"Radagast what is the matter with the boy?" Gandalf asks me.
"I do not know; he's been standing there for hours as far as I can tell." I shrug.
Thranduil approaches. Gandalf looks up.
"His arms are turning grey." Gandalf says.
"And the infection spreads." I say.
He turns to us. His eyes look like a predator. They were bulging with black rivers of vein. He makes a groaning sound as blood spills from his mouth and trickles down his neck and lands to the ground.
"Legolas!" Gimli charges on his horse.
"Wait!" I call.
He stops abruptly, well actually the horse does. The horse throws him off. It neighs loudly. Legolas grabs the reigns swiftly. Thranduil and Aragorn come from around the corner. Me and Gandalf exchange nervous looks.
"He is answering the call." Gandalf says.
"As I have feared." I say.
"What call?" Aragorn asks.
An elf soldier runs to him. Legolas cocks his head.
"My lord Legolas-" He starts but Legolas stabs him.
I jump. It is even worse than I feared. He is becoming an animal of wicked nature. Thranduil's eyes widen. This isn't good. Not good at all. Should I have ended the boy when he had asked me to? I see him get on the horse and start running.
"Legolas!" Thranduil yells.
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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...
