"Legolas, we need to talk now." Gimli huffs.
"Not now Gimli." I say.
"You snapped. You're like a stone sinking." Gimli says.
"Do you think we'll survive this war?" I ask.
"I sure hope so." Gimli says.
I nod. I turn.
"Legolas, we're both concerned about you." Gimli says.
"Your concern does not make sense to me." I say.
"You've been disappearing. You've been acting like you've seen a ghost all day." Gimli huffs.
"I'm fine, Gimli." I say.
"You keep telling me that but we both know you're losing it." Gimli says.
I roll my eyes.
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The night will soon begin. There will be death. There will be shields broken and there will be pain. So much pain will be wrought upon these people. I don't know how many casualties but there will be some. But we must have hope. Hope that Gandalf will come again. Hope that these children and woman will live to see another day. I turn. I see a young boy holding a sword.
"Show me your sword." I say.
The little boy nods and walks forward. I swing his sword around.
"What is your name?" I ask.
"Tramir." He answers.
I nod.
"This is a good sword." I say.
"Everyone says we will all die and that there is no hope left." Tramir says.
I look down at him. I hand him his sword back.
"There is always hope." I say.
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓
FantasyThis is slightly different from the original movies because I am too scared to follow the rules because these movies have complicated lore. Legolas is the main character because he's practically invincible in the movies. Well, I'm changing that. Sau...
