okay, my first EVER LoTR fic. The assignment was 55 words only, so be understanding about the length. I originally wrote this about myself, but then I realized the words I had chosen trees, pride, stubborn, perfection were a little more suited for our favorite elf Legolas. The premise of this story is Legolas' feelings about the ring.
The wind whistles through the trees, but I am still. It calls to me, my pride, stubbornness, and supposed perfection. I could boast fearlessness, but that would be a lie. I am afraid. I am terrified that I will succumb. Each breath makes me a traitor. But I resist. I resist its haunting call.
reviews?