White Valar (A Legolas FanFic)

Chapter Five - A Whole New Dilemma

The next night, I tried to sleep. It was no use. I had to many things buzzing around my head like flies. I just left my self lying there for ours. Listening to the distant conversations, the water falls, insects, birds and everything else. Every sound felt like a bang, but I didn't bother moving. I couldn't even be bothered opening my eyes.

When dawn finally blessed my eyes, I rolled off my bed and onto the floor. It was cold and hard, but it was a good feeling. I finally decided to do something productive with my life, and stood up. I shuffled to the desk in the corner and plonked myself down at the desk.

Everything seemed to be in the morning fuzz, like when you haven't opened your eyes for a long time and everything seems to hurt them.

I closed my eyes because they didn't want to be open. My hands hovered over the desk and I decided to do something with the next two things I could lay my hands on.

They found their way to paper and a quill. The luck of choosing those.

I began to draw some small little things. Leaves, flowers, eyes. None of them looked amazing. I was so bored, so I decided to challenge myself.

'Remember those thirteen dwarves?' The other one said.

'Not really...' I replied, mentally huffing.

'Draw their hairstyles and then name them,' The other one snickered.

I rolled my eyes and began to draw. I just needed to do anything to save myself from my insanity causing boredom. I got stuck after the seventh dwarf. I ended up writing their names in ancient dwarfish because their names didn't even deserve to be written in Tengwar.

Memories flashed through my mind of when the dwarves attacked the elves for the Silmarils. I remembered how many of my friends they killed.

Anger filled me like boiling water. I grabbed the object nearest to me, not caring what it was and smashed it onto the paper.

It was the jar of ink. The glass stabbed into my skin and the ink splashed onto the paper and bled like black blood. Next, in my fury, I grabbed a calligraphy pen and stabbed it into the paper.

The glass pushed into my skin and I could feel that it was about to snap my tendons. I swore to Aluë. I wouldn't ever repeat the words I said. But at least I wasn't bored now. I can pick shards of glass out of my hands, wash all of the ink out of the deep holes and wrap my hand in a bandage. It was like "the other one" was trying to get me killed or something.

I decided to do all of the above and also clean up the mess I made. So I got up and left the room to get some cloths to mop all of the ink up. A few other elves looked at my ink covered hands. At least it was disguising the blood.

I found a couple of cloths, but I also found the dwarves in a courtyard below.

I resisted the urge to leap down and kill them and stormed back to my room, but I stopped at the doorway. Something was different. I could see it. Me eyes darted back and forth scanning the room. They then landed on the desk on the left corner of the room. The piece of paper I had out earlier when I was drawing. I came over to it and saw that there was something extra and that the pen had been moved.

Someone was in here. I edged closer to it and saw that there was a note scribbled in Tengwar on a spare piece of paper that was only half covered in ink.

'I have been watching you and I believe that you are not a servant of Him.

-Nessa'

'Thank you very much,' I joked and rolled my eyes. Why can't she just come to me in person? I turned the page over so no one could see the message, but to my surprise, the other side was full of scribbled Tengwar.