Do Not Go Gentle

Alone and Lonely

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Ally Layne

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I managed to avoid everyone for the rest of the evening after sneaking some food from the kitchens just in case I starved before I fell asleep. I didn't want to have to speak with anyone, which was probably normal after doing an imitation of Hades in a bad mood at the council meeting.

A part of me felt bad about it, but at the same time, I figured that it should have been expected after the last fiasco with Lord MickDicks. At least then I had Lady Galadriel to defend me, but she had long since gone back to Lórien with her husband.

After another night full of nightmares and flashbacks, I woke in my bed in sweat-ridden nightclothes and breathing so rapidly one would've guessed I had just sprinted a mile. For as long as it took for me to calm down, oddly enough no one interrupted my onslaught.

Gerda didn't come in the next morning to greet me and help me prepare for the day, which was a surprise. I knew that Lord Elrond must've been royally pissed at me for my lack of manners at the meeting, but I didn't expect he try to isolate me for my problems.

As soon as I got myself back under control, I awkwardly bit my lip as I was a little wobbly on my feet as I changed into some new underclothes and threw on my outfit that definitely looked like a troll had picked out... I wasn't exactly in the best space to put on one of my swanky outfits, I guess.

Yeah, I did say that I didn't want to see anyone, but I didn't know that they would do something like this.

Serves you right. No one here really likes you, anyway. They only put up with you because you come here as a "champion" of the gods they worship.

My thoughts immediately swam to Arwen, who was probably extremely upset with my actions from last night. She had worked so hard to gain credibility and a positive name from those who live here and has earned respect from the other council members, but after my little display, she probably lost some of that through second-hand embarrassment.

She had practically escorted me to the thing, for gods' sake. My poor actions must've reflected badly onto her. Not to mention, I left her there to deal with the onslaught by herself... what kind of friend did that make me?

Certainly, not one that deserves her friendship that's for sure.

Letting out a breath, I moved to sit in front of the vanity with an audible thump. I slowly combed through my hair and threw it back into a ponytail like I used to always do back home. I tried to smile at my reflection, but all I got back was a half-hearted grimace.

I hate depression.

"Lady Persephone, are you decent?"

The voice from the doorway startled me, making me jump from the seat and smack the side of my body on the ground with a huff of breath.

"Yeah, I'm decent!" I called out, slowly getting myself off the floor with a groan.

Lord Elrond walked in, wearing blue elvish robes that were embroidered with silver thread. It only enhanced his regal glow, as he glided through the room and over to where I was still hunched over on the ground.

"What happened to you?"

I shrugged and allowed myself to be pulled up off the floor by the Elf Lord. "I wasn't expecting to have anyone stop by."