On the edge of the world and yet sitting in the center of the beginning. Forever time moves on and on yet I never change nor do my kin. We sit in perpetual perfection. Never changing. Never aging. I have grown weary and I have grown so tired. I have seen kingdoms rise and I have seen those same kingdoms fall. I have watched those mortals who I have called friend, love then fall before my feet as age takes them in it's wrinkled hands. I wish for something new. Something different. Valar! How the ages have passed. Yet I stay perpetually standing here on this edge tempted to sail but never taking the leap.
To watch as time moves around me is a torture I would wish on none who seek friendship in mortals. I clasp my sword to my chest and know I am not alone in this sense. The young prince Legolas has been morning the death of his friend Aragon and his dwarf friend grows ever greyer. The young prince must sail soon lest he fade to nothing. I know his father grieves as his son fades more each day.
My feet take me through the forest toward an unseen destination that I only know calls me each time I look out and now I must awnser it's call. I can no longer resist and as my had pulls the new sword from among the fallen orcs left from the patrol I know only peace.
This one is alittle different and I kinda wrote it in a rush but I hope it's okay. This character is going to be a little different then the other ones but eh I thought it time to introduce them. I'm not that great with updates so I won't make any promises but I do hope to get the last charter chapter out in a month if I'm not to busy with school and work. I apologise for any Grammer or spelling mistakes. I would write on my computer if it worked. Oh well. Have a great day! Also sorry for how short it is. After the character chapters they should get longer.