#oribrown

He kept it in the dark for as long as he could. The darkness that corrupted him. The maddess that grew inside of his mind. The young dwarf thought it was the Durin sickness. He though it had gotten stronger and made its way to his side of the Durin line. It seemed like it got worse and worse the closer they got to Erebor. To the gold, to the Arkenstone. But it wasn't that. It was the evil that grew on its own. A dangerous and devious evil. 

When arriving at Beorns hour it seemed like he was just about to snap but still kept it secret and only to himself. When night time approached, and all were asleep, Ori got up slowly, shakily as he stumbled towards the bathroom. Walking in, he looked up at the mirror. Boy was it high. Jumping up onto the toilet seat, Ori climbed onto the sink that way and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked pale. Not much, just paler than usual. "What's happening to me?" He asked himself. He stood there for a moment, taking in deep breaths as he felt his mind slipping away from him. Right when he was about to get down and go try and sleep, blackness filled his eyes. Covered them like a sheet across a bed. 

Walking down the dirt path, Ori smiled to himself looking to each tree he passed. The young dwarf was on his way to the biggest tree in the forest, near the middle but not quite there. He walked with a sort of a bounce in his step from thinking he was alone and not having to worry about someone constantly watching him. 

Hearing movement somewhere in the woods to his right he stopped in his tracks and slowly turned in the direction. "...Hello..?" Ori called out trying to sound brave but nervous fear was rushing through him.