𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

They are coming right to me. I should've known that my dear little brother would come running to Dol Guldur. It was the perfect hideout for me all these years. No one would dare come here. Not the ones who don't have a purpose and do not fear the dark shadows of this world. I tighten my grip on my sword. Twin swords both deadlier together. I slam it into the stone.

More than two thousand years have gone by. My father abandoned me. His first born and heir to the throne. It felt like an eternity shrouded in shadows. I should have known when my little brother was born, mother's love for me faded, and love for him sprouted more than anything they have ever felt for me. 

I want revenge. I want to give rise to a new species. A new race that is dawning that will consume all of Middle Earth. My race. My power. My kin. It will dominate and destroy all other elves. The time has come. It's rising. The rise of the Dark Elves has begun.