𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢

He charges at me. I dodge his sword. 

"Legolas, I do not wish to fight you brother." I say.

He ignores me by the looks of it. I grab his arm. His eyes were screaming. He wiggles his arm out. He slams his foot into me. Not bad brother. Clearly, you've been trained well, but I have the advantage of power. Why do you resist little brother? I have so many plans for our revenge. Why do you spoil it? Why try to fight what I am offering you? I throw him back.

"You should really just let me talk." I say.

"I have heard enough of you." He takes out an arrow.

Oh brother...

"Our father is a madman. He turned me into this." I say.

"You made your choice." He fires it.

I blast it back with black smoke. It emanates from my hands. I create a sword.

"Show me your worth." I gesture to him. 

He charges at me. Our swords clash. 

"That is a nice elven blade." I throw him back.

He spins and slams his sword into my arm. He is quicker than I have first suspected. He's using anger. A very powerful fuel indeed. He throws his sword at me again. I feel it slice my cheek open. I jump back. Blood drips onto the ground. I move my hand over it. 

"So, you still have shreds of life in you." Legolas says.

"I am more alive than you have ever known." I say.

My hand ignites in black smoke. I move my hand over the wound. It heals instantly.