❝you cannot be serious, you'll kill us all!❞
❝hey I never said it was a good idea!❞
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𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝,
The faerie princess finds herself on a mission to save middle-earth with the most unlikely group.
❴ Fellowship of the Ri...
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AS THE FELLOWSHIP gathered in the courtyard the next day, I found myself standing beside Aine, our hands clasped tightly together as if we could somehow freeze this moment in time.
"Liairse," Aine's voice was soft, thick with emotion. "No matter where this path leads you, remember that you'll always have a friend in me. Distance may separate us, but our bond will remain unbreakable."
I pulled her into a fierce embrace, my own eyes stinging. "Thank you, Aine," I whispered, my voice catching. "For everything. Your friendship means more to me than words can express. I promise that we will see each other again."
As we parted, I noticed Caspian hovering nearby. With a final squeeze of Aine's hand, I turned to face my guard.
"Liairse," Caspian began, his voice tinged with regret and a hint of guilt. "I swore an oath to your mother that I'd protect you. Are you certain I cannot accompany you on this quest?"
I reached out, placing a hand on his arm in a gesture of reassurance. "Oh, Caspian," I said, my tone softening. "Your dedication to my well-being has not gone unnoticed. But I can assure you, I'll be fine. You should know that I can take care of myself."
A small laugh escaped Caspian's lips, his expression lightening somewhat. "Yes, I suppose I do. It has been an honor to serve you, Princess. Know that my thoughts will be with you always, and that I shall eagerly await the day when our paths may once again meet."
As Caspian stepped back, I turned to join the rest of the Fellowship.
Aragorn stepped forward, his voice carrying through the air with authority. "Today, we embark on a quest that will test our courage, our strength, and our resolve. The road ahead is fraught with danger, but together, as the Fellowship of the Ring, we shall face it head-on."
With a nod from Aragorn, we began our march out of Rivendell. Our footsteps echoed in the courtyard as we made our way towards the gates, the voices of Elves raised in song bidding us farewell. As we passed through the gates, I cast one final glance back at Aine and Caspian, their figures growing smaller as we ventured into the unknown.
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Days turned into weeks as we journeyed southward, the landscape changing from the lush valleys of Rivendell to rugged hills and windswept plains. On a particularly clear afternoon, we stopped to rest upon a hillside.
Boromir had taken the opportunity to train Merry and Pippin in swordplay, and I found myself watching with amusement from a nearby rock.
"Two, three, four, five. Good, very good," Boromir encouraged, his movements fluid and precise. Aragorn stood nearby, his keen eyes following the exchange closely, offering occasional words of guidance.
