Dear SeaFoam,
It is good to see Estel again. He has been well I think. He journeys soon down the paths of the dead with the dwarf and the prince of the Greenwood. I worry for him. But if any man can succeed it is Estel.
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Elrohir's sword fell around him with an effortless grace. The sounds of battle were loud in his ears. Orc blood coated his blade. Gondor could not fall. It would not.
Elladan fought at his back, his sword achieving the same deadly force in his fury. The corpses of orcs littered the ground. Elrohir sheathed his sword in the side of a creature to his left. It's body fell to the blood-soaked ground. Useless.
After many hours the fighting ceased. Elladan knelt in front of Elrohir on the cobblestones of Minas-Tirith. Blood soaked through the knees of his trousers, but he either did not notice, or did not care.
His nimble fingers secured a bandage around Elrohir's wrist and he stood, pulling his brother to his feet.
"Hannon le, muindor." Elrohir nodded to him. Elladan gave a small smile in return, his hand resting lightly on Elrohir's shoulder. He turned to the east as warm light flooded the morning sunrise gave him hope. The darkness was held at bay for another day.
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Lalorn looked up from the page she ran her slender fingers over to find Anira looking at her.
"What is it naneth?" Lalorn smiled and closed the book.
"You would do better to ask your grandmother." Her children looked at her with question in their eyes. Lalorn laughed. "She is far older than I. Come we should speak to her."
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Man guys. I looked back on previous chapters of this story and on "Unexpected", I'm cringing. I think I may have to go back through and do some MAJOR editing, like MAJOR. Then again, I might just take down these stories when SF is all posted. Tell me What you think. Thank you for all of your feedback!
-soul