(Sorry, I haven't updated in a while.)


Roland bowed deeply to the three when they entered the lavish room. Aragorn grunted in reply and Boromir smiled widely. Merry just stared. There was a long table that beheld every kind of food imaginable. Yet, it wasn't appealing to Merry. He missed Pippin. Where's our comrades?

Oh, somewhere around here. Merry turned to see Ellian, the guy at the door. He was holding an apple and one of the biggest swords Merry has ever seen. He walked up to Aragorn and gave a smile. He bit into the apple and glared at the two men, Boromir and Aragorn. The two men never noticed how much he hated them.

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Legolas was going tree to tree, talking to them, while Gimli and Pippin followed, listening to Legolas tell the stories of the trees. So far, all they knew was that a battle was coming and it was coming soon. The trees seemed to turn many colors as Legolas talked to them. Then, Legolas drew himself up and turned away from the grove of trees. They can say no more about these painful times.

Pippin was about to ask a question when a voice called out to him. Pippin! Legolas, Gimli! Frodo was running up to them, with Sam following. They looked very refreshed and rested. As Frodo approached, Legolas began telling Sam and Frodo about the trees' stories about wars and battles. Frodo's eyes widened and he wanted to just get away from this horrible place.

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Eolande rocked back and forth, rubbing her hand. I want it, she said as she rocked to an unheard tune. Yes, we wants it now. Her head hung low and her fingers twitched. Her body stared to shake violently. Her eyes became bloodshot and her mouth twisted into a smile of pure evil.

Roland open the door to Eolande's room. She was hunched over but when he asked he if she was ready to come down and meet all of the warriors, she straightened up and smiled brightly. Yes, my love.

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Frodo looked at all the food. He was hungry but he didn't trust these people. Even Pippin wasn't eating. Yet, Boromir was eating happily, telling them about the place between bites. Boromir seemed so happy. There were raindrops hitting a rhythm along the pavement, falling onto the gutters of the roads. This place was too rich, too dreamy, too fake.

She entered gracefully, and sat next to Roland, a smile playing on her lips as she looked at Frodo. Actually, she was looking at the chain which held the ring she wanted. She wants it. She needs it. The sensation was crawling in her skin. It was distracting and reacting. It was haunting how she couldn't seem to find the strength again. She was breaking.

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