Without thinking, Legolas took off towards the healers room. He burst through the door so loudly that it made the healer jump. "Your majesty. What can I do for you?" He said. "I'm looking for someone who would've come to you for a scratch in their right leg. I scratched them with the left over Morgal poison still left on my dagger, and they wouldn't have gotten far." The healer thought for a moment. "No I'm sorry sir. Nobody's come to me. Have you tried asking your father?" Legolas looked angry. "Why do you think I came to you? What do you suggest. You're a wise man." The healer only shook his head. "You are young. I suggest you take it easy...oh and uh rest that head of yours. Maybe then you'll know what to do.
Legolas walked back to his chamber. He felt a wave of dizziness come over him as he fell. He coughed and tried to call for help, but nobody was close enough to hear him scream. He lay on the ground unconscious and hardly breathing. But before he passers out, he discovered a scratch on his left leg, with black filling his veins.
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Blood of my Enemy
FantasyThe elves of Mirkwood lived a peaceful life. Almost nothing bad ever happened there. Not until war comes along, and Legolas is faced with a deadly foe
