"Adar please!" I scream.

Another of my father's guards pin me down. I wince.

"Cin gar- betrayed nin a cín naneth Malachi." He says not even looking at me.

(You have betrayed me and your mother, Malachi.)

"I told you! It was Sauron!" I yell.

A guard punches me in the stomach. I spit out blood.

I turn to Mother. She was holding Legolas.

"Are you not even hearing your first-born cries?" I ask.

She turns away.

"She is as disappointed in you as I am disgusted." He says.

"Father please! I have told you already, it wasn't me." I say.

I look down. I see my skin changing darker. 

"At least look at me!" I yell.

He turns to me.

"Is this what the great Thranduil does to his children? Cast them out like we are orcs?" I ask.

"You did this to yourself Malachi." He says.

"It was Sauron!" I yell.

"Ceri- ú- ped- hon est-!" He yells at me.

(Do not speak his name.)

"I... I am sorry father." I look down.

Please... I look up. Mother could barely look at me.

"Is Legolas all you care about?" I ask.

She doesn't even answer. She just turns. Father puts a knife to my throat. I look up at him.

"You would kill your own son?" I raise an eyebrow.

"No." He lowers it.

The guards hoist me up.

"You will regret this." I say.

"Oh, I'm sure I will." He turns.

"I will make you pay!" I scream.

"I've heard enough Malachi." He waves his hand.