HI GUUYYS ! I promised myself to post daily but that was unfortunately impossible. But I'm trying my best ! I stole an hour of two of my study time to write so no worries ! So, thanks for reading <3
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Chapter 9 :
Comfort.
Most of the time I would be laying around thinking about what I will be doing with my life.
As I have no life outside the forest.
But that all changed.
I have to get out. I have to stop wasting time. I have to move on.
This is all old news but I was still scared. I was still terrified of my past.
" How are you doing ? "
I whispered while handing him a sack of water.
" I-I've been wor-se.. "
" I know. "
I gave him a sympethatic look.
" Where is your brother? "
Thorin patted him softly on the back.
His eyes widen up. His lips were quivering.
I know that expression on his face better than anyone.
" Its okay. Its okay. "
I comforted him.
The dwarf was having a hard time. Pressure was the last thing he wanted.
" They took him. "
He finally said after a long moment.
" Who ? The orcs ? "
He shook his head.
" We didn't encoutered any orcs while we were escaping. "
" Then who were they ones that shot you ? "
The light blonde archer sat next to me.
I looked back.
A certain elf was avoiding herself from the situation.
I turned around and stood up.
" I'll be right back. "
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I grabbed the sleeve of her uniform.
She glared back at me. The expressions on her face were countless.
Scared, angry, worried, even a hint of relieve.
" What do you want ? "
Letting herself out of my grasp.
" Where are you going ? "
She looked away.
" Tauriel. Answer me. "
" I do not know what to say. "
She slid her back down on a tree and closed her eyes. She still had a
worrisome expression on her.
I sat the opposite of her.
" My father used to say , Tauriel, nìn hên, manka ile- "
" Ugm um. "
She opened her eyes.
" What is the matter ? "
" Um, I don't speak elvish if you have not known it already. "
I meekly said and stracthed my cheek that was suddenly irritating.
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