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I can walk away right now. Not even look back. He can die right now, and pay for all he has caused me. I don't have to have pity on him, he doesn't deserve it. Father may favor him but now the choice is mine whether the spoiled brat lives of dies.
He caused me so much trouble recently, being all perfect and everything, and that little smirk on his face can be frozen within his coffin, for all I care. I won't ever hear his mocking voice again. But then father would die.
I don't have too much time to choose, so I should choose now, I guess. I can control my brother's life.
Mother used to say that brother had so much time to live, and he would do great things, but she never commented on me after his birth. Never noticed my existance, eith on them.
After he dies father will be all mine. I am the crown prince after all, and that demon has no right to live on this planet, anyway.
I can see his face. The perfect hair is matted with blood and he is crying. He wants me to get a healer. The wound from the arrow is taking his life quickly. Blood is all around him, cooling. I've never noticed how beautiful red is before, maybe I never had a need to praise it.
His breathing is becoming shallow. The time to choose is now. He knows his life is in my hands.
But why should I save you brother? You have ruined my life, stolen father's love, you stole mother's dying words, too.
I've never seen an elf die before.
I've almost wanted too.
This is the chance.
You are slipping now.
'Brother.'
You are gone.
I join you now.
***
You stand with father weeping at my grave, little one. Brother. I have caused so much suffering. You have not left my grave for almost four months.
But I am lucky.
Valar will let me change your future little one.
You are lucky.
Brother.
***
I can walk away right now...
A/N What do you think? Review! Please! By the way, if you're wandering, the older brother's name was Venedlor and the younger brother was Legolas.
I can walk away right now. Not even look back. He can die right now, and pay for all he has caused me. I don't have to have pity on him, he doesn't deserve it. Father may favor him but now the choice is mine whether the spoiled brat lives of dies.
He caused me so much trouble recently, being all perfect and everything, and that little smirk on his face can be frozen within his coffin, for all I care. I won't ever hear his mocking voice again. But then father would die.
I don't have too much time to choose, so I should choose now, I guess. I can control my brother's life.
Mother used to say that brother had so much time to live, and he would do great things, but she never commented on me after his birth. Never noticed my existance, eith on them.
After he dies father will be all mine. I am the crown prince after all, and that demon has no right to live on this planet, anyway.
I can see his face. The perfect hair is matted with blood and he is crying. He wants me to get a healer. The wound from the arrow is taking his life quickly. Blood is all around him, cooling. I've never noticed how beautiful red is before, maybe I never had a need to praise it.
His breathing is becoming shallow. The time to choose is now. He knows his life is in my hands.
But why should I save you brother? You have ruined my life, stolen father's love, you stole mother's dying words, too.
I've never seen an elf die before.
I've almost wanted too.
This is the chance.
You are slipping now.
'Brother.'
You are gone.
I join you now.
***
You stand with father weeping at my grave, little one. Brother. I have caused so much suffering. You have not left my grave for almost four months.
But I am lucky.
Valar will let me change your future little one.
You are lucky.
Brother.
***
I can walk away right now...
A/N What do you think? Review! Please! By the way, if you're wandering, the older brother's name was Venedlor and the younger brother was Legolas.