"I've sent him to his death." Gandalf sighs.
"He hasn't died yet." I point out.
"No... but there are more hurdles ahead. Sauron has many orcs and is locked up in his home." Gandalf says.
"Why should we care? Let him rot!" Gimli huffs.
"Because Master dwarf, ten thousand orcs stand between Frodo and Sam." Gandalf sighs.
Gimli looks down.
"What can we do? We've exhausted troops. We've exhausted our forces." Gandalf sighs.
"There might be hope yet." I say.
"Go on." Gandalf looks at me.
"Keep his eye on us. Distract Sauron by drawing him out. Then he moves his armies out of Mordor." I say.
"A diversion? Hmm... perhaps not. Sauron will sense when a trick is over him." Gandalf says.
"I will draw him out. You have my word." I say.
"But... what about Legolas? We're not abandoning him, right?" Gimli asks.
"No Master Gimli. Of course, not but drawing Sauron's forces out is the best chance for them both." I say.
<0>~~~<0>~~~<0>
I haven't been injured for more than three thousand years. I pull off my shirt. I look at myself in the mirror. I have not remembered seeing blood from my body for so long. I remember being drowned but I quickly recovered but my once beautiful form was destroyed. Though, I suppose this form is beautiful. I press the wound.
How I forget his body is still mortal. I forget that he can feel pain just like any other man or creature of Middle Earth. His body may be faster than a man's but isn't stronger. Perhaps I have forgotten how much mortals can feel pain. Any kind of pain. Both physical and mental. But once I get my ring back. I'll be invicible and no one can stop me. Not even this elf prince.
YOU ARE READING
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓
FantasyThis is slightly different from the original movies because I am too scared to follow the rules because these movies have complicated lore. Legolas is the main character because he's practically invincible in the movies. Well, I'm changing that. Sau...
