°•*⁀➷ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒#🏹🌋⚔️
-', ༄ ❪ 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙰𝚂 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙵 ❫
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ gyda carries a legacy she
might not be able to bear ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩
❝ 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙞�...
*。☆。 ★。＼｜／。★ ˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ BALLAD OF BROKEN SWORDS ❱ *✧ ─── ❝ ❪ THE DYING OF THE LIGHT❫ ❞ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT FOUR ── respice finem 🏹 ⁺⑅
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═════════ ☆•° °•☆ ═════════ CHILDREN OF ARDA DUOLOGY⋆ ☄. ♯ ❝THE SUN WILL RISE AGAIN ❞ CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ˚ ₊ ♡ the third age ─── year 3019 ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
ON THE HILLS IN THE VALLEY OF THE WHITE MOUNTAIN EDORAS WAS BATHED IN SUNLIGHT THAT REACHED ABOVE THE GREAT STARKHORN MOUNTAIN—the Golden Hall of Meduseld rose above the wall, its straw roof like strands of sunshine that glittered from a distance. Twilight was fast approaching, and the cool summer breeze began to held bite upon Gyda's bare arms. As Gyda wrapped her arms around herself, she gazed at the Golden Hall, its beauty stark against the looming twilight. The wind carried the faint scent of wildflowers from the plains, mingling with the distant sounds of the feast held inside the halls behind her. Laughter and song floated on the breeze, muffled by the thick wooden doors.
Rohan celebrated their recent victory, but Gyda could not shake the feeling that it was a fleeting moment of peace.
The clash of goblets and the occasional cheer made her lips twitch in a smile, but it did not reach her eyes—for her heart still carried shadows of doubt. Saruman's slight at Elgarain, at her use of Vilya...
Footsteps approached from behind, light but deliberate. She didn't turn, already knowing who it was by the familiar rhythm of his footfalls.
"You're missing the revelry," came Legolas's voice, calm but tinged with knowing. "The people of Rohan take their victories seriously."
Gyda allowed herself a small smile, though it was bittersweet. "They do. And they deserve this night, perhaps more than most." She paused, her eyes tracing the outline of the mountains as they faded into the deepening twilight.
His familiar warmth came closer to her as he stood beside her, his gaze also fixed on the horizon. "Will you share what worries you now?"
Gyda let out a soft sigh, her breath mingling with the cool night air. The horizon stretched out before them, the sky turning darker as the stars began to peek through the fading light. Legolas' presence, as always, had a way of grounding her, yet tonight even his words of comfort felt distant, unable to reach the core of her unease.
"Thank you, Legolas," she said, her voice quiet but sincere. "I appreciate it. But some things..." she trailed off, struggling to find the right words. "Elgarain and I, we will figure this out together."
Legolas nodded, his expression understanding, though there was a lingering hint of concern in his eyes. "I know you and Elgarain have a bond stronger than most, but sometimes, speaking the burden aloud can make it lighter."
