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Chapter 3: Dreams
Far off in the land of Mirkwood ominous clouds rolled in fromout ofno where. Thunder rumbled in the distance in warning of the impending storm.
The black wood's prince was returning from his patrol when an odd feeling washed over him. He couldn't explain itbut for some reason he wanted to cry. Perhaps it was from the loss of a few due to the spiders they encountered, or maybe it was the rain. He never understood why, but something about rain always, made him want to cry. Other than those reasons he could think of nothing else for this sadness that refused to leave him. With each step he took the feeling became worse, and soon he could no longer stand being on the edge of a breakdown.
So he ran. Hoping to escape the plague of sorrow.
At last he reached his room. Opening the door he quickly locked it behind him. Throwing his gear to the floor beside the wall just before flinging himself to his bed and burying his face in the large pillow. Legolas inhaled deep even breaths to ease his heart and calm his mind. He didn't know how long he laid there fighting off the tears, but soon the sadness disappeared and once again he was calm.
'What was that?' his mind asked.
The thunder rumbled one last time before unleashing it's fury of wind and rain on the ground below. Legolas stared out his window from the bed. He watched as the rain fell in sheets and the wind pelting the many drops on the glass. The little patter of rain, along with exhaustion lulled the elf prince into a relaxing sleep.
In that sleep he dreamed. He dreamed of friends in the far land of Rivendell. He dreamed of the twins smiling faces, and of a little Estel running carefree in the woods of their home. It was a happy dream that soon became a nightmare. He wasn't sure when or how, but not long after he found himself walking down the Rivendell halls.
The halls were not as he always thought of them. They were dark. No lights lit the way through the winding hallway, outside a vicious storm brewed and unleashed its own torment. This was not the place he knew, the shadows were dark and foreboding, the air itself held a since of fear and terror in it. Everything was quiet and not a single elf had shown since he was there. No maids running about making sure everything staid neat and spotless, no cooks shouting orders for someone to fetch something, no guards, no lords. No one.
It was empty, devoid of all life.
It was then a smell reached his nose. He knew that smell. It was the scent of rotting flesh and bloodied bones. Panic began to seep in as a new terror erupted in his chest. He worried for what he might find beyond the door the smell led him too. He knew this door as well. It was Lord Elrond's room. Slowly the blond warrior reached for the door knob. His heart hammering in his chest, the quick rhythm pulsed in his ears. He wished it would stop the noise was too loud in so much quiet. Slowly he turned the knob feeling the mechanism in the wood turning and unlocking as they allowed him entrance. Pushing himself against the door every so slightly he eased it into the room.
'When had this door felt so heavy?' he thought in the back of his mind.
Legolas mentally hushed this part of his brain, telling himself there were much more important things at hand.
As the door opened he slowly peeked inside only to see a terrible sight on the bed in front of him.
To be continued…
Till next we meet... karushna5