𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔶-𝔗𝔴𝔬

My mind is full of... everything. I cannot concentrate on one thought. My thoughts were screaming. My mind was like a storm. I continue pacing outside the walls of Rohan. Theoden King has managed to bring everyone back. He has told us they'll be a grand party for all as a victory.

But... was it a victory? Or did we merely delay a greater battle. I cannot help but fear what Saruman was saying. Was he really telling the truth? Have I been blinded this whole time? Have I been tricked?

"You think much. Too much." A voice says behind me.

"Who are you?" I ask turning.

"I told you." He says.

"No. What is your name?" I ask holding up my bow.

"You are really going to shoot me?" He asks.

"It depends on who you are." I say.

"Why is this so important to you?" He lifts an eyebrow.

"Because I don't know who I'm in love with." I say.

I draw back. I pull my hair back.

"Love... is that it?" He coos.

He pushes me into the wall. I push off of him.

"I... I don't know." I grip my head.

"Shh...." He put s his finger on my lips.

"But-" I start.

"Let you not dwell on this." He presses his face into mine.

Easier said than done.