The elven healer had a sudden feeling of uneasiness. Several times he had passed the room King Thranduil had forbidden any to enter but a few. He knew of the two elves within, and had felt a pang of pity for the maiden Tinuiel.
He stopped at the door, putting his palm upon it. As his skin brushed upon the wood, he felt it. A malevolent presence that should not be there. He quickly headed towards the hall to the Elvenking’s throne.
As he turned a corner he came upon the King’s son, Legolas.
“Greetings, Sire,” Thallig bowed in greeting.
“You look troubled, Thallig,“ Legolas said.
The healer quickly told the prince his uneasiness regarding Tinuiel and Mornovarion.
“Have you looked in?”
“Nay, my Prince. Your Father has forbidden all but a few to enter the room. I was about to go and seek the aid of Tathar.”
“Go then quickly! “ Legolas said as he darted towards the room where Mornovarion and Tinuiel were in.
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