Dear Sea Foam,
We are leaving tomorrow, Elladan and I. We will fight to give the hobbits time. We will fight to save the world. As for me, I will fight for revenge.
-Elrohir
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Elrohir Elrondion stuffed another tunic into his pack. They would be leaving within the hour. Elladan peeked his head through the doorway.
"Are you ready?"
"Aye." With one final movement Elrohir swung his pack over his shoulder. "I am ready."
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"Nana?" Anira and Maethor padded quietly into the sitting room of their home. Lalorn turned to face them from where she watched the trees outside of the window.
Her dark hair was pulled back from her face in a single braid, and she was clad in a dark green tunic and leggings. Strands of escaped hair clung to the side of her face. They shifted as she turned and smiled.
"What do you need?" She asked as she settled into a chair near the empty hearth. Maethor sat on the couch across from her with Anira sitting on the floor leaning against his legs. Anira looked at her hands. Then held out a battered book.
"Nana, can you tell us about this book?" Lalorn took it gently from her hands.
"Well it all started long before I was born."
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Guys, I'm sooo sorry I didn't update! I had severe writer's block over this story for a long time! I know the chapters to this story are super short. But sticking to the theme and feel of this story I can't change that. I am however getting better at that with my newer stories, if not by a lot. This story is getting really hard to write for me, and frankly I don't enjoy it anymore. Don't be surprised if chapters have long gaps in-between, but I swear to you it will be finished! Well, hope you enjoyed!
-bookworm-soul