The rain was pouring on me. It feels like swords. The rocks have gotten slippery. My feet could barely hold their place. I feel the wind pounding me. I hear the thunder roar. Malachi pushes me up the mountain as well. It's dark. I can't really see ahead. I move up the mountain slowly.
"Come now brother. We are elves. We are far superior to any other race of Middle Earth." He says.
"Easy for you to say." I point out.
He shoves me again. It feels like I'm walking on spikes. He pushes me harder.
"Keep walking brother." He says.
I let out a shaky breath. I know it's best to agree. Yet... the rain is clouding my vision. The rocks are slippery like slime. I push myself up. It is exhausting fighting the wind, the rain, and gravity. I feel like at any moment, any second my feet will give way, and I'll tumble down the mountain on top of a small party of orcs. He pushes me again. I cough.
"Hmm..." He looks down at my feet.
They were starting to bruise.
"Walk it off brother." He pushes me again.
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𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰
FantasyAnother Lord of the Ring's fanfic. Well, it's more like a hobbit fanfic, but Aragon and Gimli are there as well. This might be out there but I'm doing it. Please don't hate me. An elf rises to power and is aligned with Sauron. One elf that came from...
