𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

I slam my sword into another orc. There are more of these filthy beasts, but I'm not interested in orcs. I'm interested in finding Malachi. I should've killed him when I had the chance. Now, both my sons might sink into the darkness. I'll leave the orcs to my soldiers and Aragorn, along with that slimy dwarf. I walk up the stairs. I have not set foot here for centuries. I know how it fell. I worry that my sons will fail. I walk up to the main hold of the fortress. 

"Malachi!" I yell.

"Hello father." I hear behind me.

I turn. Malachi jumps down.

"I'm surprised you know my name." He says.

"How could I forget?" I ask.

"Oh, trust be, this day, you will never forget." He takes out a sword.

I let out a small chuckle.

"Is that amusing to you?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Just that you think you can win." I say.

"You do have a point, but good thing I'm not alone." He says.

I hear something flying at me. I slice an arrow that was shot behind me. I look up.

"No." I breathe out.