Hey, I'm Hope. Nothing else. Just Hope but I like it. It's like a hero's name. Look, there's Hope. She can do anything. Well, that's a different Hope, I assure you. I'm pretty much useless. Well not entirely useless. You see, I'm quite clumsy except when I'm fighting, I can't cook for the life of me. Neither dance or draw or sew like a proper lady should but I'm not a proper lady. I live in a tree. Not something you would expect but my whole life is something you would expect.
I'm quite tall for someone my age. I'm 5" 7. Easily towering over my family but most do. You see, when I was born my mother and father left me at the door of a kind badger called Trufflehunter and two moody dwarves called Trumpkin and Nikabrik. They smell, are slow, grouchy but I couldn't love them more. If I'm 100% honest, not so much Nikabrik. He's always muttering to himself about the good old days with the White Witch. They have been some of the only people I've known, other than Reepicheep. They've taught me how to survive. That's why I know archery. The only thing I can do is climb trees and shoot from extremely far distances. Trumpkin thinks the reason I'm so good at archery is because I must be part dryad. We think so anyway, I sure look like one.
I've got to dash but I hope to see you soon. Bye
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Hope - an Edmund Pevensie love story
Fanfiction1000 years ago, the Kings and Queens of old stood at Cair Paravel... A loud sound alerted me outside. I quickly closed my book to rush out and meet Trumpkin with a sword in his hand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ H...
