"What could you possible tell me?" I ask.

"Our Father banished me for something that I had no control over. Banished me to the wastelands of Mordor. I was thrown out of the border." He says.

"Why has he not told me of you?" I ask.

"Ask him yourself. I was the far better son than you." He says.

He moves closer to me. I take out an arrow. 

"Stay back." I say raising my bow.

"Your hands are shaking." He points out.

"So?" I ask.

"You will not aim right." He says.

I lower my bow.

"Legolas! Run!" Gimli charges once again.

"No Gimli!" I yell.

"Look dwarf, I just want to talk to my dear little brother." Malachi says.

"Gimli. Stay back." Aragorn grabs his axe.

"What?! Why can't we just kill him?!" Gimli cries.

"We have to learn." Aragorn says.

"Thank you, Aragorn son of Arathorn." Malachi says.

Aragorn draws back dragging Gimli with him.

"You're no elf that is from this world." I say.

He chuckles and circles me.

"I am evolved. I am a new race that is dawning. I am a Dark Elf." He says.