The sickness is spreading. Mirkwood is now coughing up spores of destruction. I pull up my cloaks. For more than a thousand years I have rotted in the darkness. It seemed an eternity to pass before he finally grew up. I have spent so long in the darkness. My skin rotted and colored gray. He cast me out. My own father when I was only a hundred years old. Thrown into the abyss.
I was found. Found by the rightful king of Middle Earth. The time for man is over the time of the orcs and mine is arising. I feel it in the ground. The air shall rot and decay around Mirkwood. It will poison the elves but will give my little brother something far greater than Thranduil could ever give him. I throw a knife at a target. An orc who failed. Mordor could not risk any failures.
"My lord." An orc comes up from behind me.
"Has he decided to return?" I ask.
"Yes, my lord with a ranger and a dwarf with the brown wizard." He says.
"Radagast." I mutter.
"Yes, my lord." He says.
"Good, good." I say.
"Shall we kill them all my lord?" He asks.
"What kind of brother would I be if I kill my younger brother?" I ask.
He turns his head.
"Let things play out. Let him come to us at first." I turn.
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𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰
FantasíaAnother Lord of the Ring's fanfic. Well, it's more like a hobbit fanfic, but Aragon and Gimli are there as well. This might be out there but I'm doing it. Please don't hate me. An elf rises to power and is aligned with Sauron. One elf that came from...
