𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

I trip into the water. Malachi rolls his eyes. He lifts me up. I cough up water that tastes like an orc. I wince as I stand up. We've been walking again for three days straight. I have never felt this much pain before. I haven't even bled that much before. I wince as I look down at my wound. It's turning black.

"You're getting there little brother." Malachi rubs my head. 

I push him off.

"What gar- cin done na nin?" I ask. 

(What have you done to me?)

"Oh, tul- hi gwanur. Im gave cin a ant cin won't regret." Malachi says.

(Oh come now brother. I gave you a gift you won't regret.)

"A gift? Is that what you call this?" I scoff. 

He touches my wound. I almost scream in pain, but I stifle it.

"We should probably stop here." Malachi says.

He turns to the orcs.

"Get a fire going!" Malachi orders. 

The orcs nod and scatter. I sit down. I let out a breath. My body feels like it's being dragged on ice. I look at my feet. They were starting to bruise. How do Hobbit's walk around barefoot all their lives?

"Here." Malachi gives me a piece of bread.

I take it reluctantly. I start eating it.

"I don't hate you if that's what you're thinking." Malachi says.

"You stabbed me." I say.

"You kicked me in the face." He says.

"You kidnapped me." I say.

"You came here willingly." He points out.

I let out a breath as I turn from him. Malachi stands up.

"You might want to sleep. You're going to need it." Malachi says.