𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔗𝔴𝔬

"Thranduil, please reconsider this." Gandalf the White says.

"What is there to consider, I'm getting my son from that... creature." I smirk.

"You mean to say that wizard, Radagast, Radagast the Brown." He says.

"Gandalf, why don't you go forth to your precious hobbits." I hiss.

He stops. I look at him on my steed.

"Thranduil, you're angry I get that, but do not perfume your anger to me." He says.

"You're right. I'm sorry." I say.

"King Thranduil, how do you plan on dealing with Malachi?" Aragorn asks.

"I don't remember inviting Aragorn son of Arathorn to this party." I say turning.

"Well, I did. And remember, you sent for me." Gandalf taps his staff.

I let out a breath. This night is calm. Too calm. I grip the saddle.

"Thranduil, come now, let us not be at our throats." Gandalf says.

"Perhaps you're right." I turn forward.

There's this slow echoing in the wind. It sounds like music. 

"What is that?" The dwarf asks.

"It's a whisper of music Master dwarf or did you not understand it?" I ask.

"Thranduil, please, this is not the time for insults." Gandalf says.

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I move my hand over the flute as I play it. It is time for him to answer my call. It is time for him to come to me. All these years, preparing for this. Lord Elrond has seen it. He has seen my brother's destiny. Soon he will join me. He will be a living god. It's only a matter of time before he embraces the darkness.

You've done well Malachi.

I still hear her diseased voice.

"I will make him pay mother." I say.

He will answer your call.

"And he will become a Dark Elf. His transformation is nearly complete." I put the flute back up to my lips.