𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

"I'll ask you again, who or what are you?" I ask.

"You mean you don't remember me? I had forgotten you were a mere child. Father would have easily erased me." He says.

"I do not know someone who doesn't tell me their name." I point out.

"I am Malachi." He says.

"Show me your face." I say.

"Alright." He holds up his hand.

My eyes widen. A ring he wears on his right hand. A ring I recognized. A ring I haven't seen for a long time. It is still as I remember. It still had blossomed flowers and a twisted snake. It has not shown its age through rust.

"How do you have that?" I ask.

"It was a gift." He says.

"A gift? It is obvious that you stole it from her." I say.

"Her? Your mother promised it to me long ago." He says.

"Why? I do not know you. You're lying." I say.

"I've only lied about your mother. In truth, she was ours." He says.

I almost jump. I lower my bow. Our mother? Are you saying... My father would have told me, if I had... why should I trust you? He turns to me. His face... I've seen it before. I'm sure of it. His eyes were two colors.

"What are you saying?" I ask.

"I'm the first-born son of Thranduil King of the Mirkwood elves. I am heir to the throne. I am your older brother Legolas." Malachi says.