Vlad

Thranduil

At night, the sky was dark with large black clouds that looked frightening. The sound of the wind howling echoed in the air. It was so violent that it sounded like the moaning of a demon. The surrounding air suddenly cooled.

The cloudy clouds slowly passed halfway over the round moon, revealing a group of hundreds of bats that silently flowed into the King of Mirkwood's bedroom and transformed into black silhouettes. The figure of a tall man traced his feet closer to the bed where the Elven King lay.

A little moonlight splashed on the golden hair, sparkling, the beautiful face was asleep, there was no sign of acknowledging the other person's arrival. A strong hand reached out, hoping to touch it, but it was caught. The intruder was caught by gray eyes before a soft yet powerful voice spoke.

“....Who are you...?”

The dark clouds that obscured the moon moved away, revealing details on the face. Thranduil stared uncertainly at the dark, dark-haired face before his eyes widened in shock when he heard the deep voice on the other side.

“....Soon we will meet officially. Thranduil...."

The figure turned into a swarm of bats and flew away, leaving the Elven King alone stunned by what had just happened.

Let's take 20% first. The rest I still can't figure out how to combine. What I'm thinking about doesn't seem okay, haha. Let's just say that anyone who's read this would like to suggest a solution. Please leave a comment about how the story will continue. :)

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