°•*⁀➷ 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 ❱ *✧ ─── ❝ ❪ IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES ❫ ❞ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT THREE ── face et spera 🏹 ⁺⑅
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═════════ ☆•° °•☆ ═════════ CHILDREN OF ARDA DUOLOGY⋆ ☄. ♯ ❝ WAR IS A SHADOW THAT DARKNESS THE LAND ❞ CHAPTER FORTY ONE ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ˚ ₊ ♡ the third age ─── year 3019 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
THE SIGHT BEFORE HER WAS ONE AKIN TO A DREAM SHE WOULD WAKE UP FROM ANY MOMENT. AND REALISE HIS GHOST WOULD HAUNT HER TOO, but as she blinked and the sight remained unwavering her heart stutters in her chest.
Her eyes flicker to Elgarain, who holds her lover's hand in her own, tight and unrelenting as if he would slip through her fingers. The way her complexion had brightened at the mere presence of Aragorn was astonishing. Little life had returned to the paleness of her skin and the sight of illness repressed by the warmth of his hand in hers. It made Gyda smile.
"You've returned, how?" Gyda moves closer, stopping when she was right in front of him. Her eyes observe his tired frame and bloodied clothes. She remembered the height of the cliffs and the unforgiving current of the river below. How he had survived was a miracle on its own, but the fact that he had made it back so quickly even more so. Taking in a deep breath, Gyda let her eyes move until they rested on the sword at his side.
Her father's sword back within reach.
"Brego found me at the riverbank." Aragorn breaths out, smiling at the barely visible smile that graces Gyda's face. Even at the return of her friend, she masked her emotions well.
"Never thought I'd be grateful to a horse," Gimli mutters under his breath.
Gyda chuckles, looking at Elgarain who stands next to him before catching his eyes once more.
"I'm glad you've come back to us mellon nin." She expresses warmly.
Taking a hold of the sword at his side, Aragorn holds it out for Gyda.
This time Gyda cannot suppress the tears gathering in her eyes. Her fingers ghost over the pommel, before firmly grabbing the sword. She holds it close to her chest, relief clear on her face and the glistening of longing in her eyes were like shining stars in the night.
As if her father's presence comes for her, the feeling of his touch reaches her the moment the sword is back by her side. Familiar, warm and comforting. The barely there movement of the wind makes her close her eyes for a moment. Basking in it.
