So it's been about... 4 months. I would like to apologize for my tardiness and give you 2 chapters! Will this be efficient? Also please tell me if Thorin ,or Gandalf start to seem very ooc. I am typing this on my Kindle as well. This should be interesting.
"Rorrarent" Emberlyn giggled squirming as the tall make tickled her "Please, stop. I must return home my father will be worried sick if I fail to return before sundown. Again." "Come on, Ember. Have a little fun. Magdalene, Duinhir, Lothírel and I are going to a Moon Festival down in the first ring. You should come." The tall merchant pleaded. Rorrarent had olive colored skin and hair the color of honey, that flowed to his shoulders, in soft waves. "No, I am tending to my father tonight." Emberlyn stated firmly. She turned back around and continued home. " I will wait for you, Emberlyn! Even if it takes a thousand years, I will wait!" He shouted down the empty corridor.
3rd person Limited (Gandalf) pov
" 'Personal Leave'? Oh, how unfortunate. I rather enjoyed the company of Miss Emberlyn." Gandalf sighed." Why, yes, sir." A Mrs. Trudy Appledore ,comments "Ember went to visit the grave of her father. Didn't she tell you? She's probably half way to the Lone-Lands by now." "Why, no, she did not." Gandalf sighed. " Well, have a pleasant day." " You as well miss." Gandalf nodded to the woman as she walked away. The grey wizard quickly walked back to the inn where his stoic companion had just risen.
3rd person Limited (Emberlyn) pov
The sky was a bright blue as Emberlyn quickly rode into the last village before she was in the Lone-Lands. The streets were bustling with merchants and villagers alike, searching for supplies. Ember dismounted Èothain, her chestnut colored mare, walking up to a young woman selling flowers. "Miss Emberlyn! Enchanted to see you again! The usual I assume?" "Yes, Brenda, thank you." The rugged blacksmith said, passing her a copper coin. The young maiden handed her a bouquet of xeranthemums. Emberlyn grabbed Èothain's reins and walked him out of the village, like a dead man to his death. By sunset Emberlyn reached the crude grave stone in the middle of a empty field, in the distance the towering Weathertop. "Hello father. I brought some flowers. I've made some new friends in Bree. I think you would like them very much. I also opened my on blacksmith shop. It's not as grand as the one back home but, it's good enough for me. I estimated that in about another 10 years I can go home and pay our old taxes. Maybe I'll even marry Rorrarent." She laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Oh papa, how I miss you. I met a man yesterday. Apparently he knew you and mama when you were young. I can't bring it to myself to tell him you departed. He was so happy. I will see you see you soon papa. I love you." The blacksmith fell to her knees in tears. Bringing her hands to her eyes feeling the salt water run down them, she sat on her father's grave and cried.
