𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢

I walk approaching Rivendell. My thoughts were still loose. I move my hand over my bow. What business would Lord Elrond have with my brother. Though, I suppose I would not know until I find him. It still bothers me that he has never told me of Malachi before. I'm not even sure he and I are related. I felt something with him. A tingling feeling like a web tangling the leaves. I hear a noise behind me. I take out an arrow and turn.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

The fawn has followed me. Its eyes were fixated on me. I move closer to the baby deer. He doesn't back away. Instead, he inches ever closer. He does not look as frail as I first suspected. His legs were not shaking. He approaches me without the slightest inch of fear. I move my hand to it. The fawn turns and suddenly runs into the thick forest bushes. I do not know why it has followed me. Has its mother not come looking for him. I turn my head. Perhaps it will see sense and turn around. I go to where death blooms and darkness fumes the skies.