𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔶-𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

"Here has some soup." He hands me a bowl.

I nod to thank him and start sipping the brownish broth. It tastes like the earth. The saltness from the ocean. There are clumps of chunky mushrooms that feel harder than rocks. I was starving so it tasted fairly good.

"It's good." I put it down.

"My famous mushroom stew." He smiles.

I look down.

"What is it child? What have you seen?" Radagast asks.

"I have seen something I doubt you will believe." I say.

"Oh, my dear boy, that means you have seen something that spawns of magic." Radagast pulls a stool over.

I pull my hair back.

"Tell me child." Radagast says.

"There is a room in Rivendell. A room where Lord Elrond showed me has terrible darkness like a disease." I say.

"Go on." He says.

"I saw a statue of a woman. But... when I touched it. I saw her alive and in the flesh. She was screaming and alone in the darkness. I saw what she did to herself-" I stop.

I cannot usher what I had seen. I had seen her tear into her own flesh and drink her own blood. 

"Tell me child, for the answers will set you free and help me understand your pain." He says.

"I saw her destroy herself. Tear into her flesh and body. Screaming as she tore herself apart." I say.

"Oh my." He mutters.

He stands up.

"I have things to attend to in the forest. Stay put. Stay in bed." He says.

I nod.