I don't know what's wrong with me or why I keep adding more things to old stoires. Reguarless, I hope you enjoy!
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We loved them, the ones of light. We loved to hear them sing with us and have them climbing playfully in our branches. We loved spending long nights under the stars with them and celebrating changing seasons. We loved watching these precious things grow before our eyes for so long it was hard to remember a time without their company.
Perhaps we loved them more than any immortal thing could love a fleeting friendship. We are a forest. We were an individual only within very close proximity, but we lived with one another. We were eternal here. But they were made to leave.
But our Lady loved them too.
She noticed them on the day our leaves first burned when she realized they were dying just as quickly as we. How hard they tried to put us out at first. She watched you flee with your young children. She met the tiny little prince we had been delighted to meet so recently.
She let our roots free to save him. At least we could give the king one good thing. The Wargs are gone running off not long after. The queen is dead, but the small one lives.
They have grown to be apart of us, somehow. We can feel how our souls affect all of yours, you try to help and love us. We are thankful.
We do not think our lady intended this life for us, so connected with yours but we are happy to live it. The king is one of our closest friends, and I know we are his. We would have loved his offspring even if he had been more rotten than the creatures that attacked us if that's what the king wished.
It is good for us, though that he isn't. Rather one of the gentler souls living among you, a soul so light upon ours it is sometimes easy to forget he is there.
His ears so keen to hear our whispers that sometimes we fear if angers the others around him. The king understands, the king knows. The young one is not paying attention to nothing at all, but perhaps too much and that is our fault.
Watching them die at our roots felt like an ax in the deepest heart of our wood. Their blood like tar in the earth we lived in.
Our Lady began waiting with her brother behind the doors that always took them away from us, another friendly face.
We thank her every time.
The light they bring helps us to ignore the feeling of spiders crawling through our branches, or the burns of us dying.
Such interesting creatures they are. Different from the other lovely things that live among me.
They are beautiful. They are light. They are our friends. We are going to miss them.
We are going to miss you, king. Friend. Protector. We are going to miss you.
Thank you, thank you friend for saving us.
You know this, you feel this. We have overwhelmed you again. We are sorry. But you must know how much we are going to miss you. How much we understand.
Go find your son! For we know you will never be the same without him.
Our Lady has come to say goodbye one our behalf.
It is not enough.
Thank you!
And you are gone from us.
We are sad.
She feels this, our lady. She wants to fix it. To help us. And we hope to ask, and then when she nods with a smile we all set to sprouting the best seeds we have ever sprouted. Perfect.
We are coming friends.
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You were not expecting to find me here Thranduil. Far more surprised than I have ever seen you.
Which, I must confess amuses me just a little bit for it is you entering my home this time.
You are sad too, I can feel. A different sad, a different empty than the absence of your son.
There is a gift waiting for you and your people, Thranduil. A new home brought here and grown just got you.
See your son first; I have spent many days with him and I know well how he misses you. Find him and see that he is well and then come again to my door and I will show you to the home I have grown.
Hurry Thranduil, your friends are waiting to see you.
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