"This is it?" I shakily stand up. 

"Not everything is what it seems." Malachi points out.

"I suppose you are right brother." I say.

I grip my hands. I turn. My eyes narrow. I see far. I see horses marching towards us. I see an elven army. Perhaps that is my father. I see Aragorn and Gimli on the horizon. I let out a breath. They have come for me.

"I know they are following us brother." Malachi says.

I turn to him. He was digging around in the snow and stone.

"What are you looking for?" I ask.

"Something of mine that I hid out here." Malachi answers.

"You're not telling me much else, are you?" I raise an eyebrow.

"No need to." He pulls out a bow. 

My eyes widen. It was unlike any bow I have seen. Its frame was black and wrapped with two serpents with ruby eyes. I felt a darkness of some sort emanating off of it. It's powerful. I can feel it. I feel the power off of it. Malachi puts it around himself.

"Where did you get it?" I ask.

"The same place where I got this power." He answers.

"Is that where you're taking me?" I ask.

"Clever boy." Malachi grabs my hand. 

I push off of him.

"Why do you resist me brother?" He asks.

He walks forward and grabs me again. I am not letting him take me any further. I slam my foot into his face. He falls backwards. The other orcs hiss and laugh. Malachi stands up and wipes his face. He glares at me. 

"Now you are going to regret that brother. I assure you." Malachi says.