𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔶-𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯

"So, you're still up?" Gimli sits down beside me. 

"It is a crime to sleep when all has happened." I respond.

"Still blaming yourself?" Gimli looks at me.

I ignore him.

"How many hours are you going to blame yourself for? How long is this going to go on? It's time to focus on the here and the now." Gimli says.

I turn my head.

"It will be a long time before Saroun is defeated. Saruman did escape." I point out.

"We still have hope for Fordo and Sam." Gimli says.

"Hope that I may have caused regret." I say.

"Oh come on. Enough of this blame. You can't keep blaming yourself for the rest of your life." He says.

"Why not?" I look down at him.

"Huh." Gimli sighs.

"Don't worry Gimli. I'll be fine." I say.

"Are you really sure about that?" He asks.

That I wasn't so sure about. I have many regrets. Being open to Saroun. Not seeing who he really was. Being blinded by the light. I committed a high crime. I should be executed for it. However... there might be some time to relent. There has to be.