"A Dark Elf?" Lord Elrond sits up.

"Yes." I say.

"My word..." He mutters.

"Lord Elrond, how can we become Dark Elves?" I ask.

"I... it has never happened before. From orcs, yes, I know of that. But Dark Elves?" Lord Elrond looks at me. 

"I do not get it either." I say.

It is beyond belief. I saw his hatred. I felt his hatred towards... our father. It was something ghastly. It was evil but from another world. I grip my hands. I still feel like they're shaking. Lord Elrond stands up. He looks at me.

"Come my lord Legolas. I think there is something that can help us both." He turns.

I stand up. I start following him. He leads me down the halls of Rivendell. I feel the wind. He leads me into a room I had not seen before. There's a darkness to it. It feels dark. I grip my hands. There's something in here. Something powerful. The room's air as I breathed in feels cold and dusted. Shrouded in shadows. 

"What is this place?" I ask.

"I... I do not truly know." Lord Elrond says to me.