I do not own Lord of the Rings. Reviews loved, though.
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You're dying.
I think I realized that by now. I couldn't let you die, though. My memories would be wasted on you. We would be here for nothing.
You're dying.
The memories I have in you are sacred to me. You know this. You know that every kiss was beautiful, every caress of your milky white skin was precious.
You're dying.
I know that you can't live forever, you're not an elf. I know that maybe I wouldn't worry so much about you if you weren't lying on the ground, clutching your ring, sleeping. Your steady breathing isn't steady anymore, and I knew why.
You're dying.
Was I wrong to be in love with you? Was I wrong to spend every moment making sure that you're alright? Was I wrong to hold you, touch you, need you? Was I wrong?
You're dying.
I'm crying now. It's your fault. But I'd never hold it against you. You weren't dying for real, but I knew that the ring was killing your heart, turning your soul as black as the night sky. As black as the dungeon we were sitting in.
You're dying.
I want to take the ring from you. But I knew I couldn't do that. I knew that it wouldn't solve anything. I was being selfish, I suppose. Everyday you were kissing me less and touching the ring more. And I hated it.
You're dying.
But I understood why.
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You're dying.
I think I realized that by now. I couldn't let you die, though. My memories would be wasted on you. We would be here for nothing.
You're dying.
The memories I have in you are sacred to me. You know this. You know that every kiss was beautiful, every caress of your milky white skin was precious.
You're dying.
I know that you can't live forever, you're not an elf. I know that maybe I wouldn't worry so much about you if you weren't lying on the ground, clutching your ring, sleeping. Your steady breathing isn't steady anymore, and I knew why.
You're dying.
Was I wrong to be in love with you? Was I wrong to spend every moment making sure that you're alright? Was I wrong to hold you, touch you, need you? Was I wrong?
You're dying.
I'm crying now. It's your fault. But I'd never hold it against you. You weren't dying for real, but I knew that the ring was killing your heart, turning your soul as black as the night sky. As black as the dungeon we were sitting in.
You're dying.
I want to take the ring from you. But I knew I couldn't do that. I knew that it wouldn't solve anything. I was being selfish, I suppose. Everyday you were kissing me less and touching the ring more. And I hated it.
You're dying.
But I understood why.