Disclaimer: Have not, want, yet still not got. Oh, catchy.
I have decided to write this in Elrond's POV to explain his strange behavior. Mine can't be explained.
I am sending the children. I call them children, because that's what they are. One revealed that not one was over fourteen. I know men live for a shorter time, but that is young by man's standards. You may wonder why I send these girls into perils that I can not bear to send my own older and wiser daughter. They have a purpose. I feel this, and I know Gandalf feels this too.
They will change something. Something was written and it was decided not meant to be. I fear for their innocence as well as their lives. None of them have seen hardship. None of them have seen death. They have bright, child's eyes still, still hanging on to innocence. They came up to me and asked when they could go home. I told them that I'd probably find a way by the end of their quest. They believed me wholeheartedly. I am not all-powerful. I fear I can not find their homes.
They leave soon. My warriors have taught them the basics of defense, my healers the basics of healing. I have instructed the others to keep them well out of battle. I can only hope they have enough innocence to deflect the ring's power.
A short and very serious chappie. Didn't think I had it in me, did ja? (Not the short part, you knew THAT.) The next chappie will be longer, more informative, and filled with hijinks. That's such a great word.
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