"Do you know this trouble maker?" the dwarf asked.
Legolas moved his head to my shoulder,
"Do I know you?" he asked,
I stomped hard on his foot, he let go off me and I glared at him,
"I wish I didn't know you" I snapped
He rolled his eyes. Then he walked up to the dwarf,
"Gimli! You haven't grown an inch, and nor has your beard" Legolas beamed down at the so called Gimli.
"Aragorn! You look terrible" Legolas said, they both laughed, "Good times" Aaragorn said cheerfully.
Me on the other hand was getting bored,
"So why are you here?" I asked impatiently.
"I thought you told her" Gimli said in a loud whisper
"Quenya, welcome to the The Rangers of Rohan" Aaragorn said
All three of them beamed at me expectantly. I laughed and smiled, looking from one to the other, to the next,
"I'm in"
"ₕₒₘₑ ᵢₛ bₑₕᵢₙd, ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd ₐₕₑₐd. ₐₙd ₜₕₑᵣₑ ₐᵣₑ ₘₐₙy ₚₐₜₕₛ ₜₒ ₜᵣₑₐd. ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ ₛₕₐdₒw, ₜₒ ₜₕₑ ₑdgₑ ₒf ₙᵢgₕₜ. ᵤₙₜᵢₗ ₜₕₑ ₛₜₐᵣₛ ₐᵣₑ ₐₗₗ ₐₗᵢgₕₜ. ₘᵢₛₜ ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₒw, cₗₒᵤd ₐₙd ₛₕₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ ₛₕₐₗₗ fₐdₑ. ₐₗₗ...ₛₕₐₗₗ...fₐdₑ."
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"You have to stop." she whispered urgently. "You're placing too much of this war onto your own shoulders, when you have hundreds of men behind you willing to help you carry it."
Her words evidently managed to pull his attention back up to her face, his eyes only a little bit wide at her declaration. Underneath his suddenly intense gaze, she felt her throat begin to grow dry.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰, she wanted to say, but simply could not find the courage to do so in that moment.
All credits go to JRR Tolkien and Peter Jackson. I only own Deora and her story.