When I see you again

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Hello! It's Lithwen again! I suggest you listen to the music in the media above (unless you memorized See You Again by Charlie Puth) the word count was a whopping 2,109!!! Okay! You can start reading now!

Borsel stared out her window sadly. This was not how she imagined it, no, this was worse. She was supposed to be here with Nídor. 

Knock,

knock.

 "Come in." The gold-red haired elleth called out effortlessly. "You can't sit in here all da-" Húrdir was cut off by his daughter's emotionless voice. "Thinking about my deceased brother." She paused. "He was your son. You should care about him more." Borsel chided. 

Something snapped in her father's gaze. He walked heavily over to her. "You're wrong. I wish he was here, and you were gone." Húrdir yelled as he took a step closer. The now fourteen (human year) old elfling curled up into a ball of fear, and whimpered. "I-I didn't mean t-that." Borsel's father gaped after he finally realized what he had said. "You did too." Borsel still wouldn't  look at him. "But would Nídor really want you to say that?" Just saying his name reopened the large hole in her heart. Which was now larger because her father decided to tear it more.

It's been a long day without you my friend,

Húrdir, feeling ashamed, left the room. Leaving Borsel alone with Nídor's sword. It's silver edge gleamed in the solemn light. Borsel dragged her feet over to it, picking it up, and turning it over. She dropped it as grief hit her again. Out of the handle a brown disk popped out. Still wiping her tears, she grabbed it, and found a latch. Pressing it, it sprang open. Revealing a compass.

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again,

 She looked out her window again. "It's broken. It faces east."  She mumbled. "I'll just stay here then." A deep sigh soon left her. "Who am I kidding. This place gives me greif. I guess I'll just have to follow the misleading arrow."

We've come a long way from where we began, 

A few hours later Borsel was trudging through Mirkwood. Her legs weak, her breath coming in heavy gasps. Falling against a tree, she stood there for a moment before collapsing onto her knees. Looking into the midday sky, filtered by the tree branches. Looking back to her compass, she stood up. Not knowing where she was going. She took off. Moving slower than Borsel would've liked. 

Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again, 

The sky was turning a darker shade of blue, and a few stars dared to peek out from the blanket of sapphire. Borsel, now stumbling, came across a pool. It was small, but deep. The water was so clear you could see the multi-colored rocks laying in the bottom, at sundown. 

when I see you again. 

Borsel let her feet dangle from an overhang by the pool. Laying her dagger down she looked to the surface of the water, she thought she saw a flicker of movement. Straining her eyes in the dim light, she could make out, no, it couldn't be! 

"Nídor!"

Why'd you have to leave so soon, yeah, 

Borsel cried out. Her voice strangled and happy. Jumping up, she ran around the crystal clear pool. She ran at him with full speed. As she neared him, Borsel flung her arms out around him. But no warm welcoming arms stopped her. No breath from him. He was a mere illusion. Turning back to the nothingness she felt, Borsel let out a dry scream.

Why'd you have to go,

Why'd you have to leave me when I needed you the most, 

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