Hey...um...sorry I took so long to update. I kneel before you begging forgiveness. I'm so sorry...
A black-haired elf led me to my room. It was large and intricate and beautiful. It was fit for a princess or a queen, not for me. Then I remembered my possibly true alias. I was a princess. I took a seat on the bed.
Lady Hermione, firstborn and only child of Galadrial. It sounded almost right to my brain. Diane and Max couldn't have been my parents because they were human and I wasn't. Who, then we're my parents? It was a one in a million chance that I had gotten my parentage correct, but I may have just had the luck to get that one out of a million. Did I have other siblings sent away? Were they younger or older than me? How could I know?
Finally, I slip into a restless sleep.
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I wake with a start, immediately noticing that my surroundings have changed. It's dark, and cold. I can't see my own fingers in front of my face. And then the smell. There's a putrid fume and rising from somewhere. Everywhere and nowhere at all there is a dark presence. Something I can sense but cannot see. It's terrifying to say the least. I teach out to see if there are walks of any kind. A small fortune at least in this accused darkness. I use the wall to my left and take careful steps, following the wall wherever it leads me. I teach outside but that is no better than inside the stinking cave. The air is so polluted with mallice, smoke, and pain that it is hardly lighter, and if anything, here the scent is worse.
"Let me leave this place," I whisper to the winds. "Please."
I'm sorry you guys. You probably hate me for waiting so long to update but my writers block was awful. I'm so, so, so, so, so sorry. I'm going to get the next chapter to you sooner I hope.