11. My Muse having to choose who dies and who lives; ____ or ____
“Choose, elfling. Choose, or I will kill both of them.”
The voice was thick and scratchy with malice, and his eyes widened at seeing the figures before him. “Ada…Bru…”
His eyes grew wide with panic. “You can’t make me!”
The voice laughed. “Oh? I’ll just kill them both, then. They mean nothing to me.”
Legolas choked on a sob as he looked upon them both. Both of them were still and silent, watching him with matching blue eyes.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Ada!” He sobbed as he said it. “I c-choose Ada…” Ada would have to be here, and stay king…he would be ruined either way but at least this way Bru would not have to be king. And he knew that Bru would never be king–he always said he would hand the kingship to Legolas. And perhaps it was selfish, but he knew he could not be king and grieve at the same time.
The voice laughed, and within moments Bruiduin had fallen to a crumpled heap on the ground, a knife in his back.
And Legolas screamed.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He jolted awake, eyes wide and tears falling from them. His voice rang through the halls, loud and panicked, and his breathing was fast. “No, no, no…please, no…”