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Oh, um…. Awkward.
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Disclaimer:
Me: -slams stack of paperwork on J. R. R. Tolkien's grave- HAND OVER THE TITLE AS AUTHOR OF LOTR!
Gravestone: …..
Me: DO IT! DO IT NOW!
Gravestone: …..
Me: -falls to the ground- Superchick, I'm talking to rocks again. Where did you put my medication?
Superchick: -throws pill bottle into ocean- Um… I don't know. Just keep talking! This is funny.
Me: Sigh. I don't own LOTR or anymore medication. I also do not own anymore Lucky Muffins; Superchick took them in the last chapter. Greatness.
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Eruwaedhiel's POV
I ran blindly through the fog filled forest.
Nice, I thought to myself, Look what you've gotten yourself into this time. You couldn't have just stayed in the Shire like a good girl-
"No," My voice was firm and held as much authority as I could muster, even though I was talking to myself.
"I will not go back to the Shire, whether that makes me a fool or a 'bad girl', I don't care. This is my life and I refuse to be governed by 'good girl' and 'bad girl'." I spoke clearly and the words rang in my own ears.
I noticed that I was crying, I felt the rolling of my own personal rivulets flow down my cheeks.
I slowed down and sat upon a large root. With my head I my hands, a though came to me- one I didn't want to think.
Why don't I just give up and stay here for the rest of my life?
I started trembling and stood again, planning out a new route.
I wasn't going home.
I wasn't going back.
I wasn't me anymore.
I hoped Gandalf or Gimli would never have to see me like this; to know that I'd given up on everything they'd told me.
I hoped Elanor would never have to see me like this; I knew that even in the short time we'd known each other; I'd had a big impact on her.
And I hoped most of all that Legolas and my father would never have to see me like this; I loved them too much to give them horrible memories of me.
I brushed the tears away from my eyes and began my next odyssey.
Legolas's POV
I monitored Eruwaedhiel's every move, unknown to her, and watched her pain spill over.
I longed to reach out and help her, but I couldn't.
I watched her begin to cry after telling herself something and wanted to go and comfort her.
But before I could think about doing anything, Eruwaedhiel's mindset changed.
Her face was grim and focused; she knew what she had to do.
Her strong stance faltered and she looked down with a pained gasp.
She was thinking of us.
But, in a matter of seconds, she was running again.
I peered into her path and tried to figure out where she was going.
Her path led to a place I hadn't been in many years, a place that held the memory of a dear friend and brother.
Gondor; Eruwaedhiel was going to Gondor.
Sorry for the shortness, I just felt like that was what was needed.
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