Our Journey *LOTR FANFIC*

Our Journey *LOTR FANFIC*

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My name is Midnight. I have a little brother named Erik. I am 22 and he is 6. Every since he was 6 months old and I was 18 our parent died in a car accident. It was a hurricane and they were rushing home. The road was to slippery and they went through two trees the impact killed them both instantly. The judge gave me one month to prove I was mature enough to take care of my little Erik and I did prove myself worthy. I was so happy. Me and my little brother inherited all of our parents money and (they were stinking fifthly rich). For four tears I have been teaching Erik everything there is to know, especially in fighting. But there is one thing our parents didn't tell us about that scared us both when we wen't through it but none the less were still going on even stronger then before. I was going to let Erik sleep in my room tonight but I would have never thought it all would change just as losing two people you love dearly.
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"You see, yes I loved your mother, but she wasn't my choice, she was my parents choice not mine. I married her right after your grandfather died, because it was his soul dying wish. Of course, I fell in love with her over time, and then when I lost her I was heart broken, but it's not the kind of feeling I feel now. I was angry and resentful because she died and I had no one. I felt I was all alone in this world. I was lonely, I admit that, and continued to be through the years. I wore my loneliness behind a mask for many years. But then I met her I felt something new, something I never really felt for your mother. But what made it even more special this time was that, she was my choice."

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