Where am I? I look up and I see a spike hanging down at me. I look around. This is possibly a stone cave. This matches the room I saw in Rivendell. Wait... why am I lying on a stone tablet. I hear someone walking I turn. I see her. The woman I had seen originally. She had no wounds, but her hands still dripped in blood. Why... why can't I move? I cannot feel the rush to escape or the fear. I just feel... entranced by her. She walks up to me.
"How bein thee Legolas?" She asks.
(How fair thee Legolas?)
I try to answer but no words come out. She rests on top of me. My wounds... are they gone? What is she doing? Why can I not move? I try to get up, but it feels like the stone is clutching me. She moves her hand down my chest. I try to cry but instead she pushes her lips onto mine. They taste like iron and blood. I move my hand up her back without realizing or knowing. She moves her hand down my hair and mutters something I do not know of.
Something drips onto my forehead. I look up at her and I see blood dripping. Her hair was dripping black ooze. Her face was swelling with blood and scars for showing. I try to draw back and try to run, but I'm pinned. Her face starts rotting right before my eyes. She screams at me but I cannot run from her.
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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...
