𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢

Awren.... I can hear her voice. I can hear her calling to me. I can feel her warmth around me. I can feel the star's light on my body. I can't quite see her yet. I know she's here. I feel her lips on mine. I slowly open my eyes.

"This is a dream." I mutter.

She smiles at me and moves closer.

"Then it is a good dream." She kisses me.

I look up at her.

"The world is changing fast. Your destiny is unraveling." She says.

"I don't want to have my destiny." I say. 

She pulls me up. 

"Your destiny will prove to be vital to the survival of the world." She says.

"I'm not ready for it." I say.

"It is okay to be afraid." She smiles at me.

"I'm more than afraid." I say.

"I am too." She smiles.

"What if everything falls to darkness?" I ask looking at her. 

She smiles at me.

"Trust in them. Trust in us." She smiles.

"But I'm afraid." I say. 

She lifts my head up.

"So am I." She kisses me. 

I feel a wet muzzle moving around me. So... you are here old friend. I grab the reins. I cannot fail now. I have to keep going for her sake. If I should fail, Middle Earth will fall to ruins. I must trust in Frodo and Sam. I must trust that the shadow will fade before us. I must keep going on. No matter what.