The Raven [A Legolas Fanfiction]

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Parts 9
Time 1h 8m

She feared it.
    It had torn her apart before
                        piece
                                   by piece.
    It had shattered her world and left
    her broken
    and empty,
    So very empty and without
    purpose.
    So she ran from it,
    She ran until she could no longer 
    feel, no longer care.
    But it was hopeless; 
    She still cared,
    She still felt the unshakable pull at her heart.
    And it threw her into constant turmoil,
    turmoil that she despised and longer for simultaneously;
    despised because it could never be
    but longed for that fleeting glance
    of a dream;
    and when she dreamt of it,
    the most blissful sensation overcame her, 
    She was falling
                                  falling
                                              falling in....
    Dare she say it?
    Dare she admit the inevitable truth she ran from?
    
    She was petrified of the one thing that she craved, the thing that had left her broken before...
    
                                                                            Love.
    
    
    
    
    Disclaimer: I do not own the setting or characters. All credit goes to Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own the plot and characters like Silmarwen.All Rights Reserved

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She feared it.
    It had torn her apart before
                        piece
                                   by piece.
    It had shattered her world and left
    her broken
    and empty,
    So very empty and without
    purpose.
    So she ran from it,
    She ran until she could no longer 
    feel, no longer care.
    But it was hopeless; 
    She still cared,
    She still felt the unshakable pull at her heart.
    And it threw her into constant turmoil,
    turmoil that she despised and longer for simultaneously;
    despised because it could never be
    but longed for that fleeting glance
    of a dream;
    and when she dreamt of it,
    the most blissful sensation overcame her, 
    She was falling
                                  falling
                                              falling in....
    Dare she say it?
    Dare she admit the inevitable truth she ran from?
    
    She was petrified of the one thing that she craved, the thing that had left her broken before...
    
                                                                            Love.
    
    
    
    
    Disclaimer: I do not own the setting or characters. All credit goes to Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own the plot and characters like Silmarwen.

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