The Lord of the Rings
Dream of a Madman

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Note: I apologize if this chapter is a little late. I had to go on vacation to a place with no electricity. the horror of it all.

Gandalf stared at the head in mute horror. So, this was all Gandalf the mighty could do, said a sarcastic voice in his mind. He was not so horrified by the fact the elf was dead (Though that was pretty horrifying) but more so by the fact that he had let it happen. The curtain that had closed his mind was to stop him from reacting. It had worked. Gandalf walked away from the scene, unable to look at his failure.

He walked off the path to calm himself in nature's chaotic way. Laughter. There was a laughing elf, sitting on the ground with his legs bunched up to his chest.
"Heh heh heh heh. failure hmm? Ah ha ha ha ha ha. yes. you're right. I did make that happen. Oh don't look so surprise. you so willingly let me use you." The elf said in a quietly mad voice.
"Willingly? What?" Gandalf stuttered. "Oh that's right. willingly. isn't it sad? To kill the very people you have to protect." The madman continued. "Yes. this is my dream. my dream is coming true. heh heh heh heh."
"No! You made me!" Gandalf said swinging his staff at the figure in blind rage. "You made me!" But it only passed through the mad elf. "You see how powerful I've become? No mortal can even hurt me!" Gandalf regained his composure and said, "The power you wield will someday devour you."
"Yes. some day.. But not this day!!" The mad elf disappeared leaving behind an echoing laugh.

Gandalf walked back to the castle-tree in a whirlwind of sad thoughts. He found Celeborn with lady Galadriel at his side. "It wasn't you're fault Gandalf." Galadriel said in a soft voice. "Ah, but it was, my lady." Gandalf said in a dry voice. "It was me who killed the elf. Evil had infected me. Perhaps it would be better for me to leave."
"No, Gandalf. I forbid it." Celeborn said in a stern voice. "Celeborn, don't be a fool! I'm a danger as long as I'm here!" Gandalf yelled. "It doesn't matter, Gandalf." Galadriel said calmingly. "Evil cannot, or could not, enter our woods. But it still can't leave our woods." These few words seemed to drain all the energy out of Gandalf. "Leave me be." He said in a weak voice. He started to walk up to his room, the sun shining on his grey cloak.

Once he reached his room, he locked the door. Oh, how weary I grow, he thought. It could be so easy to simply fall... fall into the darkness. But no, it cannot be. I must always pull on, ignoring time, ignoring weariness, oh will I ever know rest? These thoughts filled his mind, and, without knowing it, he slowly poisoned his mind.