Only one Summary: one elf lingers in Lothlorien after it has faded Disclaimer: nope not mine rellay would it be?
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I sit on this stone.
I grew up here. Not on this stone of course but here in Lothlorien. I was only 8 when my father died he was in the last allience. 8 thats young for a human but for an elf thats like a baby.
I'm 4056 now a nice common age. All other elfs have passed. Twoards the west. Many call it going home but how can your home be a place you have never been.
To me this is my home. Even this rock seems more home than being somewhere I have never been. I used to love sitting on this rock when I was young looking out to where the water lays. I have herd the gulls call many times. Many Elf's have it's not how it is stated to be. To here the call of the gulls is to long for home and for some home is not the West.
All has passed to thier 'home'. I am the last of the elfs except for a select few mainly three who have lingered.
Arwen Evenstar most beautiful of elfs has passed to humans now and is the most beautiful of humans.
Legolas Greenleaf who stays for his love of the Evenstars husband. Most think it a brotherly love but I know tis not for I knew the Greenleaf we shared secrets he told me of his love for the Dundain and I told him of my crust twoarsd the Evenstar.
Yes tis true I have been one of the many who have fallen for the fair beauty wich is the Evenstar. For such is a fate for in maiden or warrior.
I am not a fair maidden I am plain simple and average elf.
I have no lover nor any reason to go west. For i am bound here to this land where the beauty has fadded and the Immortality is gone. Life is dwindeling fadding I might not be the only thing living here but that will not last.
It shames me so to see these lands that were so bright and lively now dusk aand dim. I feel I feel dare I say Alone.
Desrted by my people. Even unwatnted.
But no I am not alone. For to be alone would to be somewhere unwanted. And no one is here to not want me.
I look around and smile. I could do whatever I wanted. No one was here now.
I smile wider and stand from the rock gazing off twoard Lothloreien.
My frown fadding this is no longer my home.
I hear the gulls cry.
I need to sail west.
Home.
Feedback: if you want no one ever reads this and not many review so go on do it dont.
I sit on this stone.
I grew up here. Not on this stone of course but here in Lothlorien. I was only 8 when my father died he was in the last allience. 8 thats young for a human but for an elf thats like a baby.
I'm 4056 now a nice common age. All other elfs have passed. Twoards the west. Many call it going home but how can your home be a place you have never been.
To me this is my home. Even this rock seems more home than being somewhere I have never been. I used to love sitting on this rock when I was young looking out to where the water lays. I have herd the gulls call many times. Many Elf's have it's not how it is stated to be. To here the call of the gulls is to long for home and for some home is not the West.
All has passed to thier 'home'. I am the last of the elfs except for a select few mainly three who have lingered.
Arwen Evenstar most beautiful of elfs has passed to humans now and is the most beautiful of humans.
Legolas Greenleaf who stays for his love of the Evenstars husband. Most think it a brotherly love but I know tis not for I knew the Greenleaf we shared secrets he told me of his love for the Dundain and I told him of my crust twoarsd the Evenstar.
Yes tis true I have been one of the many who have fallen for the fair beauty wich is the Evenstar. For such is a fate for in maiden or warrior.
I am not a fair maidden I am plain simple and average elf.
I have no lover nor any reason to go west. For i am bound here to this land where the beauty has fadded and the Immortality is gone. Life is dwindeling fadding I might not be the only thing living here but that will not last.
It shames me so to see these lands that were so bright and lively now dusk aand dim. I feel I feel dare I say Alone.
Desrted by my people. Even unwatnted.
But no I am not alone. For to be alone would to be somewhere unwanted. And no one is here to not want me.
I look around and smile. I could do whatever I wanted. No one was here now.
I smile wider and stand from the rock gazing off twoard Lothloreien.
My frown fadding this is no longer my home.
I hear the gulls cry.
I need to sail west.
Home.