𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔒𝔫𝔢

"Drink this." Lord Elrond hands me some tea.

"Thank you." I say.

I sip it. It's soothing my shaking hands. My mind starts calming down. The waves are receding, and the sea is smoothing. Hearing her cries was like a banshee. I grip the teacup. What kind of darkness and infection would make her rip her own flesh? I have explained it to Lord Elrond. He does not look too pleased.

"It was madness beyond anything I have ever seen." I say.

"I have not heard of it until now." Lord Elrond says.

I do not know what to do. I do not know where to turn. I have not yet mustered up the courage to talk to my father about Malachi. I know that I have to find the answers for myself. I am going back to Dol Guldur. I hear a yell and some stomping. Me and Elrond both turn. From the bushes shoot up a dozen rabbits hauling a sleigh and I see Radagast on it.

"Radagast. Welcome to Rivendell Radagast the Brown." Lord Elrond stands up.

"There you are Legolas! Aragorn was right! You are in Rivendell!" Radagast hops off his sleigh.