Do I look scared? I pace around. What's happening to me? This feeling. This confusion. It's all melding together. My head is like a violent storm and it's only getting worse. Why am I like this? Disoriented? Confused? ... scared? 

"Legolas, there you are." Aragorn says.

"Aragorn, you must rest." I say.

"Theoden King wants us both. We must be ready for the attack." Aragorn says.

"If what you say is true, we'll be outnumbered." I say.

"Are you alright?" He asks.

"Why do you keep asking?" I ask.

"You do not feel the eye of Sauron?" He asks.

I nod.

"I do not feel the gaze as well." He says.

"It is like I can feel something else. A new shadow rising but this does not feel cold." I mutter.

"Legolas, you must tell us what's happening to you."

"I can't." I say.

I turn. I let out a breath. 

"Because I do not understand it myself." I walk away.