Thranduil stared at his reflection; his face blank, his mind spinning. The sight of the scars that stretched across his visage, black and twisted, like a web of rotten shadows, and the eye whose vision, never to be regained, caused the bile to rise up his throat and the wretched memory of the day his life grew just a shade darker, spread to a magnitude so great, that all else was blotted from his mind. To think, such a great warrior, reduced to this, because of one misstep. One miscalculation. One insignificant distraction. He could still feel the heat, so strong that it felt as if he was freezing… The brightness that engulfed him, and tore at his body...

A hundred years ago, he would have laughed in the face of whoever were to tell him that the thing he would come to resent most...

...would be fire.

A/N: So. Yes. I have joined this 100 drabble challenge thingy. I'm going to be boring and do the prompts straight down, starting from one LOL. I don't know if anyone will actually read this. You need not be obligated to review LOL. This particular one was going to be humor. But somehow turned into this? I don't know. I feel as this may be kinda dumb since I'm not used to writing angsty stuff. But it seemed fitting at the time *facepalm* Anywho. Yeah. Review if you feel like it, and criticize all you want. I could use some XD

Roudower out_