𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

I almost drop my bow. Aragorn and Gimli finally catch up to me. 

"Who's this sprite?!" Gimli roars.

I can barely breathe. A force grabs my tongue and holds it in.

"Legolas?" Aragorn looks at me.

"I am Malachi. First borne of Thranduil." Malachi says.

"Wait... first born?" Gimli looks at me.

I look down.

"I'm Legolas' brother." Malachi walks forward.

I draw back. I can barely think straight.

"Why-" I start.

"Why has Father kept me a secret for all these years? I was banished when you were a small child." Malachi says.

"Enough of this!" Gimli charges.

Wait! Malachi grabs his axe and throws him like a ball. Aragorn takes out his sword. Malachi shoots his hand out. Aragorn goes flying. I have to move. I take up an arrow, but my hands were shaking.

"Calm down. I just want to talk." Malachi says.

Calm down? How can I calm down. I draw back.

"Where have you been?" I manage to choke out. 

"Banished. Condemned to the shadows." Malachi shrugs.

I pull on my bow.

"You would shoot your own family?" He cocks his head.

"I do not even know you." I say.

He puts his hand on the bow. I look up at him.

"Let me explain at least brother." He says.