𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔶

"How are you feeling, Legolas?" Frodo asks me.

"Better but..." I look down.

I can still feal the wound. It's not that bad. It took a while for Lord Elrond to banish the evil within me. A bit of Sauron's darkness was still inside of me but hopefully Lady Galadriel got it all out of me. I put my hand on the wound.

I look at him. It's only been a day since he's woken. I can't help but still wonder if this is all my fault. The enemy is defeated but my heart still feels aching. There was once a time when I felt... love for him. But love is just an illusion.

"I owe you an apology for... everything." I say.

"It wasn't your fault." Frodo comments.

"At least you believe that. I still do not." I say.

He comes to the back of the bed. I look down at him. He takes my hand. I look at him surprised.

"Sauron did that to you. You have no one to blame but him." He smiles.

"Thank you for those words." I say.