𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶

"What is this place?" I ask.

"I have seen it deep into the lands where I built our safe haven. I never have really dwelled on it." He says.

I see something in the middle. A statue of what looks to be a woman, but this statue was dismembered. It was of a creature. Her body was ripped and her face looked horrid. I move my hand to it. She looks frail and sad even as a stone figure. I place my hand onto her face. An image flashes inside my mind. I see her as a real person. Black hair. Ripped white dress. On her knees crying. She was in this very room.

I hear her cry out something I do not understand. A language neither elven nor man nor the black speech of Mordor. Her eyes were filled with sorrow. She starts coughing up blackness. I see her skin. It's turning black. She looks distressed and like a crazed animal. What kind of witchcraft is this? I hear her let out a scream. She grabs herself and in a horrid display starts ripping into her own flesh and shredding her dress. I feel the pain. I feel her screaming. 

"Legolas!" Lord Elrond yells.

I jump and almost fall backward.

"What madness is this?" I mutter.

"Tell me boy, what did you see?" He asks.

"A girl infected with something. I suspect it is the blankness is Malachi." I say.

"Then perhaps we should leave this hollow room." Lord Elrond grabs my arm.

He leads me out.