𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

"At last, Gandalf has come at last." I say.

I turn. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask the little fawn.

He was pressing the door. He's supposed to be asleep to.

"Aw. Did you have a bad dream?" I pick him up.

Oh... he feels cold. His eyes have a hint of fear. He was shaking. This was no bad dream. His hooves were covered in the black ooze from his wound. No... something is wrong with Legolas. I hurry to his room. I pray he's asleep. I open the door.

"Oh!" I yelp.

I almost drop the little fawn. He's gone. What happened here? The sheets were all ripped up. The pillow was shredded. The bandages were everywhere. My god... this is terrible. I can feel the darkness from this room. I turn. I see him walking out of the house. I turn and burst through the door. He was walking slowly and staggering. 

"Legolas! Are you alright?!" I call.

He doesn't answer all he does is croak something I do not understand. The light of the moon reveals something. His skin was darkening. His arms were almost completely covered gray. I saw his back was turning into a fearsome shape. He had in his hands the knife I saw him holding.

"Legolas!" I hear.

"Gandalf, thank earth!" I yell.

Then I hear it, the soft melody. Malachi's call. Oh dear...