𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔶-𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

I wake up slowly. I feel like I'm sinking. I feel like I'm drowning. I'm sinking in the darkness. My vision is getting worse and worse. My breathing is turning cold and turning to gasps. It's like I'm in a storm. The worst are the voices. I hear screaming and a woman's voice. It burns my head. I grip it. 

"Here drink this." Radagast gives me something.

I wince as I sit up.

"What's happening to me?" I croak out. 

"I feel as if you already know Legolas." Radagast says.

I nod. I understood this for a long time. 

"I am turning into a dark elf." I say.

"Yes, just like Malachi, and I'm not sure I can stop it." Radagast says.

"So... there's only hope in death?" I ask.

"It is not set in stone." He says.

"But this pain is unbearable, I would rather die." I take up a sharp object.

"Legolas no." Radagast says.

I nod. I place the knife down.

"But if you can't find a way, will you let me end it?" I ask looking up at him. 

"If it is your wish, you have my word." He exits.

I let out a breath. I can't go on like this. 

Legolas, you're father's shame.

Please, leave me alone. 

Legolas, help me please.

I don't even know who you are.

I'm right here.

I turn. My eyes widen. She... she is... she is...

"Mother?" I ask.