𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢

"Welcome home brother." I say.

The wound has taken effect at last. I was starting to worry that this was all for nothing. I was afraid that I would have to wait another thousand years for this day. I lick my lips. He's almost there. He's two thirds of the way to becoming a Dark Elf. This stage is the worst but is also the best. 

"... truth." He chokes out.

"Ah. The truth. I've been waiting so long to tell you." I say.

I sit him down. His legs probably feel like sticks honestly.

"Our father was a fool. He knew Sauron survived because the ring of power was never destroyed. He had sent our mother to that place knowing thousands of orcs were there. He only sent a small number of troops. Of course, it was a death wish. I'm sure you have heard her voices." I say.

"... Father? Killed her?" He croaks out.

"Indeed." I say.

He goes silent but I can feel his rage. I lick my lips.

"Come brother let us join forces and destroy the woodland haven once and for all." I say.

I give him my hand. He takes it.