𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔶-𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢

"What?" I ask.

"Come again?" Gimli asks.

"Eowyn tell us from start to finish, slowly." Gandalf says.

She sits down. I put my hand over her shoulder. 

"I saw him... he was with someone." Eowyn says.

"With someone? Who?" Gimli asks.

Gimli stands up and walks forward. 

"A figure. A creature. Not human." She breathes.

"Shh... it's okay. It's okay." I say.

She puts her hand on my hand. I look down at her.

"So... Saruman's words might have some truth." Gandalf puffs out smoke.

"What are you saying?" I ask. 

"It seems Legolas is entangled with someone. Someone who he shouldn't be with." Gandalf says.

The fire dies down. I feel the wind even though we're indoors. I put my hand on my sword. Gimli holds up his axe. Eowyn stands up. I put my arm in front of her. There's someone in the room with us. 

"How presumptuous of you." A voice says. 

A demonic figure walks out of the shadows.

"I take it your Legolas' friend." Gandalf says.

"A bit more than that." The figure licks his lips. 

"Leave our friend alone!" Gimli yells.

"I haven't done anything to him that's bad." He says.

"Who-- what are you?" I ask.

"You'll know. I know who you are, true king of Gondor. What a fool you are." He says.

"What is your business with Legolas?" Gandalf says.

"You'll see soon enough." His voice changes.

It's dark and deeper.

"Mordor." I mutter.

He lets out a small chuckle.

"Gandalf! Gandalf! Gandalf!" Mary yells.

I turn. Gandalf turns. The fire lights up.

"Help! Help! Help!" Mary yells.

"Something stirs." Gandalf says. 

"Something not good." I say.