For Danni Lynne, you have been gone a year and we miss you.
Thanks to sassyfriend for the idea. Not mine
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It was all his fault, and he knew it was something he would never forgive himself for. It was his choice to go into that horriable place, now Gandaulf was dead. There was no way he could ask anyone else to forgive him when he could not do so himself. How was he supposed to continue this quest. He felt hollow he had lost his teacher, mentor, and a very good friend.
BbB
He wished they could have stopped and given the little ones time. But they pressed on needing to get to some type of safety. It felt cold to say they could grieve later, but that is how it had to be. He had not known the istari not really. Known of him yes, but not known him. But he could respect the need to grieve such a loss. For he knew enough to know that this was a hard blow to all of middle earth.
AaA
He pushed them hard he knew. But there was not really any choice if they wanted to stay alive they had to move. By dark he knew these hill would be swarming with orcs. They could not afford a confortation here and now. Reaction would set in when he had time to slow down. But now was neither the time nor the place. He loved Gandaulf, but could not let his attention fall away now. Or they would all die. There would be time later to let himself grieve for his lost friend.
LlL
Death was not a stranger even to elves, but it came as a shock to lose one such as Gandaulf. Taking on this quest was a risk from the out set. A risk they would all die and not achieve there goal. With not even a chance to stop and help for in truth there was nothing any of them could have done to help. But it still he did not know if the grief would be something that could ever truly be forgotten. Losing such a person as Gandaulf felt like an open wound to him.
MmM
His feet moved almost on automatic, he could barely think about anything other than Gandaulf. It does not seem real. Gandaulf's fireworks, flared behind his eyes. No more fireworks, no more fun times listening to him tell stories. Or smoking a pipe with him on a clear night. Gone was all he could think, gone, gone all gone.
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