°•*⁀➷ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒#🏹🌋⚔️
-', ༄ ❪ 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙰𝚂 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙵 ❫
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ gyda carries a legacy she
might not be able to bear ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩
❝ 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙞�...
*。☆。 ★。＼｜／。★ ˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ BALLAD OF BROKEN SWORDS ❱ *✧ ─── ❝ ❪ DONNED IN WHITE ❫ ❞ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT THREE ── face et spera 🏹 ⁺⑅
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═════════ ☆•° °•☆ ═════════ CHILDREN OF ARDA DUOLOGY⋆ ☄. ♯ ❝ YOU RECKLESS IDIOT ❞ CHAPTER THIRTY THREE ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ˚ ₊ ♡ the third age ─── year 3019 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
━━ ˚ ₊ ♡ 🏹 ❝ 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘰𝘧 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 ❞
*✧ ─── GYDA HADN'T MOVED. NOT WHEN THE OTHERS JOIN HER. NOT WHEN ARAGORN HAD SCREAMED, OR WHEN LEGOLAS HAD WHISPERED an Elvish prayer by her side. Not even as Gimli whispered that they had failed them. Still she had clutched the scabbard, afraid that if she lost it, she'd have to look for it again among the burned remains. Afraid this time, she might find one of them...might find Elgarain among the death.
She failed.
Gyda squeezed her eyes shut, and willed the tears away but they would not listen. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs and yet not even a finger twitched. She was so tired. Tired of their journey. Tired of the weight she carried.
But more so she was angry. Angry at the world for the existence of the ring. Angry at Elrond for sending them on this quest. Angry at Elgarain. Stupid, whimsical, courageous Elgarain who had to join them to destroy the Ring.
Angry because she dared to die.
But most of all angry at herself for letting it happen.
A hand on her shoulder startles her, and one of her own hands flew up. Fingers wrapping tightly around a pale wrist.
Legolas.
"Gyda." He whispers cautiously... kindly. "We must move. It does you no good, to look at it."
But Gyda could not tear her eyes away from the pile, unblinkingly she stared until the sight changed as Legolas crouches down in front of her.
His blue eyes soften at her and her lip trembles.
Carefully her cradles her head in his hands, the warmth of his skin a small comfort. "I can't." She whispers.
"You can." He denies. "We must." Slowly his hands move away and grab her trembling hands. Gentle he untangles the scabbard from her fingers and gently lays it in the grass. Her eyes follow it and her eyes glaze over again.
"It's unfair." Her voice cracks.
"It is Gyda."
"I failed her." Her eyes flicker up again. "She was scared, and I was not there."
