Lunian frowned as she read the letter for the tenth or twelfth time. What does this mean?
She looked at the flowing script, the simple words, and was utterly confused. Why does he do this to me?
The letter had been on her bed when she returned from avoiding seeing Legolas off. From what was within, it seemed they had never ceased to be friends.
She let out a groan of frustration and threw the letter aside, falling onto her back before rolling to her stomach, pulling her pillow beneath her chest so she was propped up enough she could see into the gardens. After all she'd put herself—and him—through, he leaves her this letter? As if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't hurt him so deeply his eyes lost their spark before she had managed to flee from him.
He would be back in the spring, and he hoped to find her well so he could enjoy her company once more.
What?!?
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