I breathe out smoke from my pipe. The night is soft. The air around me is still. I do not feel the rush of wind. I managed to escape my father and Gandalf not to mention the little dwarf, but really, what can a dwarf do against a prized elf?
Ah... I can feel him. He's almost there. The darkness will soon claim him. I close my eyes. I can see him. I see the wound bulging as mine once did. I can hear him. I can hear his screams. He's starting to hear the voice. The voice of our mother. I know the truth. I know what our father did, and I shall make him suffer a thousand times over.
It will seem impossible not to resist the urge to kill yourself. I know. I have felt the searing pain, I still feel it. Yet, I've harnessed it. That what makes a Dark Elf who he is. The ability to harness the darkness in you and turn it into a weapon. His skin is turning gray. It's only a matter of time before he is reborn. It might seem like a fate worse than death. But the result is superior to anything.
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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...
