"Do tell me what's bothering you?" I hear the figure say.

"It's nothing." Lord Legolas mutters.

"I shall hope so." I hear the figure says.

There's a dark tone. One I can't put my finger on. It sounds ancient. It sounds dark. It sounds like neither Elvish nor Dwarven. Gandalf would know. I feel as though I have to tell them this. This is too strange not to tell anyone. Gandalf and Lord Aragorn will know what to do. I do not.