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[Chapter 3- Fangorn Forest]

Time for grieving was not something to be given during a war, Grace knew that. Grace had time to grieve her sister, she had time to grieve her best friend, Celebrimbor, she had time to grieve them. She only wished she would have time to grieve the two little hobbits who she would love her future children to be like. War was cruel. It took over every aspect of  life, instilled fear, and yet it never truly would go away.

She understood all of this was the outcome of what war can do. But she'll never accept it. Grace was brought out of her tearful haze when the leader called for two horses, making her remember her own steed, loyal to only her. Wiping away her tears, she inhaled deeply and let out a loud shrill whistle, one that Legolas swore he would be able to hear from a mountain top.

The groups could feel the beat of the horse's hooves before they could see it. Felaróf came bounding over the hill and to the outstretched hands of his mistress. He reared his front hooves and whinnied, milking his quick arrival. The purely white horse was bare, no saddle nor bridle latched onto him, a wild horse through-and-through. Smiling, Grace took his face into her hands before stroking his mane and gripping it before hauling herself onto him. "Look for your friends, but do not trust to hope. It is forsaken in these lands." The man called before yelling to his group to ride north, heading off shortly after.

Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli mount their horses and the four make their way to a burning pile of dead bodies. Grace, hurriedly, dismounts her horse and runs to the burning pile, the others following suit. Gimli bends down and picks something up, "It's one of their wee belts..." Legolas looks to Grace before speaking, "Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath*." Aragorn then shouts and kicks a dirtied helmet before falling to his knees.

Then suddenly, he mumbles, "A hobbit lay here, and the other." He shuffles along the tracks, "They crawled, their hand were bound." He picks up some rope, "Their bonds were cut." Aragorn stands now, walking further to follow the tracks. "They ran over here. They were followed." Grace watches as Aragorn turns to the forest. "The tracks lead away from the battle, into Fangorn Forest."

Gimli, confused, questions no one in particular, "Fangorn Forest, what madness drove them in there?" Grace, finally finding something she could answer, responds. "It is said that the forest is alive. That they speak as we do, communicate amongst each other. Perhaps they realized that the forest would protect them? Oh, I don't know but I hope they're safe." She hugs herself, the action soothing her. "Come now, naneth*," Legolas speaks quietly, too quiet even for Aragorn's slightly enhanced hearing

 "They will be fine, you will see." He comforts Grace before helping her onto Felaróf. "Oh. my little Greenleaf, you so remind me of your mother. Your father has told me many stories." Legolas smiles up at her. "Legolas, Grace. Let us not dally." Aragorn calls. Legolas leads Felaróf, with Grace upon said horse, into the forest.

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Stay safe young hobbits, I'm on my way.

*may they find peace after death

*mother

Hey hey! I updates yayyyy!(that rhymed lol) Anyways, I see you noticed where little Leggy called Grace his mom... there's a perfectly logical reason and that is..! She's dating his dad and I mean, mom vibes am I right?

Much Love, Maxxie :)