So...here is another story about the worlds most famous adventure. I hope you like it. As you can see in the summary, this will be a Kili love story.
Tears were running down her face. Her eyes were closed.
The day was dark and full of pain. There was no one she wanted to see. She didn't care anymore. Her world was gone. Hope was all she got.
When she opened her eyes, she saw no changes. Everything was the same as it was. The clothes, he last wore, lying on a chair in the corner of the room. She walked over to it and took his sweater in her hands. It smelled like him.
She turned around. There was a picture on his nightstand. A little girl, about 4 years old, held up high in the arms of a man. A man she loved more than life itself. She took the picture in her hands and looked at the warm smile he had on his face. The smile she had to miss. The man she had buried a couple of hours ago.
That man…..was her father.
Okay, so this was a sort of an intro about my OC. During the rest of the story you will know more about her.
This was actually a sad chapter. I promise that the rest of the story won't be as sad as this one, it will be more lighthearted.
If you have any ideas you would like to read in this story, send me a message!
