If you need a visual aid for Malfurion (Mal-fur-ee-on. Fur rhymes with cur.), think Ezio Auditore, but with white hair and gray eyes.
Chapter 11
Upon Murtagh's arrival at the infirmary, the medical elves searched him for concealed weapons, and they had every right to. "He's suffered major lacerations, and his leg is broken. Are you sure that you wish to visit him? He may attack you." said Blodhgarm. ""I do not care." said Murtagh.
Blodhgarm sighed. "As you wish, Ebrithil." Blodhgarm was getting tired of saying: "Ebrithil."
Murtagh walked down to the room that Malfurion was in, and opened the door. As soon as Malfurion saw him, he was out of bed, and had hid knife at Murtagh's throat within 2 seconds.
"What? Come to finish me off?" Asked Malfurion, accusingly.
"You fought the way only a Shade does. I assumed that you were a spy."
Malfurion laughed a bitter, humorless laugh. "You think that I'm a SPY? These people gave me everything. Deyjas had a sick belief that an Elvin child could be taught dark magic, and the chaotic nature of a Shade's fighting style. And guess what, 'Ebrithil?'" He used the word like an insult.
"What?"
Malfurion lowered his knife, and sat down on his sickbed, his eyes changed from an angry red to the usual gray. "He was right."
Murtagh was stunned. He had always believed that all Elves were peaceful creatures, but Malfurion was living proof that he was wrong.
Malfurion continued accounting his life. "After twelve years of grueling training regimens and constant exposure to dark magic, I ran away. Have you ever wondered why my hair is stark white?"
Murtagh nodded, curious.
"Because Deyjas showed me such vile and evil things, I had lost all the color in my hair by the time I was nine. Deyjas taught me everything that a Shade could do, and worse. At the time, The rebels were based in caverns beneath the Hadarac desert, but I collapsed them on my way out. Tyrande found me after what seemed like a few months. I've lived here ever since."
Murtagh was, if possible, stunned even further. "I am so sorry, I didn't realize that you, you know..."
Malfurion laughed again. "Neither did Eragon, but he didn't attack me, as you did. He magically bound me, and dug through my memories. He still reacted the same way as you though."
Murtagh buried his head in his hands. How come I hadn't thought of that?
As if he was reading Murtagh's thoughts, Malfurion said, "I presume you didn't bind me because I had made you angry. I shouldn't have cut your pants off."
"That still doesn't excuse my overreaction." Said Murtagh.
Malfurion smiled. He looked very different than he had earlier. "Bring my sister in here, would you? I'm sure she's worried sick." He resumed the meticulous process of putting his bones back together.
"Tyrande! Get in here! Your brother wants to see you!" Yelled Murtagh towards the door.