"Legolas! We need to talk!" I yell.

"Alright..." Legolas turns. 

"What's the matter with you laddie?! You've been going of the horse!" I yell.

"I'm not sure what you mean Gimli." Legolas comments.

"What?!" I huff.

Legolas pushes past me.

"You look tired. Are you alright?" I ask.

"Fine..." He says.

"You gave the wacky black orb to Pipin! Why?!" I yell. 

"I... did?" He turns to me.

His eyes. They look daze. They look... out of it.

"Hello? It's me, Gimli." I wave my hand.

"I know." He says.

"Why did you give the black orb to Pipin?" I ask.

"I... don't know." He says.

"You look like a mindless creature! What's going on with you?" I ask.

"I... don't know." He says.

I grab his cloth. He looks down at me.

"Who's the mysterious figure you're seeing?" I ask.

"What?" He asks.

"He's not who you think! He's dangerous." I say.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He says.

"Laddie, you've got to focus. Stop listening to his twisted lies." I say.

"I... what are you talking about?" He asks.

"Gandalf thinks he's something dangerous. He's speaking in the Black Tongue of Mordor." I say.

"I... don't know." He says.

"Wait... your voice sounds weird. Are you feeling alright?" I ask. 

"I'm fine." He says.

There's a hint of darkness. There's a hint of a deep voice as black as the gate. 

"You sound of Mordor!" I yell.

"I'm sorry?" He looks down at me.

"Legolas, listen to me, you're in danger." I say.

"I am?" He asks.